URLtv, Tay Roc, Viixen The Assassin - Tay Roc vs. Viixen The Assassin lyrics

Two weeksthere's a lot of stress with this
I did this for y’all
Was even gon' mess with this win
Losei ain't even tryin’ to flex with this
But tonight, y'all gettin' Vicki
Victoria, Viixen The Assassin, my black side
My white side
I literally use mixed personalities
To Prep for this
Cause they testin' pens, I won't stop
A dome pop i told my shooters, "QP
Yung Ill", translation, "Smoke Roc (k) "
You dirty bitch! You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch!
You dirty bitch, I will knot yo' shit
First day of school outfit laid out
I couldn't wait to Roc (k) yo' shit
I’m not them two weeks and I still won’t
Give you a light win (d)
Or take it breezy on you
Boy that nigga body on top of yours
The only way I take it easy (Eazy) on you
We know the truth surf's a pussy
I don’t wanna hear none of that, "Cortez"
"short prep" or "family" shit
Cause Surf still be on Twitter
Spaces runnin' his mouth everyday
Surf you'se a bitch
Now Roc gotta die because of you
Bullets tear a leg or two
Knock his cerebellum loose
Shit went from "Surf on Twitter
Space" to Caution yellin'
"Give him space! Let the paramedics through!"
I’m the truth
You don't stand a chance with this
Blade so sharp, I can open up a can with this
Nah, brand new 9, modified
I can open up a man with this
Fresh, lemon, squeeze
I can open up a stand with this
Ya man get hit
These shots, you can share wit' ya crew
Tsu Surf's a baby
I was gon' do him terrible too (two)
That was for you
They don't need to hear that heater
Silence on the gun
They don't need to hear that either
I'm lethal, this what it cost to scheme
Headshot, it's gon' cost a dream
Take a lost to me, you gon' be off the scene
Pull the protection out with one hand
I'm Steve Harvey off Love Don't Cost A Thing
Yes, I'm pissed about that last match
But let's talk about this one
Or are you that wack?
If I was gonna carry you
They could've at least gave me for a backpack
Every word I say to you, my stock drop
I need NASDAQ
Next call I'ma ask for so much money
They can swipe it and get cash back
Who booked this?
I wanna take these moments to put
Him in the trash sack
If you reminiscing, I'm in the memory
I'm comin' to ya house to get the flashback
Shotgun, have you forgettin' every line
That you brought back
Cal Tech, yeah, with this hell I'm all that
All facts
I'm not the one you wanna try sucka
Glock sing a song, it's been dyin' to cover
This type of shootin'
They don't try at the Rucker the irony
Tsunami alive and you've gotta Wave
Goodbye to ya mother
I'm clutchin', clutchin' i'll up it, up it
What these kids say now-a days?
This shit bussin', bussin' (bustin', bustin')
Gun Titles? A buncha suckas
I'll put the pole at the end
Of Block he know the bus (t) is comin'
Chess a kid
I'll talk to him like I'm his fuckin' mother
Tsu Surf can suck my dick, he fuckin' duckin'
You took a picture of what you thought was
A womanturns out it was another brother
Tay like morning wood (Why?)
Cause Roc (k) hard, but he undercover
Y'all know how I'm comin'
He a girl dad, so I'm here on a mission
Every father's worst nightmare
His daughter lookin' up to a vixen (Viixen)
I'm cookin' this nigga, hibachi with it
Take some sake with it
Meanin' I Japanese shots, get a body lifted
He like, "Whatchu gon' do with that gun?"
Nigga catch a body with it!
I'm bulimic, I'll throw this up, then
(thin) body bitches I don't get it
You had a whole round about a woman's body
Well tonight, you can get killed with it
Y'all remember he talked
About O'fficial's shape
The whole time I'm the
One that's built different i'm not trippin'
You can stand there with
Your great tales 'til
Your family get the nigga in boxes hate mail
Great fail
I got a pine box for my biggest hater
You'll get a Hollow stupid
Like an intercom in a generator
I'm greatness
This gon' put you in a bad spot
I grab Glocks
Bullets sell out like black cops
Run down, where's the deposit?
