URLtv, Tay Roc, Swamp - Tay Roc vs. Swamp lyrics

I said Carolina what's happenin'? Let's eat
They got Swamp on Summer Madness
Y'all wanna know what's gon' happen
Well let's see catch a dinner set
While y'all feastin' I'ma show
This bitch ass nigga
(I'm the same nigga in real life
That I am on the internet) i said first off
Fuck that tournament and them judges
Everybody know a nigga had
The best two rounds
Had Houston in front of Lil' Flip
Thinkin' it was 'Game Over'
And even J prince Jr said
I got finessed two times (2Tymes)
I heard you been lookin' for
That TI soundin' muthafucka
Now you get to see what happen
When you find it bitch
Deuce deuce in the boot and even yoooou can
Receive a TIP from some Tiny shit


Bitch I'm finna got loco in this bitch
I'm talkin' straight postal in this bitch
Y'all ain't never got that dumped
By your old lady?
CashApp her some money and she send it back?
You know goddamn well it's
Over for this bitch
You got a lotta dirty laundry
Out there in the streets
But, I ain't gon' sit here and
Act like I know the man
But, I damn sure ain't gon' act like it ain't
A few things that I owe the fans
Ain't no way in the fuck you gon' convince me
You know the difference and
Can eyeball a gram
When bitch you didn't even
Know the difference in how to eyeball a man
You and yo' niggas? Ass and twat
I can tell anyone of my niggas
"Pass the Glock" then Roc get
(rocket) lifted by somethin'
Like an astronaut I don't give a fuck about
Yo' sexual preference muthafucka
It's The Flintstones
Ain't nobody surprised to hear
About Fred smashin' Roc (k) you a rap bitch
Them big ass hats represent all
Of that cap shit but the problem is
Y'all make that nigga think that's cool
Cause y'all accept that shit
Like y'all remember how hype he was on
Stage when John John threw that chain?
Only to find out this nigga
Jewelry ain't amount to jack (Jakk) shit
Listen, I got too many
Killers in this muthafucka
You better watch how you look in the spot
Fuck around catch a jab, uppercut
Or a hook in the spot
What y'all want me to talk
About? Pushin' the Roc
(k) or cookin' the Roc (k)?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
When this the type of muthafucka
That really know if
Bow Wow got some good pussy or not?
Nigga you got me fucked up
For you, I'm on some ruthless shit
Somebody daughter can get shot
A8 is what The Transporter flippin' out
I started to catch you at your hotel room
By the pool beat you the fuck up, you know
Water whippin' Roc (k)
I'm real as it get bitch fake chokes

Nah, nah, nah i'm real as it get bitch
The only thing I'm fuckin' up
Tonight is this bitch
This Swamp, you not prepared for this
I'm airin' clips try me, I dare a bitch
He thought he was fuckin' with a G
'Til it turn to Jimmy Butler with the Heat
And outta nowhere he dreadin' shit
You play stupid you gon' see a can' dump
First this nigga body drop
Then his man slumped even in Edgewood on his
Own block gettin' murked his dog, rockin'
(Roc (k) ) in a shirt, like And1
I don't give a fuck about that tournament
This nigga finna get the best Swamp
Hit this nigga upper torso then get Chess
(chest) shot pull over after Eazy pass
(Easypass) like a rest stop
Surf won't make it to his mama
Crib before he get stretched out
And as far as this goofy
That shit just like hoopin'
This ain't the first time the ball been in
My court and I had to check Roc (k)
I know you think this shit sweet
But don't try it nigga
It's too many mothafuckas in here ready
To start a riot nigga
I've been that little muthafucka
Throwin' rocks at giants
David and Goliath nigga
Y'all gon' have to help Roc
This heater will melt Roc
(k) for thinkin' he a liver (lava) nigga
I know y'all muthafuckas be
Thinkin' y'all great, but I'm one
I knew what the fuck was gon'
Happen when the time come
A better representation of the south
They not gon' find one
And the fact that you still wanna
Battle me after T Top and
Twork let's me know them muthafuckas
Ain't get the job done
I got tired of hearin' 'bout
"Swamp you got Tay Roc on Summer Madness"
Duh bitch, I was warned
That ain't shit compared to my life
Nigga I was scorned the minute I was born
The streets
Basketball, in between the two I was torn
So rap about me huntin' and eatin' raccoons
But don't forget the fact I'll take the
Head off a bat like Ozzy Osbourne

