URLtv, Math Hoffa, Snake Eyez, Bonnie Godiva - Math Hoffa vs. Snake Eyez lyrics

Fuck the coin! I'm goin' first
Let's go, I'm goin' first y'all ready?
Ayo i said, y'all niggas think I give a
Fuck about them faceoffs?
Talkin' 'bout bitches I popped or how
I live wit' my pops?
You coulda got less anger fuck your NYB army
I'm your death-claimer, lead banger
'Cause no matter how you suited
You still die: Craig Sager
Nobody gave a fuck about you, Hoffa
Gimme dumb cred
As far as URL, you were slumped dead
Fuck what you once said
I won that poll wit' Hollow, Clips, and Mook
That's how we bumped heads
So I'm the reason you on this Cam', cousin
But now I ain't stoppin' 'til it's Bloodshed!
I watched Showoff and K whip yo' ass
And you elite? Stop
You had your time, moment to shine
Let the young G's rock
Yo' last battle, you was fumblin'
All over the place, but you let heat cock!?
"Headshot" what? You couldn't even
Aim at T Top!
You 40, still tryna thug in battles
Wearin' "Pac Juice"
Embarrassin' 'Pac name with such apparel
Brand-new pump
I'll fuck up your features if
I dump it at you meanin' I'll show you a
Different Method, Man
Wit' this 'Double Barrel'!
The last time you jotted anything
That we considered hot
Came at Double Impact when Cortez
Fucked up the Milly Rock
The steel'll pop, then dish it off
Am I bein' direct? I ain't for the flexin'
Cable cord 'round his neckwe see shit
From different sides of the Spectrum
Your bitch, you won't have Time to warn her
(Warner) i'll find out where she work
At all over your dirt, math
It's fucked up when your bitch get rocked
And she don't deserve that
And you get that call
Kyrie Irving: it got your Earth flat
I been doin' this, it's not pretend
I'm a boss, I don't follow trends
I'll reach for the ankle like I did
Mack - you tryna copy him!?
We could not be friends!
Slip on a mask, grab a gun
Cal' in his face like
"Do you remember Summer Madness 1?"
Tragic, son!
I told him "Jump" if he feel edgy
Before URL the Champions League
I was in the field ready mill' heavy
Big blade to his liver pool

(Liverpool) , or the shotta leave
His top lyin' ill, messy (Lionel Messi)
Every nigga get it the same
Fuck the Fancy talk, I'm wit' all action
Big pole, longer than the neck on Braxton!
I don't care if you at a family function
The whole room get steamed
And what's the Aunt Helen husband name?
I even brought somethin' for your Junior
King! But let him tell it
You on the block wit' the killas
Solidified your spot wit' gorillas
'Til some shells flyin' at ya
Everybody a animal from the safari 'til
They get held at gunpoint
Then they cryin' after
I'll let you choose how it go
It's on you - hell, I know you too well
Tranny-lover, Bonnie used to hit your
Pockets for the new nails pop a few shells
But, you bitch made
You'll run from the hammer: Juelz
Shit changed, Justin! You a father, in fact!
Nigel was your man
Now it's "Fuck him" in the interview
How you for honorin' that?
Rest in Peace to P80
I give the fans that feel like Arty is back
You the best in the crew? Steppin' to who?
I don't eat pussy
But, I'll make an exception for you!
Pussy! You been bitch! Is you retarded
Math!? I'll leave your wig split!
But since you brokenhearted
I got a Hollow you could reminisce wit'!
I bang on him! I gotta sic Juice
Nah, I gotta split Juice
You call yourself "Madara Uchi-Hoff"? Well
I'm Hashirama Senju
Why would they send you!?
I need that old Math wit' the durag
"I did a lot for you niggas" the "pop, pop"
The "dot dot dot for you niggas"
But it wouldn't matter - still
Gon' be the total opposite, nigga
Rip Hamilton: I keep the mask when
I don't need the shit
But ain't no tellin' when I'mma
Rob me a nigga so what you wanna do?
You ain't got bars like that
You got the trashest style
You smoke Black & Milds
You hold the cigar like that
(Snake Eyez imitates holding a
Cigar up to his mouth in between his index
And middle fingers)
So y'all try not to fall as-
Nah, fuck that, I been wit' it
I framed your casket
Now it's time to get in it
Trailer to the middle of nowhere
Pull a big Biscuit
Came from the Darkside: niggas
Thought Brizz did it factz Gang, nigga man

Right now this nigga's like
"Finallydaddy's spendin' time with me"
Yo, DNA!
"PG Killer"? That sound like a hot job, nigga
But we all know a hammer went
Upside a homie head last
Time I was this close to a Dot Mobb nigga
But, you know what? You know what?
I ain't gon' dig up my past wit'
Mook 'cause we been movin' further
So nowadays, it's daps for
Your boss, but nigga, you'se a worker
So if this nigga get outta line
Will I use the burner?
What, y'all ain't hear my last three bars?
Nigga, I'm cool wit' murder (Murda)
And he said he know you
From a basketball game
You can't even hit son phone
You screamin' "Dot Mobb" every battle
But we don't ever see none shown
Did your set even condone?
I guess you that GI joe Snake Eyes
'Cause even to your team
Your identity's unknown! You dumb clone
But congrats, you made a big leap, jerk
You went from Mack Mel to meand
They still ain't give me Surf
But, you stole a bar from
Me in your last joint
So how you gon' get me murked?
Oh, I get it - this Snake wanna kill me
So he bit me first
Alright, well, I got two hammers
They spit rounds like this bitch rehearsed
The Glock-19 off top'll spit a Big T verse
"Chillaka boo! Boo-blaka!"
But the 4 is a hitter
If this Snake try to flex
One 'bow'll constrict ya (boa constrictor)
Nigga yo, two shots to the chest
That's what happen when me
And these frauds meet
The third shot'll take your Top
Off quick like R Streetz
You in the Danja Zone, nigga
On the SPOT! On the SPOT! Well, ALL RIGHT!
I'mma bark on this lil'
Dirty nigga ALL NIGHT!
Your best try? Like your left eye
Nigga, you was dead ON SITE (SIGHT)!
Look at me, King!
You came out here to earn some respect?
You wanna impress me? Look to the
Left without turning your neck

