(*Bill Collector calls tails, the coin is flipped, Bill snaps his fingers and points toâ
J-Pro,â
letting him goâ
first*)
[Round 1: J-Pro]
Whatâs up, Bill? Whatâs up, homie?â
(Whatâs goinâ on?)
You shoulda done that shit when Hitman pushed up on you
Yo, gimme room, akh...or feel the room rock!
Iâm Ong-Bak
Iâll turn Billy Collector to Billy Boondocks!
Then moonwalk, style on him the Cali way
With pure class Iâll school Bill like Sallie Mae
I told Avoâ, âGimme somethinâ I can killâ
And he gave me you, and how the fuck Iâm âposed to feel?
But Iâm a Hitman, they Holla, Iâm lumpinâ up his grill
I came to show out (Showwoutt) and land the best punches on the Bill!
Steel knuckles
I came to body Bill (bodybuild) without Milk Muscle
Avocado ainât shit, he got lilâ muscles
Iâll let it ring 11 times if Bill rustle (Russell)
Wrestle...thatâs a stretch: ancient yogi
You wouldnât fire TECs (text) witâ a flame emoji
Flame emoji bars, the TECs (text) firinâ
After the first draft, I OD: Len Bias
Yâall were into Bill when he was ex-citinâ
M. Bison, jet slidinâ
First-class PG on the jet flyinâ
But now Billâs coach: Rex Ryan!
Speakinâ on Rex...didnât you have beef witâ Randyâs brother?
You and K-Shine were gonâ scrap each other?
Bro, you got pumped by a tranny-lover
(Yeah, you did)
You got pumped by a tranny-lover
Over a Lethal Weapon like Danny Glover
Right?...You didnât? I thought you did, bro
Youâre a cheap-ass mothafucka
You ainât worthy of the skill
This a minimum payment: Iâm droppinâ 30 on the Bill
Yeah, but you broke, bro
You ainât got a pot to piss in
Suge hit his pockets like âPac in prison
So all that gun talk is just contradiction
Itâs time to pay, Bill - dyinâ is the cost of livinâ
[Round 1: Bill Collector]
Itâs Bill, ainât even no need to be rehearsinâ this shit
Iâm droppinâ bars while these n***as talkinâ personal shit
Thank God that gun didnât shoot, the case faded
Showwoutt knocked me out? Salute, n***a - we made it!
Fuck the swag, I get straight to the gristle
This body ugly, no New Orleans, Iâmma make it official (Oâfficial)
Pull his flag, he first down for interferinâ witâ missiles
That Sports Illustrated special weapons edition
See, itâs a bounty on your head, and I accepted the mission
Try to play them Hunger Games when you step in my District
Iâm in your house, Iâm witâ the .8, and now your section is missinâ!
BLAOW! On Beast Mode
Rappinâ witâ the cheat code
He Shaq from the long-range, Iâm Curry from the free-throw
Pro, I am P.O.d
You think you hot as me, bro?
Itâs clear that he bes (Beasâ) on SMACK - no Cheeko
You battle Bill Collector, so itâs moâ dough? No, Pro
Youâd probâly be the first person viewed when I go pro (GoPro)
In the field, stars all on me: Iâm Tone Romo
Pretty gay to see J-Pro losinâ at home - oh! (homo)
Whoa, lemme switchinâ it up
Your girlfriend put my dick in a cup, she called it âPenis Coladaâ
69, she got the sweetest vagina
I use my stick to beat her candy, all I see is piñatas
Monster truck in my lane, all I see is Miyatas
They was all sleepinâ on me, all I seen was pajamas
âTil I heated up the room and all we seen was the saunas
Ainât no battle, bitch! We usinâ you to feed the piranhas!
Chef Bill Collector, he stay cookinâ without oil
Thatâs fire!
The flow water, it douse on you
(*Bill loses his place for a second*)
The flow water, it douse on you
One crock to your pot, leave your scalp boiled
I wrap my beef up witâ metal - donât get your house foiledâŠ
Go âhead
[Round 2: J-Pro]
Yo- thatâs fire!?
Why yâall cheerinâ!? That round was shit!