Shut the fuck up shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up
I'm finna commit a crime on this stage
I know you took your time and
Crafted every line on page (Paige)
But, I'm losin' my mind on stage
The shotgun gun cocks BOOM
Get him lookin' like Ginuwine on stage
Nigga talk "Swamptown that"
And "Swamptown this"
Until a nigga gotta stand in
Front of this Swamptown shit rap nigga
AYOOOOO! I'ma fuck you up nigga

Ayo, you let me down
In that tournament nigga
What's up wit' that?
Had 100K on the line versus
JC and he fumbled that y'all fuck wit' that?
Right if he come with three
Rounds tonight then y'all
Lettin' me know I'm more important than

You better come to rap nigga!
(You bout to die boy i'm
Sorry you're 'bout to
Die i'm tellin' you he's about to die)
You better come to rap like them
Other niggas that tried to
Your name's "Swamp" and ain't get a call for
New Orleans and they was battlin' by you
(Bayou) i'ma fry you pussy!
Swamp to me, no comp' to me
You bein' the king of anythingcomedy
You start wit' me
Human Torch, the fire arm (firearm) wit' me
And this'll break a Bone, Thug
The choir sing in Harmony who hard as me?
Have his corn rolls hangin' partially
Face shot, target the bul's eye
(bullseye) , it's archery
The act of takin' somethin'
From someone unlawfully
Boy you will end up in a
Cast if I commit grand larceny
Honestly, box cutter do you awfully
Watch his clothes turn mahogany pardon me
(You could never fuck wit' me
You country nigga you done
This ain't that this ain't that
This ain't that nigga) do you awfully
Watch his clothes turn mahogany pardon me
Takin' this? Was an honest mistake
You fraud and you fake
Talk to me nice or your jaw I'ma break
Nothing's impossible, God isn't fake
I can't take a lake in a swamp
Boy but I can toss a Swamp in a lake
Boy, I will pull up and leave
Whenever you live a wreck
I see a shadow in a window
I'm shootin' a silhouette
Get the picture yet?
Pistol whip him, get his shit reset
I'ma have Swamp leakin' from the stick
It's a fishin' net if I get upset
You gon' see Dracula lift a TEC
And anybody Walking Dead, it bit his neck
I've been a threat
Your chin get checked with all disrespect
You'll end up dead in real life
And dead on the internet

Roc: You're done 1-0 how that
1-0 feel? How that
Feel? You battlin' me, I'm
Not them other goofies
Nigga i told you though i told you though
Swamp: We still got two rounds
Roc: I told you I'm not them niggas
Swamp: We still got two rounds
Roc: And you gon' lose those too nigga
Swamp: We gotta rap two more
Rounds we gotta keep rappin'
This is gas it's gas it's gas it's gas
Roc: Right it's gas but I'm in
Your state i'm in your state
Swamp: That do not move me
Roc: Talkin' 'bout gas look at him emotional

You'll end up dead in real life
And dead on the internet
What? You happy cause Charlotte 'bout
What? Two hours from you?
Boy this K stutter and get rid of this mark
Shaved butter ain't nothin' you say gutter
I told you, if we go to war the boy cookin'
(cook in) Swamp Bobby Boucher mother
You a straight sucka
Big slugs, you catch 'em out the gauge
Shots blast
And leave ya top half without the legs
Or the Louisville swing 'til I'm
Slappin' out a braid ya skull crack
Resemble somethin' hatchin' out an egg
A lot of racks that I was paid
Was put on this guy head
My Sig' and a hoodie
A Boogie from Highbridge rock wigs
Have him stairin', at the back of his eyelids
Nigga ain't believe that he
Would diebut God did
What are you? High, kid?
You don't let your rifle pop
He is talkin' 'bout WWE if he
Ever said he got Title shot
This a big gauge
When it flash he get writer's block
This'll flip page
(Paige) , like the pad with the spiral top
His life'll stop, you'll be restin' in Hell
If I catch him with his bitch
Ring Ty Shawn bell with the 12
Assassinate ya glock 19, attach a laser
I'll snap and death roll into Swamp
It's an alligator if we get in a dispute
Boy, I will get in a coupe
Hit you wit' the whip
You gon' feel like the nigga in Roots
This nigga a goof
I will break a knuckle chippin' ya tooth
Stomp through Swamp
Turn these DR's to fisherman boots!
Nigga salute, cause I grind for my spot
Swamps have low elevation
How the fuck you gon' rise over Roc (k)?
This nigga's no comp'
He lost a 100K tournament against
A nigga I stomped
It would be more excitin' to see Roc
(k) skip over Swamp roc, never plays
Today's price, ain't yesterdays
When they want me to bless the stage
The investor pays ya chest get caved
Ammo out this Heckler sprays
Tunnel though Swamp
Look like the mangroves of the Everglades
You lyin' if you say I'm not with the greats
When everybody in anybody's Mt
Rushmore had Roc (k) in they face
That's round one nigga!

