[Round 1: O-Red]
A fan hit me up and said "Red, I heard you got Bigg K
Do what you do
But you know nameflips, personals, that white angle, that shit is so predictable
In the words of my favourite politician I said "you know what, you right... I'ma scrap all that shit
Y'all know y'all got me fucked up
Nameflips, personals, white angles, n***a I brought all that shit
Welcome back Ooops
Straight out of the gate, I give you a round, cracka
And it won't be a Ritz
Get a back of the head BOW!
I could Ginóbili your shit
Or just come across with the rounds, like a rosary bitch
New .40, this shit rarer than a Kobe assist
I tell K he ain't a shooter, he get defensive like "nah, nah, I got a joint"
LeBron James bringing a ball up: that's not the point
You pussy, a coward slime
You seen me devour Shine?
Showoff thought this shit was a game too, til he caught that Bowser line
For you, it's electrical tape on the mag handle [?]
Open tops and cook brains, the strap Hannibal
I stick it in your bitch pussy after the mag damage you
Revolver spinning bust through the box: Crash Bandicoot
Speaking of your bitch I got ratchets too
I'm a lady lover
Raise 'em then I watch 'em throw bullets like Tom Brady mother
Glock 17, Glock 18 and an .80 tucker
Walking round with a baby K like your baby mother
I said I snatch him out the whip
One witness was like that sucker Rome
(What that mean?)
He recorded the jack on his fuckin' phone
I up the chrome and your upper dome
Leave your upper gone
2 2 3's, I'm in the double zone
Givin' Kenneth the beam
Neck BOW, Kenneth a lean
Drum clip, I got a 50 shot, Kenneth Supreme
Kenneth a bleed
Tre pound hit his nugget, his brains is in the car
Now all of y'all was thinking Kenneth Faried
Speaking of 'ried, I don't feel he a threat
Let this man know
I can fight I go Psycho T with the hands bro
Fuck letting the cans go
A [punches palm] a have you walking out with K over the shoulder like Reed when he think he Rambo
Try me
Shit pop, I pull a heckler out the jeans
Tell the cameraman don't move
Let the weapon rock his team
Put his melon by the thing
BOW!
Watch those viewers be iPhone users:
A cracka be on everybody's screen
I'm mean!
For you fans in the building, I keep a pound tucked
Kenneth style suck
Please don't be on this clown nuts
Y'all react to his shit like it's wild tough
I get riled up
Massacre 3: Red lighting the whole crowd up
What you say, getting jiggy with it right?
Fuck it, I said
[O-Red goes into his translation]
Now let me guess, that was trash, that was garbage
Well stand patient, it gets better with a motherfuckin' translation
I said, me, Nice, Spee, 3-deep in a old Volvo
One n***a bring two, nah: O-Solo
Just me and a pair ratchets, both a bang homo
Two pounds in an Irish face like Notre Dame logo
Well that shit sound like Will Smith Getting Jiggy with it right?
Bow! The whole chamber smoking like Joe Frazier
Close range a turn a top tier rapper to a no namer
I could body you
Or rock those strangers with both bangers
Headshot! He clearly the best choice, a no brainer
[ARP calls time on O-Red]
[Round 2: O-Red]
When Bigg K rap he act like him and his family tough
Like, like, like, like they be slammied up
"We in Red hood with the choppers and he ran from us"
Wigga please
If it's white boys in Jersey with sticks out, the only thing they chasing is a Stanley cup
You soft trying to [?] with a boss
Wait a dream
Me taking a white boy loss?
I'd seen stranger things
That House Party 3 shit versus Show
Amazing scheme
Now I'm back to get this ex-con K the ring
BOW!
I'm a star K
I'm nice with the bars K
The shit you spitting below butter, you subpar K
You throwing punches but they ain't haymakers
Your weak ass, when he spaz it's female head wrapping, he jab
I muzzle him, you won't hear shit when that Uzi bang
That silencer, make it sound like a hit song... from Pootie Tang
I said stupid range
ARP you truly lame
You really thought this bitch K or the n***a who with em was gone be Gucci Mane?
Negative
I said negative
I follow a subject like a predicate
Let it rip
Peel and sleep him just like a sedative
House of Hoops: hella kicks
Cop a rounds
Stretch a snitch
[?] a penny for your thoughts when the 11 [?]
I'm riding in the Marcia Lago, that bitch hella sick
Trunk in the front, shorty remind me of an elephant
Know what, let me get back to the battle cause that's irrelevant
BOW! Turn K into one line with a lesser dent
Sheesh!
Oh I'm on my shit today
Oh y'all ain't get it ay?
One line with a lesser dent?
That mean I'm splitting K
A close range Smith N Wesson 500 round
Leave half of K on the ground, I'm putting 500 down
Fuck is you talking 'bout
Jersey, n***a
[Round 3: O-Red]
In the trailer, you said "Red, bring your best white jokes"
My bad, you are the best white joke
You got a salmonella face
But you be rapping 'bout letting hammers off
You look like a 29-year-old Santa Claus
I get why they amp your bars, but personally I don't F with you
You Wile E. Coyote, there's no respect for you
You fell in the fuckin' trap, and it wasn't even set for you
Tryna prove you wild and strapped with a Cal
Your a fuckin' white man in America, smile
They say that white angle overused right?
Cool, let's switch the zone
Fuck your pigmentation, I'll talk to you in a different tone
Why your fans thinking you ride bro?
Like really why though?
Is it cause they don't know what happened in Chicago?
I was there, don't lie bro
Y'all wanna hear it
All facts on Lord Red
Long story short, Math Hoffa felt like a few of your rhymes was outta line and grabbed you up by your - it was a white collar crime
He was explaining himself moving his arms likewise
And Hoffa said "Bro, bro, just put your hands by your side"
You did it
On everything I love, you did it
And the look in your eyes said "I ain't beefing"
You dropped your arms quicker than dude who told Ace "I ain't eatin'"
Went from gansta to a redbone bitch
It was kinda pleasin' to see Hoffa tweaking your [?] in [?]
But ey, K a lame
He ain't out here letting them bangers bang
Shit just sound slick, you should change your name to Dana Dane
You act savage and get the MAC faggot: Jangalang
BOW! Spin K like the deaf dude in Major Payne
We ain't the same
You in love with them Nike jogger sweats
I got a fetish for a whole 'nother kinda TECS
My hand lift, can rip, then I'm kidnapping that man bitch
I tied girlie up in the and the back [?] on some Ram shit
I can't pick
Which handgun should I use to off 'em
Had the bulldog barking or the ACP talking
They remind me of the last 2 presidents in office
Cause the .44 great but the .45 retarted
I said a close bow a leave his wig rocked
I push a Caucasian like I just hit Tez with a rim shot
His lid drop
Then I let the 9 redo the hit Kidz Bop
When I burn down on his op, just think the logo for King Of The Dot:
Any gun I have or may pull, leaving K in the box
It's crazy, murdering you and Shine with the same Glock
I got a 2K19, a year before it dropped
I hit his block, this white boy was Sean William Scott
Meaning during the rundown he was on scene with the rock
Through the tints, I'm sending shots
Juwanna Mann on the fastbreak, glass break, after the bang the wigger drop
Yes, that's a double entendre
You get it ach?
Cause the wig a drop
And you white, trying to be black, so that mean the wigger drop
All you other lames, who thinking you in my lane
Tell your favourite league to book it and we can bang
O-Red don't duck nothin' in this motherfuckin' day
I [?] in the Bullpen
My name is my name!