Youâre a mark, Bill - now letâs see if these counters fit (counterfeit)
They gave me a dude witâ no bars, just a silly dance
After all that Tae Bo, Billy blanks!
You choke every fuckinâ battle, and still he ranks?
For a band, Iâll put him in the Roots: itâs a Philly thang
But you from Norristown, thatâs where your roots be?
I bet things fell apart from that two-piece
Iâll go to your city, Iâm a true G
Iâll run through Norristown kickinâ ass like Bruce Lee
One-inch punch and never lost a finger
Iâll body Bill (bodybuild) in California like Schwarzenegger
Avocado got the guns, I flex the trigger
You donât know who youâre fuckinâ witâ: sex on Tinder
I swing a couple, extra bangers
You wonât see the contact: textinâ strangers
Have you seeinâ stars: Texas Ranger
I got crazy hands...extra fingers!
(âSup, man?)
So tonight you get...cut witâ knives!
Hit witâ...rusty pipes!
Hung from...dusty lights!
Look at you...I got this boy caught (boycott) in the Bunker like a hunger strike!
You ainât hungry, Iâm a bear on the huntinâ
You try to throw punches on me? Iâll parry for nothinâ
Iâll rearrange Billâs face for a 20 like Harriet Tubman
The undergroundâs where I place my home
I been lyinâ underground like ancient Rome
Waitinâ for the day that I can break some bones
Now Iâm dragginâ (dragon) Collector: this the Game of Thrones!
So whatâs a full dragon to lilâ heat?
All I do is train and brawl (training bra) like titty crease
We can brawl outside in the city streets
Youâll get killed by the Bunker like prison beef
Thatâs bars, I do dirt: field inspector
Keep shootinâ: film director
Iâll let it ring âtil he gets the message...heâs a Bill Collector!
[Round 2: Bill Collector]
J-Pro...is he white, Mexican, or alfredo?
âTrick or treat!â
Fuck you sâposed to be, J. Lo without the day glow?
You like the neglectful parent of Dora the Explorer and Diego
You probâly eat taco meat...on a bagelâŠ
Red beans and rice...witâ ya EggosâŠ
7:30 salsa class
âI need a one dance...one more time âfore I goâ
Then your wife does her kegels
Chi-Chi, get the yayo
You got a voice like...Macho Man Randy Savage, if he was a candy faggot
Speakinâ of candy faggot...word is youâse a nose candy addict
Yeah, well, let you owe me for some nose candy, addict
.44 Bulldog, one from the nose can the addict
BLAOW! Bill too cool...check his wind chill
I breeze by, necks turninâ like windmills
The .40 hit your tire, break your windshield
The .50 turn your Honda to a Big Wheel
Let Real know the deal, boy, I been realer
Fuck a scheme - witâ these punches, Iâd chin Chilla
Ty Law a clone fraud, I donât fuckinâ like you
Danny Myers, come and meet your uncle Michael
Hold on, lemme talk to Daylyt
Took my shit and ran witâ it
But wonât get in the ring and see the man witâ it
Now you the man witâ it
Damn, n***a
You supposed to be my damn n***a!
But instead you runninâ âround actinâ like some type of damn n***a!
Now I see why the white people donât wanna sit down and build they plans witâ us
...Damn, go âhead, man
[Round 3: J-Pro]
YoâŠ
This worse than when Shotgun played you and you just stood there lookinâ painful
Shook, disgraceful
You remind me of Roberto DurĂĄn the way he played you
âCause you were in the ring screaminâ âÂĄNo mĂĄs!â when Suge erased you
Then you beef with Beasley, isnât it true?
After he called your P.O. and let you sleep in his room
You try to get airtime and minimal views
This dumbass fought witâ Beasâ (bees) like Winnie-the-Pooh
Winnie-the-Pooh bars, bitch
Then you beef with Smack, you stupid, famâ
You be burninâ more bridges than the Koopa Klan
Now you on King of the Dot, you Superman
âTil I scream (ice cream) in your face...Gucci Mane
Shout out to Battle Rap Chris, my ghostwriter (*chuckles*)
Didnât you beef with Rosenberg?
Arenât you and Raw brethren?
Right? (Nah)
He stepped up to you, heâs like 4â11â
And you gave Rosie more space than George Jetson?
