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Charlie Clips versus Jones
Nah this can't be serious
Where's the nigga that battled Mook and Jin?
That's him? Nah this can't be Serius
Damn homiein Fight Klub you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you? I'll tell you
See what happened is you lost your
Deal with Disturbing Tha Peace
So niggas take your career as a fucking joke
You claim you made over 200 racks
But now you back on Smack
Either you confused or you fucking broke
Mook killed you, made Harlem hot
Ludacris dropped you made all
The sponsors stop
Are you gonna tell these fans what
Kind of job you got?
Are you gon' tell 'em you
The manat the barbershop?
Serius is a barber, no I'm serious
He's a barber and Smack you knew that


So this shit you doing to
Me ain't fucking fair
Cause how the first Summer Madness I
Get a nigga with a perm
Now you get me the nigga
That might've cut his hair
Y'all got the nerve to say
We similar, I'm a genius, one of the meanest
He cut hair, I get him cut here
Let me explain the difference between us
See when my friends want the work, I scream
"Get in line!"
Then I hit 'em with the powder or the wet
When you at work you scream
"Who need a line?!"
Then at the end you put powder on they neck
When I run up with them clippers
It's no question I'm just
Ready to blast tools
When he run up with the clippers it's
"Yo! You want the fade?
Or you want the fade with the half moon?"
You can't be serious, Serius
I remember when your buzz was about this tall
You left battle rap to become a barber
Now your buzz is this small
You freestyle and fuck up hairlines
How you let your career take that big fall?
I understand you love the Clippers
But what's the point if you ain't Chris Paul?
You don't be at the bar
Pouring alcohol on bitches
Making women holler

You be at the barber shop
Pouring alcohol on niggas like
"That'll be 20 dollars"
You like, "With all this barbershop quap
I could put you and all
My customers in a jab"
Nigga 90% of Jersey got dreads
What customers do you have?
What am I supposed to believe?
You retired from battle rap to
Get all this barbershop cake?
What you be in the club with
Wild hair in your pocket
And a Burberry barber shop cape
Aight, aight, aight, aight, that's enough
I got love for all my niggas
That's in the barbershop folks
I just figured I could help him shape
Up with a few barbershop jokes
But how's your old bitch doing, Jones?
He still think that he ex hot
Don't nobody wanna fuck her
But she do give out the best top
He the type to know she on her period and
Still try to get in his ex twat
We was taught if you see that red
Ring then don't play with ya X-Box
But let's say he get that bitch pregnant
And he teaching his little man
On how to Jam C
I"ma shoot his stroller but if
I missed the carriage
(miscarriage) I got a plan B
No lie, the perfect goal
Rewind time before he work the hole
Kill him before he get her pregnant
That's birth control
You ain't trying to die baby
I suggest you watch your mouth nigga
Or the morning after you gon' have to peel
(pill) , that mean be out nigga
You said you was a runaway and
That Mook was a house nigga
Well before you run away let me take
A trip through your house nigga
Let's see if y'all can guess
Which room I'm in

I'ma give you and your boys hints
I'ma shower you with some bars
That leave you and your boys pissed
I start shooting up your car
You better sink when I'm getting that toy lit
Toilet when this nine take a dump you
Won't get to enjoy shit
Now y'all know what room I'm in
So I can throw the Tec in his mouth
Kill this piece of shit in
The bathroom and then
Drag him through the rest of the house
Now you know what room I'm in?
You don't know?
Well here's a little reminder
I could shoot your sister
But, I'ma let my arm rest and
Have this right hook recline her recliner
I'm comfortable like a love seat when
I'm strapped with two arms
I pull out and make everybody sleep
It's like a futon
I told his uncle to move on
But he ain't move he took the thug route
So for lamping too long I got my
Clap on and blew his bulb out
Now you know what room I'm in?
Now I'ma throw the Tec in ya mouth
Since nobody living in that room
Let me drag you through the rest of the house
Me and your aunt had an encounter
I grabbed her by her head I
Was getting ready to off it
The sink was running hot but I
Ain't really wanna force it faucet
I grabbed that knife
I thought about having my hand poking her
But why? When I can draw and
Just have this can open her opener
Now y'all know what room I'm in
I can throw the Tec in his mouth
Your house too small
I can't go through the rest of your house
I can't believe you the nigga they
Brung back to take my title, clown
If you don't win this then it's
Over cause this my lightest round
You could try that freestyle shit Jones
But it don't work here
If you freestyle about the barbershop
Then it hurt and you really work there
So since you a barber here's a little advice
You can use in your spare time
That freestyling won't cut it
They bought tickets to hear lines
(hairlines)

