[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Charlie Clips versus Jones, nah this can't be serious
Where's the n***a that battled Mook and Jin?
That's him?
Nah this can't be Serius
Damn homie...in Fight Klub you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you?
I'll tell you
See what happened is you lost your deal with Disturbing Tha Peace
So n***as take your career as a fucking joke
You claim you made over 200 racks, but now you back on Smack
Either you confused or you fucking broke
Mook killed you, made Harlem hot
Ludacris dropped you made all the sponsors stop
Are you gonna tell these fans what kind of job you got?
Are you gon' tell 'em you the man...at the barbershop?
Serius is a barber, no I'm serious, he's a barber
And Smack you knew that, so this shit you doing to me ain't fucking fair
Cause how the first Summer Madness I get a n***a with a perm
Now you get me the n***a that might've cut his hair
Y'all got the nerve to say we similar, I'm a genius, one of the meanest
He cut hair, I get him cut here, let me explain the difference between us
See when my friends want the work, I scream, "Get in line!"
Then I hit 'em with the powder or the wet
When you at work you scream, "Who need a line?!"
Then at the end you put powder on they neck
When I run up with them clippers
It's no question I'm just ready to blast tools
When he run up with the clippers it's, "Yo! You want the fade?
Or you want the fade with the half moon?"
You can't be serious, Serius, I remember when your buzz was about this tall
You left battle rap to become a barber, now your buzz is this small
You freestyle and fuck up hairlines
How you let your career take that big fall?
I understand you love the Clippers
But what's the point if you ain't Chris Paul?
You don't be at the bar pouring alcohol on bitches, making women holler
You be at the bar...ber shop
Pouring alcohol on n***as like, "That'll be 20 dollars."
You like, "With all this barbershop quap
I could put you and all my customers in a jab."
N***a 90% of Jersey got dreads, what customers do you have?
What am I supposed to believe?
You retired from battle rap to get all this barbershop cake?
What you be in the club with wild hair in your pocket
And a Burberry barber shop cape
Aight, aight, aight, aight, that's enough
I got love for all my n***as that's in the barbershop folks
I just figured I could help him shape up with a few barbershop jokes
But how's your old bitch doing, Jones?
He still think that he ex hot
Don't nobody wanna fuck her, but she do give out the best top
He the type to know she on her period and still try to get in his ex twat
We was taught if you see that red ring then don't play with ya X-Box
But let's say he get that bitch pregnant
And he teaching his little man on how to Jam C
I"ma shoot his stroller but if I missed the carriage (miscarriage) I got a plan B
No lie, the perfect goal, rewind time before he work the hole
Kill him before he get her pregnant, that's birth control
You ain't trying to die baby, I suggest you watch your mouth n***a
Or the morning after you gon' have to peel (pill), that mean be out n***a
You said you was a runaway and that Mook was a house n***a
Well before you run away let me take a trip through your house n***a
Let's see if y'all can guess which room I'm in
I'ma give you and your boys hints, I'ma shower you with some bars
That leave you and your boys pissed
I start shooting up your car
You better sink when I'm getting that toy lit/toilet
When this nine take a dump you won't get to enjoy shit
Now y'all know what room I'm in, so I can throw the Tec in his mouth
Kill this piece of shit in the bathroom and then drag him through the rest of the house
Now you know what room I'm in?
You don't know?
Well here's a little reminder, I could shoot your sister
But I'ma let my arm rest and have this right hook recline her/recliner
I'm comfortable like a love seat when I'm strapped with two arms
I pull out and make everybody sleep, it's like a futon
I told his uncle to move on, but he ain't move he took the thug route
So for lamping too long I got my clap on and blew his bulb out
Now you know what room I'm in?
Now I'ma throw the Tec in ya mouth
Since nobody living in that room, let me drag you through the rest of the house
Me and your aunt had an encounter
I grabbed her by her head I was getting ready to off it
The sink was running hot but I ain't really wanna force it/faucet
I grabbed that knife, I thought about having my hand poking her
But why? When I can draw and just have this can open her/opener
Now y'all know what room I'm in, I can throw the Tec in his mouth
Your house too small, I can't go through the rest of your house
I can't believe you the n***a they brung back to take my title, clown
If you don't win this then it's over cause this my lightest round
You could try that freestyle shit Jones, but it don't work here
If you freestyle about the barbershop
Then it hurt and you really work there
So since you a barber here's a little advice you can use in your spare time
That freestyling won't cut it, they bought tickets to hear lines (hairlines)
[Round 1: Serius Jones]
Ayo y'all know me, it's been a minute but off the top I dismantle shit
Yeah, nine years ago I was a barber so you know I know how to handle Clips
Awwwwwwhhh
You motherfuckers
This how I came up
But this what it come down to? Shit I'll put the gun down
But do I gotta give y'all the rundown who I punk rounds through
Well besides the fact I'm 21 and 1 now, turned Jin to King Pow Stew
Sonned out Mook, CH a bum now too
Well they said, "Well give a new n***a a shot."