As far as me and South Carolina
We control the block got it in a cobra lock
Don't nothin' slide through that muthafucka
That we don't know about
We even control the ops
My grandma stopped me on the way
Out the do' she said
"There's some things I wanna pray
For your soul about
I'm okay with the reefer and
Alcohol but I'm tired of
People comin' to me sayin' you
Plan on smokin' Roc (k) "
I'm finna kill you muhfucka, plain and simple
I ain't here to disguise my plan
When we ride, we slidin', we hop out vans
Keep spinnin'
Until I'm certain that I got my man
Throw his body off of a bridge
And get rid of the murder weapon
The only time I ever throw Roc
(k) and hide my hand
The only thing that been on
My mind is homicide
I need to see yo' kids and yo' mama cry
I watched you so long
I even know the car that you like to drive
So if I catch you in that mothafucka
You might wanna get outta Dodge
Before I Ram that mothafucka in
The fuckin' wall like
A Charger when your phone 'bout to die
Nigga, fuckin' with me? Is death threatenin'
I'm finna run a play on Roc
I'm talkin' take everythang off Roc
Right after I put a K on Roc
(k) like I'm spell checkin'
Most you muthafuckas be pussy in real life
Y'all don't be on the type
Of time that I'm on
Roc (k) ain't really worth a fuck rhinestone
You 'bout as fake as them diamonds
And this is the south, a 50 cal'
The entry wound look the size of a pinecone
If you got me losin' tonight
Then you buggin' this dude frontin'
We done seen him in too many situations that
He should've popped off and ain't do nothin'
Fuck a gun, Roc (k) to sleep, snooze button
If I pull up and hop out, he haul ass
I'm like, "Not the Gun Bar King why
The fuck is dude runnin'?" on God he
(Gotti) tried to run up a tree and hide
The bulldog went from chasin' a
Chicken to 'coon huntin' you can't kill me
Tay Roc smilescoon huntin'

You can't kill me muthafucka, my soul gone
They just mad I got this battle
Rap shit in a chokehold
Different colored tips will leave
Him iced snow cone
Tell yo' bitch, "Get the fuck out the way"
I smoke hoes
Fuck you and that interview with DNA
Headshot that muthafucka then hit Roc
(k) bottom and leave 'em Stone Cold
Listen muthafucka, you've got to go
I will let a Glock explode
Pull up, Stop & Go
Y'all finna see Roc (k) get smoked
Stem, Backwood, Fronto, Optimo
Mercury tips, his top explode
Then spin the block with drums
And guitars, hittin' licks, roc
(k) & Roll talkin' 'bout he gon' pull up
I bet the coroner, this bitch a goner
The led spit, his body drop, I'm
Hoppin' out, give him that
"is he dead" kick stood over the body like
"Look at you now you little dead bitch"
Them seatbelts not gettin' buckled
But, your legs did nigga I'm here to protest
I've done been up and down the whole east
Coast and still had to go west no sweat
This ain't shit but another stop
In the road test but for this one, I stole
My mom dukes pistol, ask me why (Why?)
Cause you know they always said knows best

Jamaican accent
Mon out here eatin' shredded raccoon platters
Him into some wild tings
Nah, fuck is goin' on in the Carolinas?
Ain't no Buffalo Wild Wings?
Why you eatin' raccoons my nigga?
The crowd starts to boo Tay Roc