Ayo y'all know me
It's been a minute but off
The top I dismantle shit
Yeah, nine years ago I was a barber so
You know I know how to handle Clips
Awwwwwwhhh you motherfuckers
This how I came up
But this what it come down to?
Shit I'll put the gun down
But do I gotta give y'all the
Rundown who I punk rounds through
Well besides the fact I'm 21 and 1 now
Turned Jin to King Pow Stew
Sonned out Mook, CH a bum now too
Well they said
"Well give a new nigga a shot"
Got Clips loaded so now I gotta gun down you?
Well dot on your head, dot on
Your gun, dot on your pants
Dot on your shirt
What? Them bars was pure fire?
That's what they got the Dot Mob? Well
Let's call it what it is people
The Harlem Boys Choir
See they tried to sic' them adlibs on me
But, I'm classic doggy
Them elaborate stories
Nobody was doing that in battle rap before me
That's why Smack know he needed these racks
'Fore he even picked up the jack to call me
Nobody asked for Charlie
They gassed you Charlie
I asked for the rematch with Mook
He declined and battled Iron
And see that's just corny
And that proves I'm the master doggy
And I'll whip all these niggas' ass til it
Look as bad as Denzel back in Glory
I'm 'bout to get gory on this cat
Cause you ain't even in my category
See when I was riding on Twinkies
You was walking around eating 'em
When I had twins in the bed
That was the size bed you
Was still sleeping in

When I was riding for this culture
With companies on national television
You couldn't even watch battles with company
Without asking your grandma's permission
When I was that nigga that
You knew from Smack
You been working out for 30
Years and guess what, you still fat
When I got signed for five mil' with my
Deal shit started getting a lil' heavy
But shit got heavy for you too cause
You must got signed to Little Debbie
So when I became the illest
Rapper alive in 2005
You started wearing a jean size 45
So I guess you could say
We blew up at the same damn time
See it's some reality nigga
That bars can't save
See, I said there's some reality
Nigga that bars can't save
See them niggas ain't know how to
Throw the book at you
But, I know how to read a nigga
So let's get on the same god damn page
You graduated from Washington Irving in 2001
But, you acting young on this god damn stage?
You mean to tell me you
Had 4 battles, 2 mixtapes
No deal and we're the same god damn age?!
One thing I hate is a fake, young nigga
Cause if he played in the
Era with the legends
He would've been on that
Timba catching splinters
We call 'em ringers
You'd rather play with the kids
Than be a winner
I bet you play the block at a 14 and
Under summer league right now as a center
Nigga, I got paid in 100 cities
I just came back from Europe touring
So I'm learning, "Fick Dich Ihm"
That's how you say "fuck
This nigga" in German
Clips, you fucking around but
You coming short
You'd probably procreate a midget
See before I get into
Your phony gangster image
Let's just expose the basic gimmick and
Your approach to making lyrics
All you do is study another nigga's bars
Saying "you said"