Got Clips loaded so now I gotta gun down you?
Well dot on your head, dot on your gun, dot on your pants, dot on your shirt
What? Them bars was pure fire?
That's what they got the Dot Mob? Well let's call it what it is people
The Harlem Boys Choir
See they tried to sic' them adlibs on me, but I'm classic doggy
Them elaborate stories, nobody was doing that in battle rap before me
That's why Smack know he needed these racks
'Fore he even picked up the jack to call me
Nobody asked for Charlie, they gassed you Charlie
I asked for the rematch with Mook, he declined and battled Iron
And see that's just corny
And that proves I'm the master doggy
And I'll whip all these n***as' ass til it look as bad as Denzel back in Glory
I'm 'bout to get gory on this cat cause you ain't even in my category
See when I was riding on Twinkies, you was walking around eating 'em
When I had twins in the bed, that was the size bed you was still sleeping in
When I was riding for this culture with companies on national television
You couldn't even watch battles with company
Without asking your grandma's permission
When I was that n***a that you knew from Smack
You been working out for 30 years and guess what, you still fat
When I got signed for five mil' with my deal shit started getting a lil' heavy
But shit got heavy for you too cause you must got signed to Little Debbie
So when I became the illest rapper alive in 2005
You started wearing a jean size 45 so I guess you could say
We blew up at the same damn time
See it's some reality n***a that bars can't save
See, I said there's some reality n***a that bars can't save
See them n***as ain't know how to throw the book at you
But I know how to read a n***a
So let's get on the same god damn page
You graduated from Washington Irving in 2001
But you acting young on this god damn stage?
You mean to tell me you had 4 battles, 2 mixtapes, no deal and we're the same god damn age?!
One thing I hate is a fake, young n***a
Cause if he played in the era with the legends
He would've been on that timba catching splinters
We call 'em ringers, you'd rather play with the kids than be a winner
I bet you play the block at a 14 and under summer league right now as a center
N***a, I got paid in 100 cities, I just came back from Europe touring
So I'm learning, "Fick Dich Ihm"
That's how you say "fuck this n***a" in German
Clips, you fucking around but you coming short
You'd probably procreate a midget
See before I get into your phony gangster image
Let's just expose the basic gimmick and your approach to making lyrics
All you do is study another n***a's bars, saying "you said"
Take his flow and try to flip it
Or come up with one theme and then say every word you can think of that's associated with it
See they don't know his tactics, that's why I'ma give Clips a clip full
And every time he do it from now on, I'ma give y'all the signal
See I know he said I got dropped from my label
But so did the whole label and I got paid though
But ain't no labels that feel you, but just in case there is
I'll kill that while I use labels to kill you
See now I got Cash Money since a Baby so Lil' Chuckkee take it easy
Cause I make cakes like Drakes and have Minaj's 'til I'm Weezy
I'll D-Block your Styles I'm like a Sheek/sheik from Iraq
Kiss Tha Game Goodbye, one shot to your door will break up the locks/Lox
Your set Dipped on you
Cause you was sucking Killa on Cam', but never dropped jewels/Juelz
They Jay'd him then Dashed on his Dame
Cause the whole Nation know that he don't own that Roc he sells
And when we can't hear Clips that's a Def Jam
That mean my pistol get to smoke
And the Aftermath 'bout to be way more than Shady
Cause now you in a scope (Interscope), let's go
[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
Sweetheart, let me ask you a question right
If I asked you to put this ring card down
Would you come over here and touch him?
He said he was signed to a label before, would you still fuck him?
Now see you pulling her
Now all that's doing is gonna make this Tec spark
Hit your stomach now both of y'all can share those stretch marks
Aye Goodz, this exactly what you mean n***a
But this ain't one of them skinny legs
This one of them dirty sweatpants Pelle Pelle jean n***as
You got dropped and you lost some weight
I think it's time for you to come clean n***a
I'm not saying you a crackhead
But losing weight and getting back on Smack, well that's a fiend n***a
You was sleeping on me Jones
So tell me what happened in that dream n***a
Was the fans cheering you on?