You just lost! You just lost!
You're fuckin' trash! You just lost!
Yo, yo, come on, don't talk during my round
Bro i ain't do that to you

Yo, but we in NC what up, y'all!?
This shit is great for the game
They put us on the same flight -
He should be grateful I changed
'Cause like Samuel L
I brought some shit that they
Ain't take when I came so you here and
(hearin') all these mothafuckas know I coulda
Killed this Snake on a Plane
This gon' be a clear loss
You from Harlem, so let me share thoughts
And drop some jewels (Juelz)
You shoulda never hit the airport
Smack, this is wrong
This ain't have to be that way
You brought us on a rap tour
(Raptor) to see Vince and T-Mac play?
This nigga caught a felony
In my mind, I could see that day
It ain't right how the cops pulled
Up'cause he could see that way
But this is where the laughin' stops
You wanna die? I'll swing past ya block
I see you on the stoop wit' ya sister
Then I grab the Glock hop out
Burn your sis - befo' yo' ass gets shot
You and your eye'll take off
Jettin' like this was Ragnarok
You ain't have your hammer
So yo' ass was shot
My pullout game got way better
This ain't the same Math that battled Top
This not fair
I feel like I'm beatin' on a man again
I told NuNu she could get
The Snakeshe ain't understand again
But let's shed his skin
Your real name is Christopher Key
Somebody tell this kid book
Or catch a big cap: I'm Mr magee
He could catch one in his back
Or I'm clippin' his knees
That's how you turn a Christopher walkin'
(Walken) into Christopher Reeve!
This shit is a breeze!
You ain't got enough to budge me, nigga
My flow? Plastic surgery
That mean I go in ugly, nigga
In battle rap, I'm a God
There's none above me, nigga
I'll raise these two arms and have
'em kickin' like a musty nigga!
All these sophomore niggas- mUSTY NIGGA!
All these sophomores? Smack
You need to cut these niggas!
Tay Roc voice in GunTitles: "Man
FUCK these niggas! FUCK these niggas!
FUCK these niggas!"
Ayo, I heard Tay Roc battling
Goodzwhat's that match about?
Gun bars? Nigga
I got the goods that Roc rap about
For all you niggas duckin'
Keep duckin' me on this battle route
I'm your iPhone screen lock
Leave me alonei'm BLACKIN' OUT! Hoffa!

(Snake Eyez says the first two
Bars in a sing-song voice)
I remember Gully vs 'Ganik!
"Fuck Hollow! Fuck Hollow!"
You always rantin'!
Gene Deal voice, I'm watchin' like
"This old nigga reachin', bruh"
All of a sudden
You back happy wit' them niggas that was
Laughin' when the Grapes beat you up?
I knew you was a clown, nigga
Don't get mad at me
I'll make sure inside it hurts
You got that bag? I'll make your bitch
Show me where you hide it first
Yeahthen I'll pull up to the crib right
After you tell her "Bye" for work
But, I don't really want that
Bitch, 'cause after I pop
You gon' still love her
So I'm gon' hit and disappear wit' the
Bands same way they did Roxanne mother
Fuck is up wit' him?
You know who you up against?
I remember sellin' weed in high school
I was buggin' then
Fuck Math - I was cuttin' gym
I'm talkin' soon as we hit the hallway
I showed the pack like Bugs in Above The Rim
You got no house, no Benz, 50 battles
Nigga, you been wildin'
Up here wit' all that Wasted Talent
Nigga, you shoulda been on Jim's album!
I stay ready, so I ain't gotta get ready
This shit I seen comin' big blade
I run up like "What's the mean-muggin'?"
Code word "Sparta"
Y'all don't think it mean nothin'!
That buck-fifty on his face!?
I'll make it 300! Nigga! I'm consistent!
I had to take my respect!
But, I was on the ave
And guess who I ran into?
This nigga Jamaican connect
I was like, "Gwan-gwan!"
He was like, "Gwan-gwan, bredren!
You'se a tough shotta, tough shotta"
Said, "I appreciate that you
Seen that nigga Math-"
He said, "FUCK HOFFA! FUCK HOFFA!
He never paid me, he don't pay shit
He never paid me, it don't make sen-
FUCK HOFFA!" but it all makes sense
You took obvious L's

This is the perfect example of when a
Nigga that used to be popular, then failed
And my nigga even fucked wit' you
Wanted to cop some merchandise, and dawg
I'll keep it real we went to your website
It said "MathHoffa is now up for sale"
I ain't lyin'
Niggayou need the money more than I do
Y'all wanna help this guy out?
Manhis website up for sale and shit
Anybody wanna help him out?
Pass that around, y'I mean?
(Snake Eyez starts handing out copies of the
Website listing to people in the crowd)
I mean? It's likefeel me? Bum-ass nigga
You took- y-Y-You-
You made me damn near wait a whole hour-
Like, a whole year to get a T-shirt
Is that not facts? Is that not facts?
Battlin' you don't spark no fear