Take his flow and try to flip it
Or come up with one theme and then say every
Word you can think of
That's associated with it
See they don't know his tactics
That's why I'ma give Clips a clip full
And every time he do it from now on
I'ma give y'all the signal
See I know he said I
Got dropped from my label
But so did the whole label
And I got paid though
But ain't no labels that feel you
But just in case there is
I'll kill that while I use labels to kill you
See now I got Cash Money since a
Baby so Lil' Chuckkee take it easy
Cause, I make cakes like Drakes and
Have Minaj's 'til I'm Weezy
I'll D-Block your Styles I'm like a Sheek
Sheik from Iraq kiss Tha Game Goodbye
One shot to your door will break up the locks
Lox your set Dipped on you
Cause you was sucking Killa on Cam'
But never dropped jewels juelz
They Jay'd him then Dashed on his Dame
Cause the whole Nation know that he
Don't own that Roc he sells
And when we can't hear Clips that's a Def Jam
That mean my pistol get to smoke
And the Aftermath 'bout to be
Way more than Shady cause now you in a scope
(Interscope) , let's go

Sweetheart, let me ask you a question right
If I asked you to put this ring card down
Would you come over here and touch him?
He said he was signed to a label before
Would you still fuck him?
Now see you pulling her
Now all that's doing is gonna
Make this Tec spark
Hit your stomach now both of y'all
Can share those stretch marks
Aye Goodz, this exactly what you mean nigga
But this ain't one of them skinny legs
This one of them dirty sweatpants
Pelle Pelle jean niggas
You got dropped and you lost some weight
I think it's time for you to come clean nigga
I'm not saying you a crackhead
But losing weight and getting back on Smack
Well that's a fiend nigga
You was sleeping on me Jones
So tell me what happened in that dream nigga
Was the fans cheering you on?
Oh they was calling you the king nigga?
Well I'ma walk you up to VIP and
Then dot you with that beam nigga
Cause if history repeats it'self
Then the balcony is where the
King loses his dream nigga and you right
You did lose your deal with Luda'
What happened? Y'all got into an argument
And you called him a bama?
That's crazy I thought it was all love
And hip hop down in Atlanta
Well ain't no love and hip
Hop with me and you
So don't start feeling a lil' happy
Cause one of these will give you that Stevie
J face if you feeling a Lil' Scrappy
That 38 my side bitch, named her Joseline
That ratchet mean that K sing like Michelle
Hit a note at you and your faggot team
See I'm something like Benzino
I'm not trying to say

That every rapper's mean
But, your Source should've warned you
I'm more known for a magazine
Good thing we ain't putting no
Bread on this battle Jones
Cause on the real you would've lost the bet
Jersey can't beat New York for shit
No lie we done off'd the best
I mean the Rangers kill the Devils
We own the Giants and of course the Jets
You Jersey niggas don't win shit
You even lost the Nets
Don't get it twisted I got
Wild love for Jersey like I think, Surf
Shotgun and Arsonal beat ya
I said them bullets Surf when that Shotgun
Speak and that Arsonal heat ya
My chrome black
It got Shotgun feet an Arsonal sneakers
I rip your soul
Sole like Shotgun feet in Arsonal's sneakers
See that's what you call wordplay Jones
No lie you need to get you some
Leave you dead in the middle of - man
I'm a different Pun
My chrome crap no iPhone app
I got a different gun
Think it's a game 'til I hit the side
Of your temple and make your temple run
All you do is write me on Twitter
From the AM to the PM
Cause, I'm at your girl box but you
Don't see it like a DM
Oh, what you mad I got bread
And it's a verified amount?
I'ma nigga that blue
Blew checks with no verified account
You run around telling lies
Telling niggas how you lost your deal
Now you back in battle rap
Spread love all across the field
When John John used your
Multiple choice scheme
You got mad, I mean of course it's real
So let's do the multiple choice scheme
On how your lost your deal
Is it A) Luda dropped you cause he
Found out you ain't a thug
Is it B) You mad at Shwanna
She ain't wanna give you hugs
Is it C) Tity Boi turned 2
Chainz and wouldn't show you love
Nigga this is yo' scheme
You know it's all of the above
But now you balling like a scrub
I remember the word on the street
"Serius Jones got a deal" I'm
Like word? He a beast
I was waiting for your album to drop
But Luda' pushed it to a further release
So Busta how a nigga with no noise get
Dropped from Disturbing Tha Peace
I guess he told you to Stand Up
But, you wasn't going in your bag
He tried to put you in other Area Codes
But, you wasn't growing with your swag
So he told you to Move Bitch