Oh they was calling you the king n***a?
Well I'ma walk you up to VIP and then dot you with that beam n***a
Cause if history repeats itself
Then the balcony is where the king loses his dream n***a
And you right, you did lose your deal with Luda'
What happened? Y'all got into an argument and you called him a bama?
That's crazy I thought it was all love and hip hop down in Atlanta
Well ain't no love and hip hop with me and you
So don't start feeling a lil' happy
Cause one of these will give you that Stevie J face if you feeling a Lil' Scrappy
That .38 my side bitch, named her Joseline, that ratchet mean
That K sing like Michelle, hit a note at you and your faggot team
See I'm something like Benzino
I'm not trying to say that every rapper's mean
But your Source should've warned you, I'm more known for a magazine
Good thing we ain't putting no bread on this battle Jones
Cause on the real you would've lost the bet
Jersey can't beat New York for shit, no lie we done off'd the best
I mean the Rangers kill the Devils
We own the Giants and of course the Jets
You Jersey n***as don't win shit, you even lost the Nets
Don't get it twisted I got wild love for Jersey
Like I think, Surf, Shotgun and Arsonal beat ya
I said them bullets Surf when that Shotgun speak and that Arsonal heat ya
My chrome black, it got Shotgun feet an Arsonal sneakers
I rip your soul/sole like Shotgun feet in Arsonal's sneakers
See that's what you call wordplay Jones, no lie you need to get you some
Leave you dead in the middle of - man, I'm a different Pun
My chrome crap no iPhone app, I got a different gun
Think it's a game 'til I hit the side of your temple and make your temple run
All you do is write me on Twitter from the AM to the PM
Cause I'm at your girl box but you don't see it like a DM
Oh what you mad I got bread and it's a verified amount?
I'ma n***a that blue/blew checks with no verified account
You run around telling lies, telling n***as how you lost your deal
Now you back in battle rap, spread love all across the field
When John John used your multiple choice scheme
You got mad, I mean of course it's real
So let's do the multiple choice scheme on how your lost your deal
Is it A.) Luda dropped you cause he found out you ain't a thug
Is it B.) You mad at Shwanna she ain't wanna give you hugs
Is it C.) Tity Boi turned 2 Chainz and wouldn't show you love
N***a this is yo' scheme, you know it's all of the above
But now you balling like a scrub, I remember the word on the street
"Serius Jones got a deal." I'm like word? He a beast
I was waiting for your album to drop, but Luda' pushed it to a further release
So Busta...
How a n***a with no noise get dropped from Disturbing Tha Peace
I guess he told you to Stand Up, but you wasn't going in your bag
He tried to put you in other Area Codes
But you wasn't growing with your swag
So he told you to Move Bitch, you ain't zoning with your pad
Then took your contract and told you to Blow It Out Ya Ass!
That freestyle shit is trash, they paid money to hear bars n***a
Oh I get it, you think I'm Hamilton, well you got the wrong Charles n***a
See the Charles love pink, see this Charles love shells
See that Charles love peace, see this Charles love jail
See that Charles love heaven, this Charles love Hell
See that Charles love Sonic, this Charles love tail
Now that was just a lil' jokey shit
I had to hit y'all with 30 seconds of some Charles shit
But let me get back to Charlie Clips
You know what I do, you know that bar shit
I know you looking at my squad
I guess you thinking that my block is calm til that blade out
And you'll get ate (eight) baby, Octomom
I don't wanna hear about your gun and how you clap it
And keep a Glock in palm or when ya knife is out
Cause you don't give slices out, you Papa Johns
And this is what y'all n***as call an icon?
Well y'all gon' get his chest shot
I'ma use the Mac to leave this icon on his desktop
I'm soft? Where? (Software)
Til I run in your windows and you lose your dome
I ain't stumble, I was just getting to Google Chrome
Now that computer scheme, let me backspace no lie that was all wack
But what I'm saying is if you don't have my PC, I'm bring all Macs
I wanna make your body shift but I know you running with all rats
So to catch a lowercase I'ma give you all caps
I wear Prada you wear Rocawear, you hot? But not in here
You ugly fuck...DNA
[DNA]
Y'all know my slogan, Get Em The Fuck Outta Here!