Stay silent? The Mag' pop
Don't answer questions then get the Sig'
(cig') , good cop bad cop
Fag stop i told them I needed a fast op'
Not a pussy bitch who never
Fights but mouth run wild
Y'all know Pristavia, cut a man?
She's like the toughest and
Buffest in Gun Titles
Surf put her in the group
You started to cry and get crazy
Tay Roc was like, "No daddy Surf i thought I
Was Gun Titles first lady"
You are a worker, not the boss
My first op', was more up to my caliber
So don't ask me why I wanted Surf so bad
Of course this white woman wanna
Speak to the manager

Aye, I watched you snatch your
Respect and earn the spot
You get me instead of Surf
That's like goin' from earnin' a
Shot to earnin' a shot
I'ma leave this white girl
Stretched, stepped on, i'ma hurt her a lot
To whip me
This white girl gotta turn into Roc (k)
I spot the car she got
We tryin' to clap this white girl whip
Catch her in traffic and make
This white girl flip
You don't like none of this white girl shit?
She don't like none of this white girl shit
Regina Hall in Scary Movie 2 I'm
Prayin' that this white girl trip
I ain't got no chill, bitch don't get Roc
(k) ed for real this lil' white girl sayin'
"Catch me outside"
And find out how a doctor feel (Dr phil)
Disaster (Dizaster) gon' strike and she gon' see how Hoffa feel
She gon' end up with a, "Haha
I'm just jokin'" (k) not for real
Get shot and killed
At the courtroom, I'ma claim manslaughter
Two straps
Just me and my main man caught her
Gun to her face gun to her back
Bang cans on her
Yeah, that's a dick in her face
And a hit from the back, a train ran on her
Fam' warn her
I just gave the TEC a kickstand but fuck that
Machete go in her breast and get jammed
The blade poke her
Until her chest just expand
I go in and come out with a heart
(Hart) on my sleeve, like Bret The Hitman
Bitch, you ever been dead before?
It's gon' be slow motion skull fractured
Jaw wired, ya teeth, nose broken
You gon' see ghost floatin'
Fuck with Roc (k) , get cremated
And once this white girl's ash, she
(ashy) she won't need no lotion
What type of weed hoes smokin'?
Bitch, if Roc is in a jam
You gon' get hit with everything I
Got that's in the can'
Get Roc with the chop' that's in my hand
Before she falls she's standin' up shakin'
Like NLE Choppa when he dance aMG mode
This, what I'ma do to Viix
Ruthless shit, Ruger spit
Let it smoke in her mouth hookah tips
Ludicrous, how many shots she took? Numerous
RIP shirt, her body on a tee (T) crucifix
Shoot the bitch
This War Machine got a Marvel-ous sound
Strange scope on the Iron, Man
With my Vision I'm Hawk'ing her down
Doin' somethin' foul can
(Falcon) be the talk of the town
Her blood was Scarlet which
(Witch) made the police wander (Wanda) around
My Crip wit' me, you know that that cannon by
Low key (Loki) all she gon' see is a
Rag and Roc (Ragnarök) , then a hammer fly
The Assassin better be a samurai
A newer version
She gon' have to punch her way
Outta this casket like Uma Thurman
You see what I do in person
I'm who they should save you from
Two weeks ago, I wasn't
Even thinkin' 'bout you, let's make it fun
I'll raise a gun, bang a drum, deflate a lung
Bald head will knock your self conscious out
Ya body like The Ancient One
Bitch I ain't the one you playin' around
You gonna end up with nothin' but
A grave in the ground
At your funeral, it's sunny
Everybody wearin' shades in the crowd
They watchin' the soul of
(solar) you V raise (UV
Rays) through the clouds
I will catch Victoria steppin'
(Stephans) out, weapons out
Ransom note sent to Babs and
Debo with a set amount
Black 9, my silver one the brightest
I let 'em out
Have Vix' caught in the middle of devices
Spell it out somebody tell this bitch
"Level up or get leveled out"
I will untuck the arsenal
(Arsonal) and The Rebel out
I be at ya gravesite with a shovel out
On God, don't end up a bitch I
Gotta smack the devil out
This what the hell I'm 'bout
This broad is a goner teflon is the armor
Bitch you better have all of it on ya
Kick in ya door with all of my partners
Make it Fairly Odd for
Vicky, I brought Timmy, cosmo and Wanda
Pardon me, but this bitch funny comedy
You gotta get on ya knees and suck
My dick when you talk to me
You start wit' me
It's gon' be violins for Viixen
I got a very, violent, vendetta
And it's gon' start with V light bars
Gang shit

Battlin' me? Ya times up
Cause who the fuck ever line up get lined up
Y'all ever scroll on Facebook and it say
"Broadcast get interrupted on the live" bruh?