Aye! Now y'all got me mad now
Y'all got me mad aight oh
So y'all all eat that shit aight my fault
I didn't know y'all all eat
That shit my bad we
Don't eat that shit where I'm from aye Bizzy
You eat that shit? Buggin' nigga

Fuck is goin' on in the Carolinas?
Ain't no Buffalo Wild Wings?
How you feed that to ya kids?
Open with pride? Filthy animal
I should black both of ya eyes
Like raccoons trippin'
As if I done had shrooms
Pistol whip 'em 'til the butt red baboon
Stab through him-
The crowd starts to boo again

Shhhhh nah nah nah nah shut up
Shut up shut up! Hold
On! Hold on! Pistol whip him
Shhhhh nah, nah, nah
Nah i'm not rappin' 'til
Y'all shut the fuck up i promise
I will not rap 'til y'all
Shut the fuck up i swear to
God i swear to God
I won't say shit to y'all on my
Kids i won't say shit shhhh i
Won't say a motherfuckin' word 'til y'all
Shut up i saaaaid! I saaaaaid!

Stab through him
He'll end up with broke ribs
They should've booked you versus Danny Myers
For battle of Who Got The Most Kids
You piece of shit
You look like you catch animals
And keep the shit
You play possum with the possums
Then kill 'em and eat the shit eat a dick
I don't need no clique to stretch you
It'll be me, my bitch and Swamp like Shrek 2
This guy a goofy
Inf' beam, red as a shiny ruby
Two Glocks, fuck up The Boondocks Riley, Huey
When I met you
You act like some kind of groupie
But, I been noticed the snake in Swamp
We seen the Anaconda movie

Shhhh shut up shut up y'all got
Me tight now shut up who the hottest-
Crowd starts to boo again
I like it i love it i love it i love it
But, I been noticed the snake in Swamp
We seen the Anaconda movie
Who the hottest? He is not it i'ma made-

Are y'all gonna shut the fuck
Up? Who ain't gonna
Shut the fuck up? Shut the fuck up!
Yo! Who's the hottest? You is not it
I'ma make you a topic
You'll get shot in the face
From a Maverick Luka Dončić
40, bang on him like Kemp
Ain't no way you could block it
Shawn pass from the glove
The shots? Supersonic who you scarin'?
Watch where you starin' 'fore
We start flarin' we ain't sparin'
You on a shirt what they gon' be wearin'
Eagle with the silencer, get to airin'
That's the bird with the big beak for Swamp
Shit look like a heron i dare him

The crowd starts to boo again
Ititi can't wait to catch one of
Y'all niggas i can't wait i dare him
Right in his face where the strap get put
And the clip curl look like
The hand on Captain Hook this cat is shook
Play, you gon' see how a casket look
Splash Swamp with the wide
Nose it's a platypus be brave
End up jumpin' inside of a deep grave
The heat wave
Like it's one of them 100 degree days
They pay niggas like me more
And keep niggas like me paid he eat raccoon
I'm startin' to think where you're
From they ain't freed slaves

The crowd starts to boo again
I love it i love it i love it he eats raccoon
And y'all prolly do too i got it, I got it
I got it he eat raccoon
I'm startin' to think where you're
From they ain't freed slaves-
I will not say another muthafuckin' word 'til
Y'all shut up i will not say
Another muthafuckin' word 'til y'all
Shut up i
Will not say another muthafuckin' word

You seen rage
It must be the coke that ya ass snort
I'ma bad sport
Trigger finger itch, it had warts
Your cash short
You don't know about stamps and a passport
You sit in ya living room with
Ya kids and pass 'Ports nigga relax
You the nigga that can't remember ya raps
You claim it's 'cause you been in the trap
Gettin' them stacks flippin' them packs
If it's a fact what Swamp sayin'
Hit his grandmother with the bus for
That work that Shawn weighin' (Wayan)
I'm beyond playin'
Fuck you, if you not my team
It can't get a drink at the
Bar cause the Glock 19
This Swamp thing, tryin' to stop my green
What I pull out the jean's gray
(Jean Grey) with a Cyclop beam
I Storm in, stick on me, Gambit
Aim and shoot knock his teeth out
He won't be able to save a tooth
(Sabretooth) afraid of who?
I don't care if ya family backstage
Flip everybody with his last name
'Til I get to the last page (Paige)
The gat sprays