[Round 2: Serius Jones]
You god damn right I put on for Jersey, so we don't need a team
If ya name was Coretta, you still couldn't fuck with the King
I don't know no real n***as that know this n***a in real life
So I hired a private investigator, this freak bitch I call her Dick Tracey
And y'all will not believe the information this bitch gave me
So I don't gotta spit a bunch of nonsense and all kind of jokes
See all I'ma quote is the contents of this envelope
See your government name, your social, I ain't gotta give 'em all that shit
But your annual income was less than 10 sum
And your mom still claiming you on her taxes
Real shit
See you the type of n***a to get fired from Chick-Fil-A
Not because you could fuck up some chicken
But because they had suspicion that you was in the kitchen
With an employee giving new definition to the term entry-level position
And your bitch is a dirty battle rapper from the Bronx, Ash Cash
Wow, well Ash is trash, lyrically and physically
It's probably roaches in that bitch perm
You look like Brian Pumper, so what's she? Montana?
Cause everybody know her Fishburne
Since you bitch is a battle rapper, what y'all be battle in the bed?
What she plays Ms. Hustle? What you act like O Red?
So when we say the Lenox Ave Beast
It's obvious we ain't talking 'bout your mixtape
Cause now that we know that you playing with them kids
It don't even matter what your Penn States
I call Trace on three way, told her call Clips
They say, "Aye, can I speak to Clips?" They say, "Who he?"
They say, "Oh, Charlie, excuse me..."
They say, "Oh, you mean Bootsie!"
I said, "Bootsie?!" No that can't be who you be
They said, "Charlie Clips the battle rapper, you know
That carries the Uzi's saying that he shoots G's
And sold more crack than Pookie
They said, "You know who I'm talking about right?"
Your mom said, "Absolutely! Well he's with Ash at movies and 'round here we don't him that, it's Bootsie."
Bootsie?! That's your name my n***a?
My name is Slaim, it's Muslim and Farrakhan ain't smacking my Kufi
When I was nine, Saddam should've flew from Iraq to recruit me
And I got two long noses call 'em X-Factor and Mookie
And I ain't never met a trapper, a rapper
Or a battle rapper named Bootsie
Well if your name is Bootsie, it don't even matter if he's so lyrical
Cause if you don't pop in rap, I guess you could sing Negro spirituals
From what you said in the Aye Verb battle
You called your grandmoms when it's over
The way she raised your mama must've been wrong
Cause when she was nine months pregnant
She would have long dongs all in her thong
So it don't matter if you use n***as all in your songs
Cause technically you been on other n***as dicks even before you was born
It don't matter if you had long schlongs all in her thong
Cause obviously you had on n***as dicks since before you was born
See and your lil' brother played for Utah huh?
He running the point, only thing you run is your dick suckers
And even though Brian Pumper spits gutter
It's hard to respect it when we look at your DNA
All your lil' brothers become your big brothers
See growing up I was so tough I thought my hood wasn't hood enough
But the Wolves is rough to have n***as dying, brothers cooking up
But you know why I know why your millies don't flame?
Cause all your gun lines come from sports and video games
Get money, that's what I know Harlem n***as to do
But see I followed the Blueprint of AZ, Rich and them dudes
But you? You wasn't around when them pounds broke down
When them pigeons that flew
You lost to Big T's and even your Religions ain't True
See it's been 4 battles we ain't even seen a fitted that's new
Meanwhile I got the Benz, Range, bitches, the jewels
So you might as well move to the Bronx
And get a job sweeping shit in the Zoo
Cause I'm a Jersey n***a but I'm still more of a Harlem n***a than you
See my criminal records is extensive, gun cases, moving piff
You know, some assault a loser foolishness
Unfortunate you can Google it, but Google you and nothing of you exists
So the conclusion is, you just named yourself Clips
You don't use them shits
N***a you don't move weight and you ain't losing it, weight that is
Why am I the underdog and y'all fronting I'm over it, fake that is
They gon' have to use Aye Verb's perm to replace your wig
Your mom's tripping at the wake, "That ain't my kid!
I don't even know who face that is!"
N***a I'll smack your saggy beard til my hands get calluses
Choke your Turkey neck until you whiter than Jimmy Fallon is
Pull out the Tec's and make Summer Madness higher than Dallas is
Say goodbye to your movement let me walk you through paralysis
See you tripping thinking I wasn't gonna trip off you Bootsie
That 2nd round was a lil' shaky, but I'ma get back to you 3rd n***a
BOOTSIE!