Exactly, one phone call and
I'm fuckin' niggas live's (lives) up
It won't be long before he gone
Clip viral Bing Bong
The casket? I'll put a Roc
(k) in that stain, like a Dream song
He wrong you battled Danny Myers and lost
That's a fact to the masses
Check the app if we askin'
But, you talked about his wife's
Addiction thinkin' that'll be classic
Do you believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do) and it's actually tragic
Cause you talked about Vicky smokin' Roc
(k) , then it actually happened new vendetta
We can do whateva i move Berettas
Shit like Space Jam I knew touchin' Roc
(k) would make my shootin' better
Nothin' you do is clever
A, B, C, 1, 2, 3 setups
Gun line, that's what Roc like
Geologist, I study, figured out Roc (k) type
38 on me, he'll lift, I'm the meanest bitch
His team'll split
Even his granny know the baby comin'
She dreamed of fish
I'm dope Roc (k) , they fiend for this
Spin the block, swing the stick
He said, "That's light"
I brought a beam with this
John John with Caution I creep with this
No John John with Caution I sleep with this
Roc (k) passed to make a point that's a mean assist
Left hook, lean his shit
Right hook a jaw-dropper like, "Damn bro
You seen that bitch?"
I got the cleanest hit's these hands tough
I pull up to his crib, he don't wanna fight
Pussy boy stand up
Like the police outside and
You wanted for murder
Come outside wit' yo' hands up
One hit, send 'em back he been a pack
Vision black nice hook, quicker jab
Left hand dominate
The right's ugly chicken scratch
Get in the bag
We catch Roc and robbin' his ass
The bar scene
Beat him 'til he fuckin' back in the days
(daze) , like an old fling
Run up in his crib, we need the whole thing
And then some
My niggas move in for nothin' low income
Big guns, revolver
Sign your life over at any second
But mines worse than a 360 dealit's a 357
No half steppin'
Drive-by, I won't play witchu
I'm slayin' you the window, a kid's court
I let 'em down when the baby shoot
I will tear you block down
Just for fuckin' fun
Bodies drop, but I'm not fuckin' done
This one empty, I pull another gun
Shit like Jenga
If yo' block don't fall when I
Pull this I pull another one
Is you fuckin' dumb? You are a bummy bitch
Time was up, I was done with this
But then I started laughin' again
Cause a man talkin' about a woman's
Body is some funny shit
Yes, I'm a mom body bitch
A foo foo body bitch a MILF body bitch
I got kids body bitch
Big stomach, bigger ass
Small tit's body bitch
This the body of a bitch
That you could never get
You talk about women's bodies when
Your woman's body's sick that's crazy
This kangaroo pouch is why I carry the baby
I'm not playin'
Comprende? Knock his noodles in
I don't dictate
Punch after punch after punch
I'm not stoppin' blood everywhere
How the fuck I get Roc
(k) on my hand before Caution
Body after body after body with the same lead
If you still alive when I'm done shootin'
You better act like you know and play dead
Pussy!

Aye, she just
She just said somethin' about my girl
Stop playin' wit' me
Bitch, you got three kids, three baby dads
Started three different families
Now she was talkin' 'bout Caution
So let get somethin' out
I don't wanna hear shit from
A bitch that fucked Norbes
Keep my wife name out ya fuckin' mouth!
