[Round 1: Rosenberg Raw]
I said...
Oh, can everybody hear me?
I said, dig it now, you midget clown
I came wit' three vicious rounds
Be lucky if a n***a lets you win a round
I'mma talk that Pistol-vania shit and how we'd get ya down
Type shit I snuff him, he be sleep before he hit the ground!
While you be in your crib stressin', I'm loadin' up a big weapon
Hula hoop your midsection
Open up the n***a stomach, have his ribs flexin'!
For that salad green, I'll have him leakin' French dressin'!
I'm in Beast Mode! He's in Bitch Mode!
The clip long as sub sandwiches from Quiznos
If he don't understand me, ain't no debatin'
It's a hostage situation
Boy, I'm comin' for your fuckin' family
N***a, fuck your family!
I'll cut your mother fingers off and mail 'em to you like, "Here - these might come in handy."
You got a issue wit' me? N***a, state your issue wit' me
Bet your snapback won't snap back after I pistol-whip him!
He been smokin' on that meth, he got them crystals in him!
Me? Bought my Pistol-vania, itchy finger trigger wit' me
N***a, we in yo' state
Pocket full of snowflakes
Wu-Tang, I look like a killer (Killah) wit' my Ghostface
Robbery, ransom, my n***as on a dough chase
That clip counterclockwise - watch that bitch rotate!
I was YouTubing you, this situation truthful, too
I came across a battle called "JC vs. Poopy Doo"
I clicked on it thinkin', "Who the fuck is Poopy Doo?"
Y'all both was spittin' poop, n***a!
I couldn't tell who was who!
Wildest part-
I said, the wildest part? He lost to the n***a
Outlined in chalk
Beat me? You got a better chance of seein' Suge out on Highland Park!
I said, slow up! These bars'll leave you swolled up
I'll do to you what they woulda did to Suge if he showed up!
(Yeah, n***a!
Fuck you talkin' 'bout!?)
Ayo!
I said, I don't give a fuck how Calicoe feel, Smack!
One of his n***as act up while I'm down here in Detroit!?
Somebody gon' get killed, Smack!
But on Fight Night, I'm like Mike
If the left hit you, then the rest connect wit' you
N***a, night-night!
That's a knockout
I'll Shaq him down, this ain't ball
I'll show him the true meaning of a box-out
If it don't work, Plan B - I don't cop out
I just change the play before it happen: that's a hot route
I said, maniac
Green Bay Packin' wit' this stainless strap
Aaron Rodgers, hittin' every fuckin' thing I'm aimin' at
You know he dead
Fill his body up wit' hoagie heads
I got killers that'll smoke you for a loaf of bread
Frozenberg, n***a
[Round 1: JC]
Wassup, lil fat n***a?
I know what you thinkin' right, the nerve of me
Problem is you alone, I'm at home
There's not one shook nerve in me
Welcome to the Midwest, Yak town we in here?
It's game time
See we hate guys with fake lives
About 10 minutes out here can change lives
We live what you rap 'bout
Shit you act out could get yo brain fried
They won't find you
A stack will turn a amber alert into a First 48 crime
Most I could say, you average
Not a lot to say, that shit stops today
My flow too toll booth: you cross me you gotta pay
I hope you listen
'Cause bein' too hood n***as known for slippin'
I seen ya type, no one's different
If you street, I'm Road Commission
Fuck ya life, you in my state, I could get you touched tonight
Talk that shit, my goons gon' be on yo ass Huggie tight
I already know your approach
You gon' talk about how you slangin' them drugs
You got killas on deck, you hang with them thugs
But you already lost to a n***a from the Mitten
You OJ Simpson: n***as thought you was the killer
But the shit ain't look the same when it came to the Glove
Welcome n***a, you see-through
I could get you Glad-wrapped and trash-bagged
One finger get shit open, I'm iPhone app fast
Dip shit, my clique sick, misfits when that shit spit
Ready with Rockets, get out of pocket, you better be Vick quick
When shit get thick, out here reppin' time mean weapon time
Tools out, big metal, shit could fold a Decepticon
I don't care what lane you in
If you in my street I'll swerve into 'em
Heat to his scalp, put that burner to him and perm it through him
Knives up, see how I'm cut, I bring surgeons to him
Please b, yo act TV
Out here you don't ask about real n***as, you come see me
See right now you look uncomfortable
And you know what happen when I was battlin' him
So jumpin' in fires after him won't help either one of you
You wanted that street shit and all the way now you felt tough
So call home, tell 'em you got beef with them gloved up goons
And see how fast your help come
We search where you at before you get to yellin' with yo fat ass
You jump in between that bread n***as'll knock jelly out yo fat ass
My n***as ride different, we catch you in traffic, raid ya van
Shots to his brain, change his plans
Every n***a I hang with blam