You ain't zoning with your pad
Then took your contract and told you
To Blow It Out Ya Ass!
That freestyle shit is trash
They paid money to hear bars nigga
Oh, I get it, you think I'm Hamilton
Well you got the wrong Charles nigga
See the Charles love pink
See this Charles love shells
See that Charles love peace
See this Charles love jail
See that Charles love heaven
This Charles love Hell
See that Charles love Sonic
This Charles love tail
Now that was just a lil' jokey shit
I had to hit y'all with 30
Seconds of some Charles shit
But let me get back to Charlie Clips
You know what I do, you know that bar shit
I know you looking at my squad
I guess you thinking that my block
Is calm til that blade out
And you'll get ate (eight) baby, Octomom
I don't wanna hear about your gun
And how you clap it
And keep a Glock in palm or
When ya knife is out
Cause you don't give slices out
You Papa Johns
And this is what y'all niggas call an icon?
Well y'all gon' get his chest shot
I'ma use the Mac to leave
This icon on his desktop
I'm soft? Where? (Software)
Til I run in your windows
And you lose your dome i ain't stumble
I was just getting to Google Chrome
Now that computer scheme
Let me backspace no lie that was all wack
But what I'm saying is if
You don't have my PC, i'm bring all Macs
I wanna make your body shift but I
Know you running with all rats
So to catch a lowercase I'ma
Give you all caps
I wear Prada you wear Rocawear
You hot? But not in here you ugly fuckdnA

Y'all know my slogan
Get Em The Fuck Outta Here!

You god damn right I put on for Jersey
So we don't need a team
If ya name was Coretta
You still couldn't fuck with the King
I don't know no real niggas that
Know this nigga in real life
So I hired a private investigator
This freak bitch I call her Dick Tracey
And y'all will not believe the
Information this bitch gave me
So I don't gotta spit a bunch of
Nonsense and all kind of jokes
See all I'ma quote is the
Contents of this envelope
See your government name, your social
I ain't gotta give 'em all that shit
But, your annual income was less than 10 sum
And your mom still claiming you on her taxes
Real shit see you the type of nigga
To get fired from Chick-Fil-A
Not because you could fuck up some chicken
But because they had suspicion that
You was in the kitchen
With an employee giving new definition to
The term entry level position
And your bitch is a dirty
Battle rapper from the Bronx, ash Cash
Wow, well Ash is trash
Lyrically and physically
It's probably roaches in that bitch perm
You look like Brian Pumper
So what's she? Montana?
Cause everybody know her Fishburne
Since you bitch is a battle rapper
What y'all be battle in the bed?
What she plays Ms hustle? What
You act like O Red?
So when we say the Lenox Ave Beast
It's obvious we ain't talking
'bout your mixtape
Cause now that we know that
You playing with them kids
It don't even matter what your Penn States
I call Trace on three way
Told her call Clips
They say, "Aye, can I speak
To Clips?" They say, "Who he?"
They say, "Oh, Charlie, excuse me"
They say, "Oh, you mean Bootsie!" i said
"Bootsie?!" No that can't be who you be
They said, "Charlie Clips the battle rapper
You know that carries the Uzi's saying
That he shoots G's
And sold more crack than Pookie they said
"You know who I'm talking about right?"
Your mom said