Tay Roc starts getting some positive
Reactions from the crowd
It doesn't even matter the gat sprays
Hollows from the heat I'ma launch hit him
Watch all the blood
Flow and stream outta Swamp
The evilest thought
Wish you would get me mad with ya silly ass
My goons waitin', sittin' on Swamp
They Lilli pads this nigga trash
Shut up don't tell me shit

Battlin' you, is some borin' shit
You lost 200K in the
Total of two tournaments? Unfortunate
Blade to his neck, start forcin' it
Not just one artery
I locate every cord and knit (coordinate)
Get tore and rip
Told him to watch who he warin' wit'
Foreign clip, crescent hangin'
From the stick, it's an ornament
You on some shit get hit with a cannonball
When the cannon drawn
Swamp is what we rainin' on, it's the Amazon
This man is gone! I told him that this ain't
What he want from me rap nigga

They tried to get me outta there i got you
I got you i got you got you got
You they don't wanna see him
Lose nigga like I
Told you they only gon- if they don't
Want him to die they ain't gon' let him i
Was 'bout to kill that nigga on my
Kids they eat raccoon nigga ha let's get it
You definitely ain't gonna win this one nigga

I wanna ask y'all a couple questions i said
Y'all wanna know why I'll never be
The face of the URL?
I stood on everything I said when I came
In the game and I was poppin' shit
Stayed loyal to my Swamptown niggas and never
Joined one of these poppin' cliques
You wanna know why I'll never be
The face of the URL? (Why?)
Like he said, I look at this shit as WWE
Fake as fuck, just a check and ain't no fun
Plus, ain't no nigga never took
Nothin' from around my neck
Damn sho' not with no gun
You wanna know why I'll never be
The face of the URL?
The crowd starts booing Swamp

Aye, I'ma tell you why I'll never
Be the face of URL
I stayed in my southern roots and
Made 'em hate that shit
I ain't did like nobody else that
Tried to change they shit
So when them mothafuckas got on live talkin'
'bout "country bumpkin'", "cotton
Pickin' mothafuckas"
I put it on my back and I embraced that shit
The Gun Bar King man, stop the shit
I really can show you how
Fast a Glock can spit
I was raised by 'cane and
But never really watched Raising Kanan
But from the one episode I did see
It showed me Roc (Raq) a bitch
Aye, but what the fuck happened
To the first Cave Gang?
Chef left the kitchen when the stove was hot
He didn't know what to do with
A Young Kannon lets me
Know he prolly don't know how to hold a Glock
It wasn't Ave
You (U) turn when you thought that the road was blocked
So the only way I really know how to make way
For the Cave is to put a hole in Roc (k)
But what the fuck happened to Burke Bucs?
I thought that was ya mans
The only thing I ever seen you get
That muthafucka on URL was Banned
When it came to Chess and Eazy
How the fuck you let Surf in?
Why the fuck don't Bucs get to
Be around for the big bags
Ain't you and Burke kin (Birkin)?
I know that third round, y'all
Think I'm finna get personal
But, I'm really here to rap fool
I got plenty of ways to get at you
I'm talkin' 'bout, you strapped
I'm strapped too glock 40 and a MAC too
All wit' me when I attack you
Play stupid, how I'll clap you
Then wait for the body to
Stiffen up and freeze like, "Roc
(k) is that you (statue) "
I know you like to be with
Yo' bitch a lot but what
The fuck you think gon' happen if
I catch Roc and Caution? I'ma pop it on him
I move reckless, not with Caution
If I catch you by yourself
I'll dome shot that bitch, leave
Yellow tape on the body
Now he literally rockin' (Roc and) Caution
I done did NOME
Volume and now Summer Madness
Stop talkin' to me about some
Shit I ain't done yet play wit' me
It'll be Boyz N The Hood how Roc
(k) get a gut check
You the one that cuffed a
Battle rap bitch that
Ain't too many battle rappers
That ain't fuck yet
Walk around this muthafucka
Dressed like Dracula
Around a bunch of niggas callin' yo'self "the
Biggest" and wonder why
Your character's suspect
Nigga you'se a bitch
I don't even have to give him the whole Sig'
(cig') , he only need a short
Fuck Gun Titles
The gun titles that ever scared me
Was the ones in police reports
When it come to this battle rap
Shit, I get treated like shit, say nothin'
Even though I know my end of the deal
Gon' always come out short or somethin'
Like I don't pull up with
An ankle monitor on
Takin' risks like I ain't got to
Go back to court or somethin'
Then they charge me pennies
Then argue about the people I'm
Tryin' to bring in
Like they don't want me to
Have some support or somethin'
So Smack, the next time you wanna
Throw a Gun Titles card
Leave me off and take that
Bitch up north or somethin' this the south
This is the south!