I'm armed with the cannon like Mega Man
I don't gotta aim it man, to box y'all up I could pay shooters
And like Frank Lucas have the bitches chop Raw up
Welcome n***a, let's make music
I got that AR-16 with rockets flyin'
Breeze through, make him eat clips (Eclipse) to stop his shine
I'm tryna shootout that class of 2011
And right there I wasn't tryna rhyme
I meant literally: shoot out class
I will Columbine every n***a on that dotted line
Shit get personal when them curtains move
I'll put up that purse for you, it's gon' hurt to move
Security won't work for you
You about to get broken off
And I do not mean like paid, I mean like literally broken dawg
I'm hopin' y'all got the endurance
To endure the shit that I wrote for dawg
Example: I catch your whole family on the sofa Raw
Kick in the door, children and hoes, I rope 'em all
Ain't no celebration but I got the toast for y'all
Your bitch get tore up like warm-ups when the coaches call
See you provoked this Raw, you know this shit hot
Since yo kids tied the only way they escape that heavy metal is if they Slip Knots
If not, then n***a I'm bustin'
And I'll get rid of this big bitch family faster than Jennifer Hudson
Hold up! You just lost Round 1
[Round 2: Rosenberg Raw]
You's a pussy
Everybody ain't who they seem to be

[Round 2: JC]
Somethin' told me yo fat ass would come at me like this
Sucks for you fat n***a, round 1 was the light shit
Now it's time for that vice grip
Put an end to all that trife shit 'cause shit get crucial
Your style's so fuckin' generic, I know it better than you do
Example: the street approach
We've seen it, take a different route
All you doing is tryna convince yourself
That you this n***a that you spit about
Change ya pitch, ya words goofy, you sound strange as shit
And nobody believes the four's will dump
If you sound like Forrest Gump when you say the shit
But back to us, I got dollars I automatically dump
I call them savages up
N***as that approach all static with pumps
They'll attack that area where you stashin' ya lunch
Then put a hole straight through you
Now yo n***as can watch yo back from the front
That's real beef, they for real eat, my guys bringin' harm
Move eights, it's too late to find the alarm
Y'all remind me of Ray Charles
When shit get ugly, it's clear you don't wanna fuck with it
Just by the size of the arms
We body bringin', shotty squeezin', yo fam in a lobby screamin'
ER got doc's tryna jigsaw puzzle body pieces
They will kill, keep tools clappin'
While dude's actin', Hugh Jackman: I'm Real Steel
I'll show up in yo hometown
Ready to ride on him, no Polo now
4-4 knock yo hoes out
With that can I black out Four Loko style
You know what time it is
This is what real life rhymin' is
And though the line is thin, this is exactly what define us men
N***as like you create that image, try to buy your fans
Real n***as see the image but it's just a hologram
See my n***as will go where I'm at
They stay ready to squeeze Uzi's
Problems? I'll have my whole set on the road like that Speed movie
These groupies remind me of bitches, y'all got the same symptoms
Claimin' y'all loyal to the block, y'all got that thang with you
But when money comin' off that white, loyalty the last thing in 'em
Them starvin' hoes turn Mario
Soon as you hit that brick you see the change in 'em
Let me find the pigeons fly off yo block and it ain't a dumb front
We loadin' trucks up, hittin' that bitch ready to Duck Hunt
And see I ain't gettin' halfway mean
N***a I will put out a blunt on yo face to keep my ashtray clean
I will show you n***as how to act
Take you to where them ridaz at
Let 'em run in ya shit while you sleep and give him a stocking cap
Let me drop a fact, I don't know a n***a cold as me
So it's gon' cost checks to the n***a I cross next/necks like a rosary
I'm ready for whatever, that tool will melt
You and any dude that help
And these knuckles will make a G buckle like Gucci belts
That shit with Time Bomb was a warm up
Y'all still got to see me spar
He got to talkin', I had to put the live shit at a pause like DVR
So if I'm two deep, I'm loaded, so is the man with me
Pringles style, when you pop don't stop 'til the can empty
You just lost Round 2
[Round 3: JC]
N***as like you get on, get shine
And immediately get to changin' they style
That's that fraudulent shit
The cloth that my clique cut from not available now
It's called real
N***as who don't know how fraud feel, y'all come ride with 'em
But you n***as jumpin' at oncomin' traffic to collide with 'em
You not street
You ever had a n***a who knew every block rule, popped tools and stayed on the block deep
Nice hand game and can box sweet
But could look you dead in yo eyes
Point blank range, pop heat and not blink?
