[Round 1: Mr. Biscuit]
Don't we all got one friend named King Moneyy at this rate?
And don't they all got high school hustles like dirt weed and mixtapes!?
Ain't they proud to be in jail!?
Got they cell block tatted on they arm sleeve
Don't they ask to borrow what you don't wanna loan (want alone) like the car keys!?
Rappers named Moneyy be broke...the façade ain't slick
He prob'ly got a daughter named Mercedes and a car named Vic
He forgot it's the West turn (Western)? This a John Wayne flick
So if I ain't picked, the platform stupid like Kanye kicks!
If King Moneyy put his hands up, I'll flatten him early
Come get burned by the right like a Kaepernick jersey!
You got a pistol, right? He'll brandish it early
His gun so fake, if I put my hand to the birdie
The barrel'll bend backwards for me like a family attorney
I'm outstandin'!
If I could put the time on the scale where I'd dead you frauds
I could probably weigh the (wait a) year in pounds like a rescue dog
Son, I'm a Mexican parent
They notice how I address you wrong
The only time you pull somethin' is if you flex too long
You said, "Double barrel look like I'm aimin' a pool stick!?"
WHAT KIND OF double barrel looks like you aimin' a POOL STICK!?
What kind of baseball bats are y'all playin' pool wit'-!?
I'm through wit' actors!
Everybody in his movement scatters
My double barrel look like I'm holdin' two pool sticks backwards
Homie, listen!
Right now you're in no condition to go the distance
I make examples outta rappers
His new name'll be "So For Instance..."
The drive alone will off-road entire (tire) marks like road collisions
You charged up? Cool
I'm charged up too
I guess we co-defendants
First we'll jack you for yo' hoopty, then we scram
Just to leave the kid bucket-less (list): Disneyland
He'll (Heel) get suited up in the ring: Vince McMahon
Why y'all loan me Money(y)? I ain't got no business playin' (plan)!
Man, listen...my name Biscuit, but it's really Lamont, though
That means "mountain"
I don't just kill 'em, I'm Kilimanjaro
What you are is extra baggage, you'll sit wit' the cargo
What I am is on (Amazon) Prime...you'll get it tomorrow
I hate to murder a brother, but his victory I can't enable (Cain and Abel) happenin'
You was never airin' (Aaron) rods, and you not still (steal) like the Eighth Commandment
Is this an Egyptian slave, or prison visit day?
'Cause this the room you embrace the famine (fam' in)
I go at King Caesar
For any threat Nero transmit (neurotransmit), he'll need his brain examined
He a lamb to the slaughter, B
Honestly
Sacrificin' him doesn't bother me
To the altar he goes (alter egos) like Bruce Wayne during a robbery
We don't buy bull (Bible)
When we write, the greatest book
And we'll jump a liar (jambalaya) like a Cajun cook
And that's point...blank like, "Ha-ha! Made you look!"
So when I spit these accomplishments, be quick to acknowledge it
Or get hit wit' a ugly combo: religion and politics!
You know the only way this gon' look good for you tonight, pal?
Start rewritin' yo' next round...right now
[Round 1: King Moneyy]
I said, finally...they got Moneyy back on the stage again
All that mean to me is real n***as is back to gettin' paid again
Y'all like his style of rap
Yeah, his lines add up, but his feeling don't give me no rage within
I mean, it was known I got the grip inside
No knife, but the 'K was in
You see the difference in the cadencin'?
For the paper, line him up: I'll staple him
And put a hole through his entire body: I'll Everything-bagel him!
But I get it, though
For battle rap to grow, you gotta have different flows
I rap about guns, and he rap about Yu-Gi-Oh!
You rap about what you watch, I rap about my life
I couldn't tell y'all who Super Saiyan is
That just ain't my type
The only anime (Anna Mae) I knew got her ass beat by Ike!
You see how I put yo' life and my life and intertwined it clever!?
That's battle rap
Not sayin' a bunch of fuckin' words we don't know and cartoons that rhyme together!
But I get it
If that's what y'all like, cool
I'm a man wit' different hats
All that tough guy shit? I'm not into that
So please don't O.D. (Odie)
I'm Garfield: I'm not the friendly cat!
I don't shoot from far
I'll fire on his whole car like a n***a driftin'
At this range, I'm Martin Payne: I won't miss a (Mr.) Biscuit!
It's a wrap!
Off my presence a- what!?
I said, it's a (w)rap!
Off my presence (presents) alone, a n***a gifted!
Lung shot, the fun stops soon as I enter missions (intermission)!
The fif' is glistenin', that's 'cause it got blood on it
I ain't a battle rapper, I'm a thug's poet
A few screws loose, but they all bolted
You in the Lion's (Lionz) Den, n***a
Every 'K in my arsenal (Arsonal) is all Loaded
I used to eat- what?
I used to eat peanut butter and jelly with raisins, not knowin' it was all molded
I was raised off liquor and cocaine
N***a, my core rode it (corroded)
I'm on Demon timing
If you see me throw up 8, don't get it confused wit' Red Monkeys
You can't see my lining
Ain't no light at the end of the tunnel: that's the Reaper shining!