"Absolutely! Well he's with Ash at
Movies and 'round here we don't him that
It's Bootsie"
Bootsie?! That's your name my nigga?
My name is Slaim
It's Muslim and Farrakhan ain't
Smacking my Kufi when I was nine
Saddam should've flew from Iraq to recruit me
And I got two long noses
Call 'em X-Factor and Mookie
And I ain't never met a trapper, a rapper
Or a battle rapper named Bootsie
Well if your name is Bootsie
It don't even matter if he's so lyrical
Cause if you don't pop in rap
I guess you could sing Negro spirituals
From what you said in the Aye Verb battle
You called your grandmoms when it's over
The way she raised your
Mama must've been wrong
Cause when she was nine months pregnant
She would have long dongs all in her thong
So it don't matter if you use
Niggas all in your songs
Cause technically you been on other niggas
Dicks even before you was born
It don't matter if you had long
Schlongs all in her thong
Cause obviously you had on niggas dicks
Since before you was born
See and your lil' brother
Played for Utah huh? He running the point
Only thing you run is your dick suckers
And even though Brian Pumper spit's gutter
It's hard to respect it when
We look at your DNA
All your lil' brothers become
Your big brothers
See growing up I was so tough I
Thought my hood wasn't hood enough
But the Wolves is rough to have niggas dying
Brothers cooking up but, you know why I know
Why your millies don't flame?
Cause all your gun lines come
From sports and video games get money
That's what I know Harlem niggas to do
But see I followed the Blueprint of AZ
Rich and them dudes
But, you? You wasn't around when
Them pounds broke down
When them pigeons that flew
You lost to Big T's and
Even your Religions ain't True
See it's been 4 battles we ain't
Even seen a fitted that's new
Meanwhile I got the Benz, Range, bitches
The jewels

So you might as well move to the Bronx
And get a job sweeping shit in the Zoo
Cause, I'm a Jersey nigga but I'm still
More of a Harlem nigga than you
See my criminal records is
Extensive, gun cases, moving piff
You know, some assault a loser foolishness
Unfortunate you can Google it
But Google you and nothing of you exists
So the conclusion is
You just named yourself Clips
You don't use them shit's
Nigga you don't move weight and
You ain't losing it, weight that is
Why am I the underdog and
Y'all fronting I'm over it, fake that is
They gon' have to use Aye Verb's
Perm to replace your wig
Your mom's tripping at the wake
"That ain't my kid!
I don't even know who face that is!"
Nigga I'll smack your saggy beard
Til my hands get calluses
Choke your Turkey neck until you
Whiter than Jimmy Fallon is
Pull out the Tec's and make Summer
Madness higher than Dallas is
Say goodbye to your movement let
Me walk you through paralysis
See you tripping thinking I wasn't
Gonna trip off you Bootsie
That 2nd round was a lil' shaky
But, I'ma get back to you 3rd nigga bOOTSIE!

Don't throw nothing on the stage
I ain't gon' lie that's true Smack
But did you hear this nigga last round?
What you want them to do Smack?
You tried to say the nickname my mom's
Gave me like that shit hurt
My name Bootsie and I don't pitch crills
Or I don't let that Tec dance
No matter what my fucking name is
I will never wear them sweatpants
And you claim you getting money?
Since you talking I mean
What y'all wanna do nigga?
He can't be getting money
If this the same chain he
Wore against Mook nigga
This nigga is a wine cooler
Fact mac we sip Cognac
This nigga ain't fresh
We wear these to the laundromat
My nigga, I mean what are you pointing at?
Are you pointing at my gun? Are
You gon' crack mad fat jokes?
Now you gon' tell me I need to run?
Are you gon' tell me that
I'm running out of breath?
Are you gon' tell me that I'm Pun?
Nigga I don't give a fuck what
You say, you know what, fuck it I'm done
Sike! I lied nigga! I caught you stupid
You almost died nigga
Me fuck up? Not even if I tried nigga
But, I'ma tell you something right now, right
Let me get real serious and
Talk to my bredrin
I need y'all to hear me for 5 minutes
I'ma question him and see if he a legend
Now I know a lot of y'all paid money
Right now so y'all can hear bars
Just do me one second
Be quiet cause what I'ma say is pretty hard
So what I'ma try to tell y'all is
I need a second to breathe
If you not a real nigga that
Don't like real nigga shit
There's the door, you can leave
What happened to them 12 imaginary battles
You had at Fight Klub?
That nobody in the world would
Ever get to see
The only niggas that knew you had them
Battles is your mother and International P
You battled Jin, CH and Mook
You only won 2 out of 3
So how is Serius Jones really a legend?
See this is what's confusing me
See what's really your claim to fame Jones?
I know it ain't come from defeating Jin
Cause outside of 106 & Park we all
Knew that'd be an easy win
You battled a Chinese nigga
With Chinese jokes
In a room full of black people
That's like Big T battling a skinny nigga
In a room full of fat people
But, I do give you credit cause against
Jin and H you was snapping
But then you met Murda Mook and
We all know what happened
Dot on your head! Dot on your
Leg! Dot on your chest!
Nah I'm not gon' finish