Hanna-Barbera bars
And you beef witâ Traphouse like they owed you drugs?
[Bill Collector]
Thatâs my league
[J-Pro]
Oh, thatâs your league?
Well, why were you airinâ âem out like they owed you drugs?
Then you tried to work out in the Trap like shoulder shrugs
Donât you get it, Eric? Youâre embarrassinâ
Youâre always airinâ shit, and itâs errinâ shit
Itâs errant shit
Itâs apparent you grew up parentless
But this is what happens when AngryFan is your therapist!
You go on AngryFan, coked out, hypinâ - bravo!
Repeatinâ lines off the yay (âYe) like Life of Pablo
You got the burner, we know you got the burner
âTil you burned every bridge you ever crossed witâ the burner
Tried to burn SMACK, got tossed in the furnace
Now you roll to King of the Dot, that donât concern us
Thatâs my third round, bro
You can take it how you want it
You came witâ a dirty BCO shirt, homie, you done fronted-
(*laughs*) Man, fuck it - that shitâs tight?
[Bill Collector]
Tight as shit
[J-Pro]
I can go on, et cetera and furthermore
But I gotta get the fuck up outta here and work the door
Fuck outta here
[Round 3: Bill Collector]
OK, OK, OK, I choked, itâs hot as shit
Bill battles anybody anywhere
Yeah, Iâm on tour, dummy
The only n***a to diss URL branched off and made more money
Go âhead and try to front like Iâm not, Pro, when you just revealed that youâre payinâ me outta your money
My mama smoked weed, I am not a crack baby
But knew some crack babies that can get you cracked, baby
I can front it to you if you quick witâ that, baby
Grab a rock and roll and bring a nickel back, baby
Bishop Bill Boss Don, Pro - kiss the damn ring
Claim you cookinâ coke up, you donât do a damn thing
Boy, Iâll pull that damn thing, Pro gonâ pull a hamstring
Click-a-clack! Boom-blam-bling!
He move back semi-handspring!
WOO! Back to cookinâ up them tan things
WOO! Smokers callinâ witâ the man dings
WOO! No, Iâm serious, homes
They take a hit from the âWOO!â or get a serious (Serius) Jones!
The fofoâ kick, dojo shit
Thatâll make your Rev run and lilâ Jojo split
See, thatâs Rev Runâs son since you donât know shit
I handle bars witâ a bounce: thatâs a pogo stick
See, the choke was just enough rope to give this- for this man to hang himself for sleepinâ on me
Thatâs some yo-yo shit
Bill Collector hit them trees: Sonny Bono shit
My archer hit you for free: pro bono shit
What, I gotta bring that back on some slo-mo shit?
My archer hit you for free, Pro, bow - no shit
BLAH! Fuckinâ witâ me? Nah, nope
Fuckinâ witâ me? Never, naw
Bill that lame, we know...nobody remembers yâall
Man, Iâm about to throw the fuck up
(*Bill burps loudly*)
Fuckinâ witâ me? Never, naw
Bill that lame, we know...nobody remembers yâall
Check my shine, no gas, bitch, I been a star
Rap until my voice half-hoarse (horse): I go minotaur
Paint a horror film, the plot prolly end us all
Man, Iâm cuttinâ up - the plot probâly end of Saw
Watch your post, mark, âfore you get stamped
Iâm the delivery champ
Anything you fly out wrong gonâ get returned to sender
No, no, no, I will deliver you, champ
When them things fly out, Lord - youâll get returned to sender
My dumb n***a best friends witâ the metal - hold up, thatâs Fry and Bender
Futurama, your baby mama best friends witâ the Devil
Iâll roll up, fry, and bend her
What, you mad? You wanna mix?
Want me to supply a blender?
All over a bitch...who was feelinâ my mix...so I supply and blend her?
Man, the way I pop and peel (pill) on these bitches, Bill Cosby told me to buy a sweater
See, Pro...you had some lines
I choked and I had some lines, but mine were better
If you steal your grind, you could probâly see my shine around...2000-Never
Itâs Devil Bar Bill, Devil Tier Bill
If he donât got a soul, you could never Kill Bill
He hot, I got the stones to get you rocked
You lookinâ at the newest n***a on King of the Dot