URLtv, Yung Ill, Tsu Surf - Tsu Surf vs Yung Ill lyrics

First off Marlon
Your ain't my mans nigga how Goodz say it?
They got me battling a skateboard Vans nigga
Tsunami Surf through
The whole Lou' will get wet up
If I I I really sick
Them hollow tips like Vicks
Open that chest up
You that long hair pretty boy brother of
Chance type of real That bitch
With a lot of pubic hair in
Her pants type of ill, eEEWWW!
Wouldn't know what to do with a Desert
You ain't never got your heater on
And Nelly song the only time
You "Get your Eagle On"
In the mirror, boy shorts and a beater on
Lip gloss popping
Stanky legging to a Trina song
You make yo ass clap, I let make lead blam
Boy, I'll put yo head in a box like webcam


His little sister in the Chevy
Just face when she neck me no hands
In the hood we call her Bluetooth Becky
Spit that comedian shit
Tell me how you let your 'matic blow
But how you handle this 100 round
Chopper he couldn't handle a Calicoe?
We Mobb Deep, get our ride on
They get they hide on
Apple sweet, Ill wouldn't touch a iPhone
Everybody your homie and
Everybody your brother
I body them bodies nobody will
Be crying but your mother
Dwayne Wade, 3 from my Heat, a drop 30
This Mac all black, no joke it ain't Bernie
You a Ray J fan and a Aye Verb lover
Toughest nigga in Midwest is Aye Verb mother
Find out where he live, walking
Simply get to sparking
Them assumed he was really sick
Cause everybody in that bitch got the coffin
To coughing
If you a boss then send your team
And I'm a send back something to
Knock everything out of anything
Your songs a never sell
Your image will never blow up
I trip and put I I I in a bag like throw up
No braces, make him bite that steel
They find him in the freezer
I'll icepack I I I
Like a truck I breaker breaker with one nine
Then drum roll noise
It sound like a drum line hit his front line
Easy

I don't know who endorsed you
Got you feeling like you in now
See dick heads act hard when
Pussies let 'em in the
In-crowd First it was Goodz, ICE
And Arsonal after Lux, mook and Rex
Then Charlie Clips joined the orgy
Locking lips and bumping chests
It seems you don't gotta do a
Lot around hurr to get respect
But have one or two battles and
They gon’ label you a vet
Prime example how Tsunami Surf
This big ole' threat?
When you had two battles in a basement!
I'ma put in my application to
Get dick rode next see you a do-boy
A sideline second in command
To take orders and never spend
A second in command
I collect and shuffle grams
I'm a boss I get paid
For my investments in advance
Metal detector, no weapon in my hands
Walkie Talkie, give directions to my clan
Stomach shot, 10-4 that gun go pop in your
Mid section and your hands
For that butter I grab the toast and
Bang the Wesson til it jam
Surf gon’ get served this biscuit for
His green eggs and ham
I fuck with Jersey, of course
They dig my Flava Flay and I love New York
But you ain't real brother
So you'll never stand a Chance, man
I'll have your mother's only son
Robbed I clock in
You clock out it's a done job
My gun prob will put you square underwater
Spongebob so tell Squidward
That's Sig' burst or chainsaw take
A chunk of his legs
Hockey mask, Michael Myers
Halloween fill his pumpkin with lead
Shots pop at my target
Then my niggas will hop scotch on the caucus
A car battery
Cause you don't get buried you
Get jumped when you dead
He don't get that thogh
Butter my popcorn and kickback slow
Give 'em a break
I ain't bring no candy bars
For this Kit Kat hoe
Brought a fork and a steak knife
For a full course meal
Shit Smack this a big snack, a knick knack
Whoa ronald McDonald, let that Big Mac blow
Too many squares in your circle I'll put
Your whole circle in a square nigga
Tic Tac Toe whoa it's like a deck of
Cards when that drama start
Cause you'll get cut like SPADES for your
DIAMONDS coming out of the CLUB
You ain't got no HEART
I'm a ACE, fuck a KING
This JACKass just a QUEEN, fiend
If frat was Jack Black he'll take a hit on 17
The 9 blam, get a flesh wound
Cripple and let him lean
A blind man in a restroom
This some shit you never seen
That red beam will clear his team out shawty
That trigger spray
I don't Kid and Play BLOAH!
Sound like I'm calling Martin
Lawrence from House Party
And speaking of house party, no invitation
You gon’ see me ready to
"kick some fucking ass!" in that House Party
I'm Pee Wee