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
Don't throw nothing on the stage, I ain't gon' lie that's true Smack
But did you hear this n***a last round?
What you want them to do Smack?
You tried to say the nickname my mom's gave me like that shit hurt
My name Bootsie and I don't pitch crills or I don't let that Tec dance
No matter what my fucking name is, I will never wear them sweatpants
And you claim you getting money?
Since you talking I mean, what y'all wanna do n***a?
He can't be getting money
If this the same chain he wore against Mook n***a
This n***a is a wine cooler, fact mac we sip Cognac
This n***a ain't fresh, we wear these to the laundromat
My n***a, I mean what are you pointing at?
Are you pointing at my gun? Are you gon' crack mad fat jokes?
Now you gon' tell me I need to run?
Are you gon' tell me that I'm running out of breath?
Are you gon' tell me that I'm Pun?
N***a I don't give a fuck what you say, you know what, fuck it I'm done
Sike! I lied n***a! I caught you stupid, you almost died n***a
Me fuck up? Not even if I tried n***a
But I'ma tell you something right now, right
Let me get real serious and talk to my bredrin
I need y'all to hear me for 5 minutes
I'ma question him and see if he a legend
Now I know a lot of y'all paid money right now so y'all can hear bars
Just do me one second, be quiet cause what I'ma say is pretty hard
So what I'ma try to tell y'all is I need a second to breathe
If you not a real n***a that don't like real n***a shit
There's the door, you can leave
What happened to them 12 imaginary battles you had at Fight Klub?
That nobody in the world would ever get to see
The only n***as that knew you had them battles is your mother and International P
You battled Jin, CH and Mook, you only won 2 out of 3
So how is Serius Jones really a legend?
See this is what's confusing me
See what's really your claim to fame Jones?
I know it ain't come from defeating Jin
Cause outside of 106 & Park we all knew that'd be an easy win
You battled a Chinese n***a with Chinese jokes in a room full of black people
That's like Big T battling a skinny n***a in a room full of fat people
But I do give you credit cause against Jin and H you was snapping
But then you met Murda Mook and we all know what happened
Dot on your head! Dot on your leg! Dot on your chest!
Nah I'm not gon' finish, but what I wanna know is
He was spitting some fire shit
You took that battle to heart and you went straight into retirement
Then you asked Smack can you battle me
So now I gotta ask you a question, if he need me to retire
Which one of us is the legend?
I gotta be honest with you, you my n***a I ain't gon' front I fuck with Smack
But this the shit that get me mad
When they get these wack n***as and have 'em coming back
I should put this gun to your sweatpants, make that Tec dance
You do a jumping jack
If I don't get 7 racks after this, I swear to God I ain't coming back
I be like, see let me tell y'all about this chick named Legend
You see Legend is a freak bitch, see Legend slept with Mook and Iron
Here's a n***a Legend ain't get to sleep with
See Legend gassed him up like he's a vet'
But Legend told me that he was a rookie, he ain't ever get to fuck Legend
See Legend ain't ever give him pussy
You battled in Fight Klub, used the same rounds over and over
And you know that it's true n***a
So Legend left him and came and got with us new n***as
You don't know what to do, I'm fucking her I"m getting fame from her
I"m bagging Legend now, me and DNA running a train for her
See what happened is...
You got dropped cause you couldn't make no hood music
No, no, no...you got dropped because you couldn't make GOOD music
See I went to Kanye city, y'all see me out there I was cooking B
See my name Clips(e) so I showed y'all how to Push(a) T
And ya swag is pretty off and you showed me how you was too lame
Cause against Mook
You tatted a fake necklace on your black T to have 2 Chainz
My n***a you lame, your name is Salim not Sean
You could never be Big buddy
Day N Nite you a Legend like John, but they don't give this Kid Cudi
Now if you follow all those lessons you could see that I'm bombing
I swear to God I'm so glad we got nothing in Common
Why you talking to the crowd n***a?
Remember I'm your understudy, be proud n***a
Oh now you admitting it, that you always been a fag' n***a
A fag' n***a, run up to you and pull that Mag n***a
Nah fuck it...it's over...sike I lied n***a!
What I look like? That n***a?