Before you got that woman's belt
You ain't had much of a voice
Never thought I would have to kill you
But now I ain't got much of a choice
You rappin' 'bout heavy guns
What the fuck is the point?
You not VaporRub so I can't see Vix'
(Vicks) handlin' muscular joints
Aye, you ain't believe last round then maybe
This one will want to make you
I ain't come to talk fake shit
I don't know 'bout you
Fuck an angle, real shit
A lot of these niggas would love to date you
Guys in the crowd start saying "facts!"
Y'all horny niggas is weird

Aye, real shit
A lot of these niggas would love to date you
And I would cuff you, to a bed
And suffocate you
Niggas do the grimiest shit
Like on Power over victoria, headshot
Like Gloria and she died in the whip
See, BI, you should start mindin' ya shit
Like Egan beefin' with the Flames in Chicago
I'll put the Tommy on Vic'
Nah, all jokes aside, this
White girl be blackin', right?
This white girl be actin' black
I'm like, "Why she ain't actin' white?"
Then come to find out you
Ain't just a white girl, you black and white
Half is black and half is
White like the acolyte
I hit my plug up, codeword: "Vixen"
That's for a half a white
Scratch that, you thought it was this
But it ain't that tonight
You gon' have to fight
My mind ain't actin' right
Almost 400 years ago
Just picture what that was like
You would've been a master's wife
I would've been like a slave i ain't racist
I can just talk about you
Bein' white for days
You are as white as rage white as mayo
White as Abe you are white as bread
White as milk, rice and eggs in ya kitchen
You ain't got no seasoning and spices saved
You coat your chicken in flour
And fry itin the microwave
Scratch that, the demon's out
Go light the sage i got psycho ways
I'll strangle this bitch with a micro braids
I'm in that type of phase
And glad that I'm able
For rappin' I'm grateful
You bein' half white
That ain't even half my angle
Picture you cookin' food that sat at my table
Yuck, I'll pick it up and put
That dish in the front yard
Now it's satellite cable played you
White girl bars is somethin'
You gotta deal with
It don't matter how much you try
Deny bein' white you still mixed
Fuck what Vix' thinks
It look like you sniff paint
And if you thirsty
I'll piss in a cup and make this mix drink
Get ya shit straight
This bitch stink like a fish tank big shank
But this for that bitch that claim big ape
I grip a blade and start severing Hustle
Chop her the fuck up cause I'd be
Better off in life with several hustles
So tell her it's trouble
I want her to know, I'm runnin' the show
Plus she got help, everybody in that group
They Hustle & Flow
But back to Viixen, I'm uppin' the pole
Rifle clap
Put somebody that's white and black
On a shirt like NWO i'm done with this hoe
I will wake you up out ya
Sleep while you in bed whip out like
"Use ya mouth or eat through a tube instead"
Like, "You gon' lose all ya teeth if you
Don't suck my dick choose ya meds
You got two choices Viixen it's
Either eat soup or head (Superhead) "
You is dead
Right about now, cause the time right
I got a green inf' beam
I'ma let you have the limelight
Bitch, get ya mind right
Or the 9 might take Victoria head off
Her neck like Edward in Twilight
Bullets in ya highlights
Send you to the skylights
Bitch, this better be the best we
Ever heard you rhyme like
Y'all put Viixen The Assassin vs
A diamond that shine bright
Just to see V vs roc
(k) , my quality high price
Stay put, move wrong
Get hit with a straight hook
7-6-2, I'll knock down somethin'
That's 8 foot aye look
It's gon' burn where ever the blade put
Once I hack her (hacker)
It's bigger worries than gettin' ya page took
Look at how her face look
Bitch we don't play games
Show up where this lame hang
All she hear is "gang gang" straight pain
Pistol whip her
So blood from her face drains
'Til it's flood in her face
I don't want a plain Jane respectable
You put in work, I can't discredit you
Get skeptical, metal blew
Split this bitch head in two get medical
If she survive, that's incredible
She'll be brain-dead but live
As a mixed vegetable
Bitch, you gon' get did terrible if
You try fuck wit' me
Battle rap is not a job to me
This 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

I'm black and white
But they only criticize the white girl in it
That's cool, I'll take the white girl image
Danika Patrick
Y'all done got a white girl driven
And since this a murder scene
Y'all 'bout to see a white girl trippin'
You goin' up in smoke
Soon as I let the steel flare
Big arms, like Terry Crews, that I will air
Spine shot
Got him runnin' from a white chick yeah
Cause once I black
You gon' need a wheelchair
Calicoe pops was 'bout to beat yo' ass
That's facts Tay
If you see him in the venue, go that way
But that explains the way you rap
The way you rap Tay to you
I'm gonna always just be a
White girl in the culture
Cause you scared to say
Anything about Black Face
I'ma rob this nigga blind, no fakin'
Run up in his crib, it's so spacious
But easy to get into cause he low maintenance
Couldn't pass on hittin' this joint
That's fuckin' up the rotation
Any problem the Eagle come out
His soul raising
I'm talkin' so much Desert heat
You gon' be lookin' for an oasis
I'm not basic i came here to kill
What's yo' plan Roc?