Boy you'll catch more shots than a Spalding
They might've found Nemo
But they'll never find Marlon
Ever, never find Marlon
Hit him where he starving i got um
They only thing I believed in
That last verse was "Yo" them rhymes bore me
Called up my St louis bitch
Like "What's the story?"
She said "With who? Marlon Bell?
He went to McClaude North One of
The sweetest schools in Missouri"
Not killer gorilla for realer I I I
Who cock back, dump it and hit
Um up with the steel, chill!
Everybody wild monkeys until that
Banana clip peel and the bars make me yawn
Your punchlines is exhausting
I was feeling a little ill too
Well I guess I found something for the coffin
Coughing you a 18 wheeler looking at a deer
Aye boo boo your looking at a bear
I will whoop this cushion, put him in a chair
Or Q-tip the little nigga and put in the air
Ear i tell Verb to his face, yo
Your lil mans a mutt, but he know
Cause he send him to the store for the Dutch
He get back and can't hit the blunt
You's a runner, for a runner
Sleeping bag the whole Lou
I'll turn that party to a slumber
Paul Wall this guy flashing his grill
And shout out to Nasir Jones when I
Put this 'matic to I I I
The chamber got one and the clips got 8 in
Michael Myers jumper with the mask
Off of Jason Lock
Pick his door eerrnn! stick my face in
The Terminator role
Knock the baby out the playpen
Cause, I am not a rapper, I am a slaughterer
Find the bitch who birth these
Foreigners and slaughter her
They find Hitman Holla mama
In Nevada and Marlon's (Marlins) in Florida
I flew to the Lou'
What happen to your burner peeps
And the murder heat?
White sand, clear water
This shit look like Myrtle Beach
If you ain't got about 100 choppers
A shot from Blanca
Un Kasa binoculars, Muhammad Ali's feet
The precision of a doctor
Strength of a ape, work ethic of a boxer
If your mother ain't Ms wallace
Or her name ain't Asata
My thought on this battle, Hakuna Matata
They probably think they Dipset
When they repping
Tech (texts) send a message
Boy will be ballin by himself like Sheppard
Cause, I let that gun blow, you hear that?
You about to have some company next show
Automatic sound clip when the mussel burst
With a shot like Ray
When he feeling like Shuttlesworth

Westside St louis, my old hood full of Bloods
Surf visit rocking all that blue Smurf stuff
You even smirk you get merked, what?
Y'all harmless, we hurt stuff
So trade that Magnum and that Magnum
For a Bible and church bus
That 9 bake, prom date, you first tux
Get hearsed up
A 40 cal, a 40 ounce, a purp dutch
A phone call in 40 seconds I
Can have everybody on Earth touched
So contact Jesus when I work up
Not 911, nigga that's gon’ get the
Ambulance shot, the doc knocked
The nurse cut
Hospital bed spread, tied around his head
Legs bones fractured and nerves crushed
That flatline go "doo doo-d000000p" and it's
"clear!" you got served up
Y'all from Jersey, well Jet, I'm
A Rams fan, what, that ain't worth much?
Well your bitch gon’ catch bullets too
Better warn her warner how I Kurt
Cut stuff
Verb told me practice, I say, rehearse what?
I heard Surf, he garbage, dirt, dust
His verse suck
He the worst slut, he cross dress
Leave his purse clutched
Drink semen from a straw and burp nut
I could work up and Surf gon’ get wet like
"Surf's up!" gnarly dude, Cowabunga
Power hunger put a coward under
SMACK! Who is this nigga?
Why y'all even dial my number?!
See I don't QUESTION MARKS
My EXCLAMATION pOINT
BLANK PERIOD I'm a semi holder
I tell Surf PAUSE like a COMMA
Then put two dots on 'em
Turn this nigga to a SEMICOLON
But that's more than a SIMILE
When I say HYPEN that mean DASH () Damon
What I'm aiming to leave his
Whole squad in parenthesis that's a casket
To all that pimp shit you
Talk about on the mic
About the bitches that you bone and pipe
You in love with your baby mama
Her real name is Symona Wright
Aye Symona! If you in the building text
My phone when you get home tonight!
She said "let me put the
Baby to sleep" I say, "I got you boo boo"
Shhhh! Shhh! get to boning like
Moaning nut like "ahh!"
Hit Symona like, nut
Drop the baby and then leave Smack her on her
Ass and don't text the bitch phone goodnight
Aye Surf in love with a stripper, he cuddle
Hug her and kiss her
I just fuck her and don't tip her
Bitch go on! I dismiss her
Now what's wrong with that picture?
I see Surf out with her i hit her up like
"What's good cunt? I'm trying to come get ya"
She say, "Uh uh, who's this?"
I say- nah, I don't say my name I
Put the phone down by my big dipper
She like "I I I?"
The bitch top me off so much she
Memorize the sound of my zipper
So do your block a favor
And tell 'em you are not a gator
In the kitchen chopping rocks with razors
Stop it playa