Aight I did that on purpose, see I'ma tell you a secret between you and me
I choked on purpose
So I can talk to this fat n***a that look like he work with Truancy
See I knew you was gon' start booing me, yeah you fucking up tight
Let's leave this ma', you right here, me and you fucking tonight
Fucking up tight, he got me mad the last round cause he wack
I'm fucking up tight, Summer Madness is over, just fuck it
Just fuck it, goodnight
Don't worry about it

[Round 3: Serius Jones]
I ain't gon' front, I'm kinda drunk
That last round I kinda flopped my n***a
But you ended your battle like that?
Well thanks a lot my n***a
See money ain't worth shit when you got the heart of a tadpole
And if shit was worth money, you'd probably be born with no asshole
See I'm a black hippy
But it's them things that money brings see that gets me
You playing that field from running through this back alley, ask Ricky
So yeah I'm a mac, I teach hoes, like Nino we Jack cities
But see Goldie ain't what I mean though
When I say I brought the Mac with me
See since your name is Clips let's break down the following
You know the actual mechanism
See the barrel cylinder is so the bullet flies with precision
The trigger suspension and the fire independence is like the engine
So what do Clips do? Slide in a butt and hold ammunition
So if we compared gun clips to this fat boy
You don't own none of the rounds you spit
You hold 'em for Smack so technically you a pack boy
So it don't matter what your aim is
Cause we can see what trigger's you to rhyming
Cause Clips only fire when you find a machine bigger than you to slide in
See I'm the boss who put Charles in Charge? Clips we fire them
And I see that you trying to help the environment
But damn my n***a you love recycling
Reusing the same things, remixing the same lines
Like the controller shit the sun and Earth we heard you the first two times
So since all your rounds come back around like karma
Charlie Clips? Nah bruh, you Charlie Revolver
Something's wrong with this equation
And I know for you Math is confusing
And I don't mean the Math that's so trash
That last time y'all actually booed him
I mean the math that you using
To calculate the numbers my classics is doing
So factor in losing, subtract your delusions
Divide your pride, add some contusions
Now you out your space, you got a problem
And ain't no patching in Houston
Cause when I put them craters on your moon face
That's when I call a Proactiv solution
I'm a leader, I crack a pint to a sharp tip
Slice ya Goodz then have half a gallon leaking out your armpits
I put a gram on a tablespoon, take a 6 inch strap of leather
Choke you, shoot you, then stab you to death with a ruler
Now that's drastic measures
See how dare you sleep on the king you futon ass n***a
You don't even register where I shop, cut it out, you coupon ass n***a
So don't ask me to tag you on Facebook again when I see you in Harlem
Because as you know now I only play tag when I'm sparking
And after I tag your toe
Don't make me catch you nowhere other than a coffin
Cause if I see you in the morgue
I'll rip off your toes and rip the tags back off them
See they said he had 4 bodies
I said well some bodies better than no bodies
But if all your bodies is nobody's then to a somebody you got no bodies
If I see you on the roof of this building, "Jump Clips we got you!"
That's what I yell at him probably
Cause even if I decide to save your life I'm still catching a body
I'm sick n***a, I hit your prenatal with gauge pellets
N***a I'm so sick I make the creators of AIDS jealous
I'm sick I spit infirmaries in the yard on 'em
N***a I'm so sick, even my blood cells got bars on'em
So now that you're a dead rapper and ain't no way around it
For all the dead rappers watching over us
What you think they have to say about it?
Well Biggie, he be like
"Hughh! He hit that n***a up worse than they hit up me."
Pac'll be like, "Yeah n***a that's how you ride on your enemies!"
Big L would be like, "That n***a ain't from my block."
Pun will be like, "Where y'all at physically, well Clips ain't do diddidly
And oh shit he left him dead in the middle of little Italy, literally."
See Eazy-E be like, "God damn that n***a sick as me."
Pimp C was so fucked up he passed the lean to ODB
Heavy D was like, "Damn I wanted Clips to win cause he big like me
But damn that n***a's D.E.A....diddly didddly diddly diddly D!"
Ayo I might've fucked up the 2nd round, but I just merked you my n***a
You peep that? Well since I sunk your ship
I turn into the Anchorman and give y'all the recap
"This is Serius Jones reporting live from Summer Madness 2
Where he'll enjoy a hearty buzz
And now we'll see he's all the champion that we thought he was
He hit Clips with a vicious series of brutal attacks
He'g gonna have to go home put some ice on the fat on his back."
I ain't got no slogan, so maybe y'all can help me out so I got it clear
Since it's a Landslide and it's a Body Bag then Zip 'Em Up and...
(Get Em The Fuck Outta Here!)