King of the Dot, B Magic, Bigg K - Bigg K vs. B Magic lyrics

I will wreak havoc all over this weak faggot
Grab this joke by his head and
His throat and detach it spike the head
Stand over the body and tea bag it
B Magic you nice with it, I'm mean at it
Mink Dragon gripped up in that green wagon
For them bills my man on
Your heels like Steve Madden
Cheap fashion, try somethin' stupid
I'm reactin'
We jabbin', put you to sleep and keep rappin
Boot his top, I should smack you, weenie
Get your fuckin noodles knocked
With a Ragu beanie
Or beat the snot down your face
You gon look like a smashed zucchini
What is magic to the right
Punch? You better ask Houdini
I'll let famo have it I'm
Bout that Rambo static
Fully automatic ratchet out the bando attic
From your punches
I thought you was bangin like
Shaq with the Orlando Magic
Till I saw you in a real fight
And them punches didn't connect
Or land though (Orlando) Magic
I was in the parking lot for
Him and Fox whole drama flat out
Two corns beefing like a hot tostada
When y'all locked up, you didn't dump him
You ain't pop no Llama
You was getting slammed by Fox
More than Barack Obama
And you got 'em by like 30 pounds
You 'posed to punish him, instead
You went for the windmill, missed
Buckled at the legs
Told Suge "Get em off me cuz"
That's what you motherfucking said
Right after you slipped
Fell and bumped yo' motherfuckin head

It's B Magic
One of the best to ever do this shit
MC with the Hammer, I can't say my tool
(2) Legit who is this? B mother fucking
Magic with the Ruger fifth
I bring the ratchet to em like a super sixth
It ain't a friendly conversation when
I shoot the shit
You gon' see more than the torture
Rack when this Luger lift
Chopper or the TEC spit, Netflix
Choose a clip i let em see what I'm
Sayin like a movie script
B Magic vs Bubba Sparxxx, who can spit?
You gon' punch what? And shoot
Who? Do the shit
AZ, I'm Back For The First Time, Ludacris
Shoot the Smith
Ice T pool house your roof'll split
Who said this nigga from the
Hood? Just not as ghetto
Nice aim, no bike chain we popping metal
I smoked Reggie last week, without a Rillo
When a nigga go and shoot the seven
I'm not Carmelo
That’s on the hood, if I don't feel that boy
Have you ever seen Silent Rage? Then
Watch me kill that noise
You talkin like you got the dope
My g's put the four to em
They gon see me pull out
With them keys like accordions
B muthafuckin' Magic

I'll have it where your front
Door need a ramp after I open hand smack you
Till my fingers cramp
I'll bust yo' fuckin head open like
"You bleedin champ"
Magic leakin out the top like a genie lamp
This Tommy gun look like I'm holdin a banjo
Ski mask with Kevlar over the camo'
This battle shit a lick
They ain't dope as your man though
All wins no draws
(drawers) like I'm goin commando
Let’s get right fuckin to it chump
Your kiddie punches don't do enough
I chew em up, i'm outta town but we movin
With them Rugers tucked
City to city with 3 shooters like Hoop It Up
But fuck a ratchet I come at Magic
Shoot his cuffs
He get the beats for 20 minutes
Like I looped it up
Man I ain’t with that stupid stuff
Get your kufi crushed knuckle game
These fades sharp as a Boosie cut
You’ll get bodied and yo' mommy
Can't even buy no grave
Why they real life ain’t never
What they bio says
I'll uppercut your baby mama
Out her Nike Roshes
Swinging your water head daughter
By her micro braids
All gangstas ain’t dead, pimpin ain't easy
I'm a grown ass man, Magic can't beat me
32 round Uzi, do ya game greasy
Playing with an extended cartridge
Like a Game Genie

Bigg K my wigga, we can get it poppin'
Get your ass whopped or get your ass whopped
Pick an option
What you think it's a game? Nigga stop it
I grip a Glock and let it ring
In his face like Dennis Rodman
Please help the fella, he's dyin' here
Stay awake
The banger I got up in the trunk ain’t a 808
Nines or the TEC, put the Tom to his chest
He’ll get his whole mouth
Capped like Flava Flav
Who is this nigga? Somebody please
Help em out nigga shouldn’t be in the ring
In the first place
You punch but I could do it with wordplay
Check i catch him by the bar like
"What the fuck did this nerd say?"
Come on outside
What you think I won't serve K?
He try to hit the exit, the
50 on me the nerve, aye
I'll let the 50 sing In Da
Club like it's your birthday
Now, now did I stutter? It's
Whatever with the squad K
Thinkin' it's all butter
You was never up to par K (Parkay)
Understand the lingo
Listen here I'll hurt you K
Get a lot of pumps in the
Front of your whole circle K
B mothafuckin Magic

Be real, that 40 smokin like B-Real
I show B steel, all in your grill like
"Be still" emptying your mug til your blood
And the meat spill
Dump another one in your mug, it's a refill
I'm bangin' out that hooptie with
The fucked up frame
Brought a clip full of cop
Killers that bust up brain
Swinging that iron close range like
A putt putt game this 50 gon be why B
Spinnin' like Young Buck chain
From past to present
I traded battle raps with legends
And before that
I was sellin' crack with a Mac-11
Bullets through the windshield to teach
Magic ass a lesson
But spill his guts in the back
Seat like Taxi Cab Confessions i'm hot
My blood boiling like stew in your thermos
Shotgun with a drum
Brand new I just purchased if it graze you
It's doin' more than bruising the surface
Pussy, that street sweeper ain't
Got community service
When it’s beef I ride strapped
Where your peoples hide at
Have the crime scene lookin like a CSI act
Find your niece in a sheet
Underneath the lilacs
With her head cracked open like
A Venus Fly Trap

Money on the grind, dummies in the nine
Put this cash on your head I
Call it money on your mind
Blow your mind on your money
Blow your tummy out ya spine
B Magic is the best
Who the fuck is on the line?
Tell em step, cause I’ma do that
I beat a nigga blue black
Nail ‘em to the door and
Shoot his midsection through that
I warned dude first so we already knew that
I kick this nigga ass til they
Ask where my shoe at
How they gonna do that? Run up on a G
I got bullets 'bout the size of a Arizona Tea
Chalk outline, get carried on a sheet
Til the back of your truck
Get buried in a Jeep b magic, I'm the best
Killa bars I'm the shit
My nigga you a tranny
You was born as a bitch
Told your moms or your brother you
Was born as a snitch
B magic I'm a star, I was born for this shit
B Magic 53, check the DVD
I'm sicker than the reason for
The death of Eazy-E
No harm to the OG, that's just being me
Kick the stomach, grab the choke hold
Drop the DDT
I told em once, this motherfuckers scared
I’m from the motherfuckin Lou that’s
How a motherfucker play it
Beat me? Can you believe
What this motherfucker said?
He must’ve slipped
Fell and bumped yo' motherfuckin head