So Yung I I I got something to tell
He said fuck me? Well that's
What I do to Michelle
And that's his girl, I'm flying if I'm lying
It get hotter than a desert
When that llama blam
Fuck change punk, I'm a Osama fan
Sheryl Swoopes your idol, Marlon a Comets fan
Just a nigga-bitch that ball, Jwanna Mann
They say TsunamI don't got it all
Something sick in me
Cause the boy will catch enough bullets
To make the pro bowl, with Chris Henry
He get cinco form that ocho, Oh No!
Doc dot button up his top like polo
No gun, fuck it he getting jumped like pogo
His girl go down and stay down she a yo yo
Head game Fabolous, we call da bitch Loso
If your father been running all his
Life and he a reverend
Who that make you? Jo-Jo! Like you said
You don't get money you be starving
Aye Verb flunky, you a Little Man Marlon
Pull it down, outline get drew
Then they carry him
Throw his lil ass cross the
Field like a javelin
If he the TARGET, you can see a wall mark
(Wal-Mart) after I splatter himMaverick
Scorch him with that Sun type of heat
Shawn Marion i dare one of you St louis
Niggas try to ride on me
They gassed up I be cooking, I ride on E
Bang like KG, smother turkeys like gravy
Talking 'bout he kiss Verb
Cause Wayne kiss Baby
Big guns, lil guys I buck buck post 'em
Whole hole in his bread and for
Cream cheese I toast him
Surf just pop up yelling with them Glock up
One shot hit the hoody, rest tear the top up
Jersey

I talk to em before I whoop 'em
How your old man do
Shit you don't think fat meets greasy
Well I'ma show that's true
I tell him "go get that switch" he
Bitch or say "no can do"
Then it's on and he so damn fruit
Cause if I have to get my own I'm coming
Back whooping him on for old and new
Like "POW!" that's for hoping I lose
"POW!" that's for your daddy's
Sperm and every
Raggedy egg in your mom Fallopian tube
"BOW!" that's for being dark skin and dirty
Softer than Fergie Looking 18 going on 30
"BOW!" that's for being another phony
Rap goon Internet thug
That wouldn't get live in a chat room
"BOW!" his ass aching, his back ruined
He run into the kitchen hear is
Mama from the back room
Like "Leave my baby alone
You ain't have to do all that to 'em"
I turn this darn liar to bonfire
A match to 'em, bat to 'em, back shooting
Attack 'em and back bruise him
Take a 15 minute break shit
Chill and come back to him
Toss 'em on a train track and
Start hacking a axe through 'em
See y'all stunt
My niggas criminals and they all want it
And they all on it, so tell
Your Pitbulls, poodles and puppies
Your dogs on it
Your group of troopers gon’ get Debo'd on
Friday I'm Pops with that pooper scooper
Dog hunting
Any witness that said they saw something
I'ma SAW something
Turn Surf body to a large woman
Toss 'em in the highway
Rush hour and make 'em play
Dodge ball while cars coming
Y'all stunting for attention I
Don't pay y'all none
Til I retire on a pension and my pay off come
But with this Word War I'll
World War Adolf son german choppers
Napalm bombs and his face all numb
Visit his place
I'll come walk in that driveway unload
He gon’ swear I was the highway patrol
Them infrareds make this Glock look
Like a radar gun
But Tsunami act wet pussy, moist punani
I don't need a suitcase lawyer
With suit's to sue 'Nami'
He gon’ swear Martin and Gina
Friend had a twin
When I come with these two Tommy's
My mama saw my last battle
She said my speech was absurd
That foul language won't get you famous
Stop them 4 letter words
A bad mama- shut yo mouth
Don't blame it on me
A glad mother, no 4, I'ma do you in 3
See Surf ACT like he get worshiped like a GOD
But for that DOE i HIT my
DOG's and he'll get ROB'd
You can ASK your MOM who's your POP me
And advice to SON from DAD forget
RAP and get a JOB
My pockets gon’ spend that worst day large
Put some candles on my cake
My checks get signed like Birthday cards
I turn this battle to a party
Y'all can decorate the room i got the gift
Only thing we missing is the balloons
Get this nigga outta here man