Yo, I came in the game, at 21
You was probably in the 12th grade
My first URL was with Suge
We ain't even have a stage
When you first came in the game
You ain't even have no braids
When I was battlin' Tsunami
Swamp ain't even have a wave
You be makin' music and nobody listens
Shitty hobby think you puttin' out fire and
Nobody see it Ricky Bobby this nigga try me
Sic the bulldog on him to sit beside me
Fire these turn him Siamese, split a body
If you don't know what's wrong
You who the joke is on
All you do is smoke cigarettes
You eat raccoon and be mowin' lawns
What's goin' on? The crowd starts booing

All you do is smoke cigarettes
You eat raccoon and be mowin' lawns
What's goin' on?
I catch you cuttin' some grass, this 9 spark
Big machine
You the one I leave blownin' on the sidewalk
My fault
There's just certain shit that I'm used to
He gon' use the same angles everybody
Did and still lose too
But boy that bracelet on
Ya ankle ain't fashion
Whatchu think? It make ya shoes cute?
Nigga they was gonna lock you in a cell
Inmates was gonna make you kuntnu
Fuck you talkin' 'bout?
They got you on GPS so they
Can find you and detain you
I was hopin' that you ward
I was relyin' on the angle
Chess aimin' at his hip, bang
His thighs gon' dangle
But, I'm aimin' at his bracelet
Yeah moni-tore (monitor) his ankle
They goin' to find the boy angel
I knew the plan when we landed
They booked it here to try to
Get this man an advantage cannon get slanted
Bring his whole family damage
Put Swamp people on the news
Not Animal Planet
Boy my lifestyle my bars, my energy is richer
Takin' a battle from you
Won't get me any bigger
Point blank, I ain't missin' me a nigga
I make sure that I connect to Swamp
It's the Mississippi River silly nigga
I find out where Tayshawn Paige live
Park, waitin' for him to come out
I stalk they crib
From the rooftop, bomb they wig
That's a sharpshooter on Shawn
Like Brett vs the Heartbreak Kid you dead
Blade to his neck, his head I'ma saw from him
Let it tear down ya face like
You choppin' a raw onion
I don't know who lead you wrong youngin
But the God summoned
And my AMG mode never had an off button
This fraud bluffin'
All of that hatin' don't solve nothin'
AR dumpin' chop through a tree Paul Bunyan
Start somethin', shit gon' end
With ya skull crushin'
I'll bring a shotgun to Swamp, we hog huntin'
I'ma dog cousin, 'til it's my time to stop
For tryin' Roc, you know what time it is
It's "Get Shot O'clock" llama's pop
I spotted the cat, like an ocelot
What you tryin' to box?
This long nose ain't Oswald Cobblepot
The body drop
Hit this man in the hat, his mandible crack
Put you in the same buildin'
Where the ambulance at
This cannon will clap, this man'll collapse
Or the blade choppin' through Swamp like the
Boat with the fan on the back
I'm standin' on that
You'll be standin' in a puddle of blood
I've come for the dub
I tried to show you nothin' but love
Now take this L and slug from a snub
Something go through Swamp
It fuck around and get stuck in some mud
I'm done with this scrub
I told him that this ain't
What he want from me
Battle rap is not a job, shit is fun to me
Fuck a scheme, angle, punch
It's 'bout a gun to me
(A gun is the only thing that
Get the job done for me) light bars nigga