His name Biscuit, 'til I push his muffin back and redefine him
The heater blind him
Make everything in his mid' shift: I'll 3-to-9 him!
What!?
Mr. Biscuit!? You should know your name was stupid when you picked it!
Dipshit!
And you a Christian? Well, you should be used to gettin' lifted!
Round 1, man
I'm done
That was my lightest round
[Round 2: Mr. Biscuit]
STOP TALKIN' TOUGH!
I seen his rap sheet and it's boring
Credit card fraud - you went to jail for bein' annoying
They put you in a cage for playin' games wit' somebody VISA
And all you bought was a PS5 and ordered a pizza
Shut up!
This deadbeat would never pop a pimple
You'se a whore, Moneyy
Get it?
A deadbeat would never pop
A pimp will use a whore money
I'm just here 'cause I get a...kick out of the sport like Norbes, dummy!
The words you flex 'bout birds and TECs?
Virgin sex: I'd consider that a shortcoming
If I flinch too quick, yo' household'll back up like poor plumbing
I am not the type of rapper that a king makes nervous
I get mo' 30's in a small room than a speed-date service
You wanna fight? Stop it!
He'll get his eye...dotted
My reach game perfect
I'll have Money(y) down for a month: that's a prepaid purchase
You ol' gun-bar clone! You not the King because the crowds adore you
We call you "King" 'cause it's 20 rappers who've "BOW'd" (bowed) before you!
You amateur, jerk!
And that don't mean I'm not a fan of your work
I mean, the kid lost, but it's a good look like Amber Alert
Let's say...let's say I'm lookin' for King, and I'm in need of an address
Do I go to his auntie for (Antifa) answers since a King is a fascist?
Or put the issue to bed since a King is a mattress?
Or crack him to the white meat since a King is a crabfish?
Everything he say about a pole or (polar) ice cap!
This idiot loves the planet
URL PG reject 10 years ago, but he here now
This idiot loves a challenge
He the type to leave his crew in a pickle, cold turkey, for a slice of bread
This idiot loves a sandwich
I said, the King dumb (kingdom), the state you rule over
This idiot loves the Palace
You know what's gon' happen to you when you lose to me after all this practice?
Samurai soldier: you'll be headed (beheaded) for Your Honor status
Killa, be real - you winnin', you feel?
Lithium pill: stop the madness
You not the King, you found the King
So announce the King like John the Baptist!
Am I the perpetrator or the victim in question?
If I stay wit' the 12 for testin' Money(y), is that Witness Protection?
I tend to flower on these cards, bro, I'm really invested
You'll never be even a tenth greater (10th grader): belligerent freshman
I'll give you a really harsh critique
That means I'll trigger your yes men
Bullets do one-night-stands in his heart: they'll hit it and exit!
Same career as a good DJ: the beats I've dealt
I'll be happy to write you bars if you need my help
But you'll be a clone, and I hate to repeat myself
They say for Crucible, you the big topic
Well, I'mma make the jury watch while it change from you to me
Yeah, they'll switch options
But I don't think the kid got it
Said I'mma make the jewelry, watch, wallet, change fr-
See how I pick pockets!?
Pay attention
I love smoke, I need a nicotine patch
I'm wishin' he'd scrap, and get tossed by the real King like the "Billie Jean" hat
I really mean that
You know the only way this gon' look good for you tonight, pal?
Start rewritin' yo' next round...right now
[Round 2: King Moneyy]
I said, King Moneyy vs. Mr. Biscuits
To be honest, this shit ain't catch my interest
But for 10K? Shit, I'll catch a light sentence
I can't shoot him
NikeTown: they checked me at the entrance
But since COVID, we all got our face covered, so you can't really tell the difference
A change of the hoodie, you won't even know who is it
Basically, Mr. Biscuits, I'm a different guy wit' The Mask on: that's Stanley Ipkiss
Mean!
I'm a street n***a, who brain be on a whole 'nother stream
Like...I'll shoot at your man if he try to walk and brush by my team
Mean!
'Cause Bun B will see his man die off a (of) lean
Mean!
But we here now, ain't no goin' back, scrap
I wrote all this just for you, and the gun is the abstract
'Cause once this MAC clap, you better be insured
'Cause duckin' only gon' get you to Aflac
Is he dead? Don't ask that
But if you don't hear from him again, then that's that
Hey, that's gang shit
Hang him up just to shoot him on some deranged shit
Catch a rat at court, wet him up
New definition of what a rain meant (arraignment)
Peep the language
If I shoot at him twice and spin back around, that's just a flagrant
Same line, different angle: shit adjacent!
You serious, n***a!?
I keep my nose in everything, I'm a curious n***a
I never told- what?
I said I never told
Only time I pointed a finger? 'Cause it went wit' the trigger
Silencer on the blicker, the signal is whisper
Headshot, but it went through his liver
To get the bullet, the doc had to go through his ribcage
I mean, if he ain't dead, it's gon' knock out all his sick days
N***as claim they got .30s
Well, I'll bust mine
N***as think that life funny 'til Biscuit get shot over a gun line!