Heavy metal, bangin' wit' drums
Give me yo' bands Roc (k)
Or maybe you're a reggae fan
You're in a Jam Roc (k)
Dee Brown I ain't even gotta look to slam Roc
(k) damn Roc, everything you do is strange
Dot Mobb, Cave, Gun Titles
You be movin' gangs
You was wearin' contactswe was
Watchin' ya pupils change
The aim gon' change his range
The range gon' change the bang
The bang gon' change his frame
The frame- bro yo' bitch ugly
As hell my nigga
I bitch your bitch is just alll
You like battle rap bitches? With gun lines?
Bitches with bars?
It's not a problem she a battle rapper
It's the fact that she fuckin' sucks
For you to be so top tier and your
Lady is that bad is fuckin' up
You don't spar wit' her? Give her advice?
Nothin'? I can't believe you
When you say you don't write for her
We believe you i hate when Caution be like
"I don't even let Roc hear my rounds"
Bitch you NEED TO!
I battled Caution ten years ago
I done passed her in rank and pay
Ain't it ironic sis'
I'm a top, you a bottom, and ya man gay
Hey Tay Tay
Nigga, I bet ya favorite round is a glizzy
Your favorite cake is a Ding Dong
Your favorite fruit is a banana
Your favorite donut is a Long John
Your favorite vegetable is an eggplant
Your favorite basketball player is Rudy Gay
Your favorite line is
"I didn't come to play i came to slay"
I'ma keep it goin'
Your favorite sport is hacky sack
Your favorite movie is The Nut Cracker
John John started on GrindTime
I bet he's your favorite battle rapper
Your favorite place to travel is Thailand
Yeah Bangkok
Your favorite part of New Year's Eve
Is when the ball's drop i'ma keep it goin'
Then you date Caution to
Make yourself look straight
That's non-sense when your favorite actor is
Dwayne "Rock" Johnson
Ya favorite movie? I couldn't
Think of nothin' but (t) Holes
They like, "I believe her"
You called Surf the quarterback
I guess that makes you the wide receiver
Listen people
I don't wanna hear nothin' about
Overused angles when bitches
Still take pictures with they
Butt on the sink
The truth is setting you free
J2 opened doors for you to
Be who you wanna be why are you afraid to?
And we call him "Gay Roc"
What that make you?
If we call him "Gay Roc"
I'ma call you "Tay2"
Be you, why is it something you wanna reject?