But what I wanna know is
He was spitting some fire shit
You took that battle to heart and
You went straight into retirement
Then you asked Smack can you battle me
So now I gotta ask you a question
If he need me to retire
Which one of us is the legend?
I gotta be honest with you
You my nigga I ain't gon'
Front I fuck with Smack
But this the shit that get me mad
When they get these wack niggas
And have 'em coming back
I should put this gun to your sweatpants
Make that Tec dance you do a jumping jack
If I don't get 7 racks after this
I swear to God I ain't coming back
I be like, see let me tell y'all about
This chick named Legend
You see Legend is a freak bitch
See Legend slept with Mook and Iron
Here's a nigga Legend ain't get to sleep with
See Legend gassed him up like he's a vet'
But Legend told me that he was a rookie
He ain't ever get to fuck Legend
See Legend ain't ever give him pussy
You battled in Fight Klub
Used the same rounds over and over
And you know that it's true nigga
So Legend left him and came and
Got with us new niggas
You don't know what to do
I'm fucking her I"m getting fame from her
I"m bagging Legend now
Me and DNA running a train for her
See what happened is
You got dropped cause you couldn't
Make no hood music no, no
Noyou got dropped because you
Couldn't make GOOD music
See I went to Kanye city
Y'all see me out there I was cooking B
See my name Clips
(e) so I showed y'all how to Push (a) T
And ya swag is pretty off and you
Showed me how you was too lame
Cause against Mook
You tatted a fake necklace on your
Black T to have 2 Chainz my nigga you lame
Your name is Salim not Sean
You could never be Big buddy
Day N Nite you a Legend like John
But they don't give this Kid Cudi
Now if you follow all those lessons
You could see that I'm bombing
I swear to God I'm so glad
We got nothing in Common
Why you talking to the crowd nigga?
Remember I'm your understudy, be proud nigga
Oh, now you admitting it
That you always been a fag' nigga
A fag' nigga

Run up to you and pull that Mag nigga
Nah fuck itit's oversike I lied nigga!
What I look like? That nigga?
Aight I did that on purpose
See I'ma tell you a secret between you and me
I choked on purpose
So I can talk to this fat nigga
That look like he work with Truancy
See I knew you was gon' start booing me
Yeah you fucking up tight
Let's leave this ma', you right here
Me and you fucking tonight fucking up tight
He got me mad the last round cause he wack
I'm fucking up tight, Summer Madness is over
Just fuck it just fuck it, goodnight
Don't worry about it