Y'all remember the movie Life
Biscuit-
My point is I don't play wit' n***as
Y'all gon' really see these bullets jangalangin' over Biscuit soon as I start flamin' n***as!
Yo, P! You see what I'm doin' to this fag?
Think Red Lobster
He gon' get all these shells, and y'all still gon' leave wit' Biscuit in a bag!
What!?
Everybody a killer 'til it's time to die
This can' do (candle) more than light houses for Amish guys
No Internet threats - I'll let the Vada Fly!
'Cause if I put some numbers on a n***a head, it ain't Spotify!
The fuck? Is you serious?
Round 2

[Round 3: Mr. Biscuit]
What do y'all expect from me!?
'Cause this a test dummy
That rap about a arm I can't feel
I guess I slept funny
Half the lines I throw away dope like a ex-junkie
Career-ender: he'll get taken off the 'Net like rent money
And King, I'm sendin' him (synonym) to the soil like...floor, ground, earth, dirt
Third squirt
Leave his mind in the gutter: pervert
Words hurt
Which is which? The button-up or the hearse first?
Either way, you 'bout to meet the Devil in a church shirt
Wit' hands, I'm more than buck
You s'posed to duck
I'll leave a weak opp chin (option) on the floor: my lawyer suck
Can he strike? Depends if he bold (bowled) enough
He'll slide into comas (Tacomas): that's not the Toyota truck
I'm like a cheap top-tier
If I'm thinkin' of takin' flight, book it
(*chuckles*)
They say I'm 'bout next (necks)-level wit' the hands like his tie crooked
How I put it, WorldStar gon' tag me in the fight footage
Holdin' King by the scruff of his neck like, "Hi, Brooklyn!"
These rappers my daughters, so I act like a compassionate father
The only reason they got they jaws on the flo' is 'cause I'm Jaws on the flow
And y'all didn't know you could rap underwater
So slap whoever told you 10 thousand was a good pot!
I need 30 bands to the mid-70s like Woodstock
I got it out the sand, which (sandwich) means I'm bein' my own hero
I float in the room 'til the floor board wit' me like Home Depot
Treat kufis like B-movies
And part one - there's no sequel
Anyone goin' from 0 to 60 don't know me, bro
I'm known from goin' from the freezer to 450 like a Tostino
I don't care about a chain, watch, diamond, or a rock hustle
I brought the alternative to the shot-caller...the dog muzzle
Kings rule wit' a iron fist, he make the block humble
I'm not troubled
'Cause I'll pop on elites like the stock bubble
Eve bit the apple, and her life got a lot shorter
Which means...since the Beginning, this death was Word to my goddaughter
I'll put you guys tellin' lies all (Lysol) in hot water
So if you a foe (UFO), get sent to the sky like a flying saucer
Time

[Round 3: King Moneyy]
They say your third round is where you gotta get real
Well, I say when you a real n***a, a third round ain't a big deal
See, I was raised, never talk about plays unless you was in the field
In order to nail a drill, you gotta first know how that hammer feel
We in a whole 'nother state, this a random kill
You got your gun? You better blam your steel
This Judge'll throw six to your life, you won't land appeal
Chrome .9: that's my stainless steel
I keep my metal on both sides, for balance
If that don't work, I know my training will (wheel)
Everybody swear they actin', until they layin' still
And a hit make 'em do a 360, no label deal
See, I don't talk about religion
'Cause in this world, I'm still tryna figure out my position
I mean, yeah, I'm alive after gettin' shot twice
So you could say God is listenin'
But since then, I've been puttin' in so much Devil work
I wonder if that was God decision
I used to put in pain and try to forget about it with large prescriptions
Tryna separate your family from the streets be the hard division
The other day, my mom asked about my bro Crowbar, damn, I know he gettin' big in that yard in prison
Crowbar been there since 2015, I just ain't have the heart to mention
That's real shit, there's no way it's phony
You a Christian rapper? I told you all that so you could start prayin' for me
Cause, sometimes I be on my demon shit, I be feelin' like a villain
Runnin' in n***a's cribs, not caring if the kids is in the buildin'
I'll (Al) bundle ya whole family on the couch if you Married With Children
N***a listen
Everybody swears that phase two has money (Moneyy) like Mr. Biscuits
Until they in Moneyy face and can't get a digit
Never heard of me? Must've been under a Rock as big as Plymouth
It's the big ticket
Leg shot, you better role, I'm literally tryin' to Limp Biscuit
We from two different geographics, but we got the same goal
We both put our hearts in it, but I'm from the east so my thang cold
But I'll still (steal) son (sun) a n***a like my lingo
I ain't horsin' around, this shit stable
Stomach shot, I'll turn his pouch into a Kangol
Case closed, once I spin this arm, it ain't a tango
You thought she was black, but she was Dorian, she'll set you up for the pesos
For the doe, I'll turn Mr. Biscuit into a bagel
And everybody want the guns that's loud
I want the one that make no noise
Silence for an AK, shit sound like a blow torch
Mr. Biscuit? Soon as I peel I'll bury this doe (dough) boy
Moneyy man