Yeah n***a, you got me
A young n***a that ain't scared of shit, I embrace this shit
I could bang a clip and flame a spliff while the barrel lit
You could get hit with all types of bottles
We live by that Nike motto, the name is real
Talkin' will get the n***a you came with killed
'Cause they blazin' steel in the time it take for you to say you will
That's that Yak shit, n***as blast
Shit get bad we turn mechanic: I throw my hood up
They leave all you (oil) leakin' like the engine bad
You a "would do" n***a
All these stories about what's gon’ happen basic
Honestly it don't show that you hood, it show imagination
See real n***as laugh when lames just talk about the matics blazin'
But you should know hood code
We on the "wait 'til I catch you" basis
All I'm hearin' is Rosenberg Raw is vicious
Dawg just listen, the boy be spittin
But they meant literally, fat boy got that lisp
Them "S" words is what cause all that spittin'
But see that's another bad vibe to a hood n***a, dawg suspicious
Round here n***as who can't control they tongue?
We call 'em snitches
So know I'm doin' what I can to make these n***as not rush you
Before you speak on a hood n***a
Realize you got all the hood symptoms to make n***as not trust you
Now I done caught fat boy on a doze off
There's lanes in these streets you don't cross
I will send a slug that'll throw him through the sky
Then stop by to Heaven to drop his soul off
You think muggin' get my people scared?
Muggin' is a evil stare
If they follow you home the first time
The second time they'll meet you there
You don't know the type of shit I'm in
My men will catch you at your mom's house
And leave Rose planted in the garden, he'll fit right in
I could give a fuck if you dig me or believe me, hell
Most n***as don't understand 'til they feel it, it's like readin' braille
Losin' gon' be a win-win to you n***as, it's a fact
To y'all broads, I'm OnStar: you lost but I'll still get you on the map
Speakin' of maps, you in my house
So know it's nothin' to pull a homi in the club
Know this, there's no prints when you catch bodies in the Glove
Right now I'm for all types of action
Pipes and ratchets, snipes and stab him
I put the Glove on then slide out like I'm Michael Jackson
It's like that, long range snipe that, get a blade slice that
Or put pumps on right where they pump life at
I'm a fuckin' specialist, catch this pussy unexpected
We know he don't tuck the weapon
Don't Raw mean unprotected?
I'll bust the Desert, then the fif' slide out
You are in a city I know inside out
The clip blaze then the switchblades leave his insides out
My men ride out, so if it's disrespect I'll get this homo popped
When that can peel 'cause I'm a man steeled like RoboCop
Please Rose, second mic with that .4-5 I squeeze Rose
Thought you was the one, that bullshit don't fly in the D, Rose
You got did dirty in Jersey then washed by Qleen, Rose
This shit pitiful n***a
I gotta kill all y'all, y'all ain't even hospitable n***a
First Time Bomb, this ass-whoopin' meant for you n***a
I am all over PA like a principal n***a
Lie to these n***as, tell 'em how you grip and blam Uzi's
How you in the 7 with the Eagle, you just a Vick fan, truly
If it's real beef, my goons is in that big van cruising
Hop out wavin' a AK like a fan in the Sixth Man movie
You just lost a battle