I ain't gon' front, I'm kinda drunk
That last round I kinda flopped my nigga
But, you ended your battle like that?
Well thanks a lot my nigga
See money ain't worth shit when you
Got the heart of a tadpole
And if shit was worth money
You'd probably be born with no asshole
See I'm a black hippy
But, it's them things that money
Brings see that gets me
You playing that field from running
Through this back alley, ask Ricky
So yeah I'm a mac, I teach hoes
Like Nino we Jack cities
But see Goldie ain't what I mean though
When I say I brought the Mac with me
See since your name is Clips
Let's break down the following
You know the actual mechanism
See the barrel cylinder is so
The bullet flies with precision
The trigger suspension and the fire
Independence is like the engine
So what do Clips do? Slide in
A butt and hold ammunition
So if we compared gun clips to this fat boy
You don't own none of the rounds you spit
You hold 'em for Smack so
Technically you a pack boy
So it don't matter what your aim is
Cause we can see what
Trigger's you to rhyming
Cause Clips only fire when you find a
Machine bigger than you to slide in
See I'm the boss who put Charles
In Charge? Clips we fire them
And I see that you trying
To help the environment
But damn my nigga you love recycling
Reusing the same things
Remixing the same lines
Like the controller shit the sun and Earth
We heard you the first two times
So since all your rounds come
Back around like karma
Charlie Clips? Nah bruh, you Charlie Revolver
Something's wrong with this equation
And I know for you Math is confusing
And I don't mean the Math that's so trash
That last time y'all actually booed him
I mean the math that you using
To calculate the numbers my classics is doing
So factor in losing, subtract your delusions
Divide your pride, add some contusions
Now you out your space, you got a problem
And ain't no patching in Houston
Cause when I put them craters
On your moon face
That's when I call a Proactiv solution
I'm a leader, I crack a pint to a sharp tip
Slice ya Goodz then have half a
Gallon leaking out your armpit's
I put a gram on a tablespoon
Take a 6 inch strap of leather
Choke you, shoot you
Then stab you to death with a ruler
Now that's drastic measures
See how dare you sleep on the
King you futon ass nigga
You don't even register where I
Shop, cut it out, you coupon ass nigga
So don't ask me to tag you on Facebook
Again when I see you in Harlem
Because as you know now I only
Play tag when I'm sparking
And after I tag your toe
Don't make me catch you nowhere
Other than a coffin
Cause if I see you in the morgue
I'll rip off your toes and rip
The tags back off them
See they said he had 4 bodies
I said well some bodies better than no bodies
But, if all your bodies is nobody's then
To a somebody you got no bodies
If I see you on the roof of this building
"Jump Clips we got you!"
That's what I yell at him probably
Cause even if I decide to save your
Life I'm still catching a body
I'm sick nigga
I hit your prenatal with gauge pellets
Nigga I'm so sick I make
The creators of AIDS jealous
I'm sick I spit infirmaries in
The yard on 'em nigga I'm so sick
Even my blood cells got bars on'em
So now that you're a dead rapper
And ain't no way around it
For all the dead rappers watching over us
What you think they have to say about it?
Well Biggie, he be like
"Hughh! He hit that nigga up worse
Than they hit up me" pac'll be like, "yeah
Nigga that's how you ride on your enemies!"
Big L would be like
"That nigga ain't from my block"
Pun will be like, "Where y'all at physically
Well Clips ain't do diddidly
And oh shit he left him dead
In the middle of little Italy, literally"
See Eazy-E be like
"God damn that nigga sick as me"
Pimp C was so fucked up he
Passed the lean to ODB heavy D was like
"Damn I wanted Clips to win
Cause he big like me
But damn that nigga's DEAdiddly
Didddly diddly diddly D!"
Ayo I might've fucked up the 2nd round
But, I just merked you my nigga
You peep that? Well since I sunk your ship
I turn into the Anchorman and
Give y'all the recap
"This is Serius Jones reporting live
From Summer Madness 2
Where he'll enjoy a hearty buzz
And now we'll see he's all the
Champion that we thought he was
He hit Clips with a vicious
Series of brutal attacks
He'g gonna have to go home put some
Ice on the fat on his back"
I ain't got no slogan
So maybe y'all can help me out
So I got it clear
Since it's a Landslide and it's a Body
Bag then Zip 'Em Up and
(Get Em The Fuck Outta Here)