I'm bi racial, you bi-sexual
We both got parts of us
That people don't wanna accept
Body after body after body with the same lead
If you still alive when I'm done shootin'
You better act like you know and play dead
So y'all can go and find another vixen
That think she fuckin' with me
But make sure that she's sugar-free
Cause these bitches sweet

Viixen tries to kiss Tay Roc on the cheek
I ain't come with white girl bars
And mix flips all three y'all
She ain't even smart, peep y'all
If I was her I would've rebuttaled like
"I'm half white half black
It's nothin' for me to put
A "nigga" in the ER" i told Beas'
"Give me that money Surf ain't want
And in two weeks it's lit"
Surf turned it down cause he ain't want you
And me? I ain't even pick
Shit to easy Viix', you an easy vic'
Don't even matter, me, Surf, Chess, shit
You could've been Eazy vic'
You piece of shit
I will beat the shit out ya fraud ass
Swing and make sure I target the cheek
Saw mask
Break every bone in ya face, ya jaw glass
Headshot, wreck ya Crown Vic'toria- car crash
Ya ceiling get popped
I thought you knew you was dealin' with Roc
Concealing a Glock
Whoever try to be a hero get shot
Catch you with ya kids enjoying
A meal in ya spot vivica Fox in Kill Bill I
Shoot through the cereal box
The Cheerios drop
Big semi, I keep that bitch with me
Leave her eyes closed
Put the wide nose on Miss Piggy
Viixen gon' die if she trippin'
Bitch hit me, like I'm tryin' to get
Your undivided attention stick wit' me
30 click wit' me let shit get tricky
For a bag of chips I'll shoot up every house
And won't miss Vicky
I'll have forensics out tryin'
To trace this 50
Breakin' weed up on the album
That's when the case gets sticky
I'll hit Vicky
She'll take a long nap where she fall at
Ball bat to ya ball cap
Suck my ball sack, sweat and all that
Wrong move gon' get this broad clapped
We brought guns to the fight
Hope you came to the brawl (bra) strapped
Draw that caught her once, bang
Caught her twice, bang
The third one? Tried to cut off her lights
But none went through, hey stuck
Lodged in tight in surgery
Docs gotta cut open V like the jaws of life
I took God advice cause's He's genius as shit
"Viixen" start with "V" and you know in
Hood lingo, "V" is a vehicle, whip
Drive her up in the mountains
Then the vehicle flip
Rest in peace Left Eye, I push V off a cliff
Who gassed V up? She more like a hooptie
You gon' need some work
If I drop my location and you pull up on me
You'll see the worst
If I see headlights from a car
I don't know this heat'll burst
Make it dark, bullets break lights
I bet V reverse she leavin' Earth
You should've Dodged me
With a shotgun I challenge her
(Challenger) and let somethin' Super Charge V
They gon' put me in a cell
That's four by ten think it's a game
I'll give V Bucks and she gon'
Need a new Fortnite skin
Y'all peep the buildup? I'm levels above V
She ain't got the heart
(Hart) but they gas you to be a level above E
As far as C3, you ain't above C (sea) level
And I already left everything
Leveled above sea
If you came to rap, don't rap for them
Bitch rap for me
I'll make an Accura cause an
Accident with the accuracy
I'ma grab her, gag her
Then grip the gauge gradually
Nah, she gon' see ARs
(CARs) , then it's a wrap for V
She asked for me
She should've known she in war
Armed with Hammers
These baldheads ain't gon' clean the floor
50 cal, you never seen before
Desert Eagle, put this triangle on V
Look like a Ouija Board
If you don't understand, just play it cool
If I got a racket, the next
Time I talk to you
It's gon' look like I'm playin' pool
I raise the tool
Have bullets Blitzen when they shoot off
Red beam in front of Viixen
Look like Rudolph
Gatling gun, several attachments
Handle on the side i shoot it and it look
Like I'm pedaling backwards
They gotta cremate the body
There's no head for the casket
The next time you'll see Viixen
(Vicks in) a medicine cabinet
It's gon' be hell
I got 30 shots for this female
I give V6 if V8 (ate) that then give V12
I'ma need bail from clappin' this Ruger
Hollow tips crack ya medulla
Send V flyin' back to the future
I'll actually shoot ya
Put you right in the place
Where you need to be
Two weeks was too easy to write
For you to keep it G
I don't care who in ya inbox
Them niggas ain't even me
I've been in Maryland all my life
And I ain't never DM'd V (DMV)
You was never beatin' me
Bitch! Still niggas lyin'
Tell her like I told the others
I don't feel niggas rhymes
Who she foolin' with them
Steel grippin' lines?