[Round 1: Ave]
Turn me up a lil’ bit
Turn me up a lil’ bit, JB
Yo, yo - can you hear me?

I said, yo...
We here now, bitch - the waitin’ is over
I took a break from my goal to step down to stop Will (wheel) like the brakes on a stroller
See, I wasn’t s’posed to take this route on purpose
I just made time to bring the Land lines (landlines): who need house phone service?
Do I look nervous?
Well, let’s keep it a stack - I’m wit’ whatever
That’s facts!
N***a, don’t take this rap to a different level
Get smacked in this bitch, lil’ fella
Throw palm to grill or hold arms to Will (wheel): that’s Axel in Twisted Metal!
I’m a devil, and you not on my level
You beef with me?
Every Bone’ll be discovered in Cleveland: I’m Eazy-E
And we startin’ wit’ the arms
Now if I peel for Will, but I miss, his cousin’ll get him: he Carlton at the prom
But I’m calm ‘cause I don’t wanna bomb on this fucker, man
That shit just bring drama and karma, you understand?
But n***as always think you playin’
So for suckas wit’ threats, it’s Chuckie on Fresh
I’ll shoot Will (wheel) down on the other hand
‘Cause n***as swearin’ that your life that real
I don’t let none of that shit fly, fam’ (FlyFam): I will ice-pack (IcePack) Ill
Now we could start wit’ the fists, then come to y’all wit’ the clips
Double back and light up the Yak (‘gnac): I know bartender tricks!
But on the real, we could do this shit here
Got plenty goonies
More monsters comin’ outta the Land than Tremors movies
So let him go get his toolie
Ave side all legit
Tell Will (wheel) tread light: that’s bad tires on the whip
I’ll fire from the whip, record it, share the kill
For my amusement, but y’all prob’ly feel it ain’t fair it’s Will (Ferris Wheel)
But these n***as know the drill
Let him know how we rockin’
Either shots or beat a Homi better than Johnnie Cochran
So what’s poppin’?
‘Cause n***as got you locked as some thug hero, a lil’ Deebo
But I swear it don’t budge me, bro
Keep braggin’ how you cool wit’ the Wolf - duh, Negro!
You just jumpin’ back so I.C.E (ice) can protect you: he Sub-Zero!
We know that you ain’t that n***a, lil’ fam’, so chill
Matter fact, Smack ain’t even the reason you standin’ here
I’m who helped your damn career
‘Cause if I ain’t answer yeah, these n***as would plain (plane) let Will (wheel) down: that’s landing gear
But on the real...pussy, I coulda been wrapped you up
On BL before UFF: that’s not a bluff
I took Rum, and now this?
More Yak (‘gnac), ain’t that a bitch?
Y’all twisted - this the last straw wit’ this liquor ish (licorice)
‘Cause now I’m pissed
I wanna get the glizzy from the V
Put 14 in the clip wit’ one head set to squeeze
And I can call the Titles, G
It’s just that Roc and Tsu a side (Suicide) Squad, so Will gettin’ this Deadshot from me
‘Cause you ain’t G!
N***a frontin’, and he know it
It’s all a stunt, man, he trollin’
One pump, tell him jump if he want it
Got plenty guns, when we dump, he ain’t blowin’
‘Cause his bitch ass gon’ be busy fallin’ back soon as some are (Summer) Reloaded
That’s ‘cause he bogus
I don’t need no strap for this act, king
For real, I’ll fight off Ill like a vaccine
When he swing, I’mma slide, bro - watch
Let him fall, then give Will the metal arm - that’s how I, Robot
Aye, tell him, Roc
‘Cause you know we do more than the Glock-dumpin’
AA-12...that’s not a warning the cops comin’
‘Cause he rap like a villain
The same breath of lies (breathalyze) gon’ be why this 12 make him blow out all that Yak (‘gnac) in his system
Man, who gon’ miss him?
‘Cause his old lady hate to be wit’ him
So once I take her, he can save it, ain’t no way she’ll rekindle
Like, he get locked, it ain’t no paper to send him
Even if Bill belle a check (Belichick), bitch, you better not show no Patriotism!
And that’s on God, ho
In fact, don’t call, bro
‘Cause that’s gon’ only piss me off and I’mma go off mo’
‘Cause Brizz hashbrowned you so far, yo
So a slight cough, he (coffee) get biscuits bakin’ (bacon) his egg: that’s the whole combo
I’m on go
Already got my paper from homes
So blame Cheeko when his face is what I Razor ‘im on (Ramon)
And I’m so out there in the field, I could get his parents killed wit’ just a look
You should know I got power starin’, Will (steering wheel)
I’ll run down on his Jamaican wit’ it tucked, F him up
Find that paper he makin’ wit’ all the work and extra stuff
Sit him down and tie him up
Now he cryin’ - that’s enough
“Man, keep the work, but take the bread”
Wait, take the what and left the WHAT!?!
Man, knock it off!
Headshot, watch it fall
Then we spin off Fast & Furious: Hobbes & Shaw!
That’s call!
[Round 1: Ill Will]
(*Ill Will starts muttering under his breath*)
What’s wrong? Y’all can’t hear me?
Y’all don’t like how I’m doin’ my rap?
That’s you n***as’ problem - y’ain’t s'posed to tell ‘em how you move on the Ave
You sent a shot at me, I sent a lot back
Tryna flirt, n***a?
I’m tryna have this .50 split Ave like a Earthbender
I'm the worst n***a
.40 and an AR, that's all I need for Norfolk in Virginia
The .40 bustin', but once AR come out, it ain't no folk in Virginia!
I heard about your lil' Cave Gang buddies a few weeks ago
They the sucka type
I know y'all wanna get that hoe n***a stigma off y'all
Prove that shit another night
Fuckin' right!
Not tonight - two swift ones'll get your mouth wired
Or Will (wheel) flatten the face on Ave like Mrs. Doubtfire!
I hate this n***a!
I was gon' fuck ya bitch, but I ain't playin' wit' ya
I'mma just let my dog poke her (poker) while I paint the picture
Now that was fire
You remember the paintings of the dogs playin' poker, Ave
But I ain't through wit' murder
The .40 lift the lid on Ave like a sewage worker
Steel in his mind!
Revolver spin him to dust...I'mma remember this time
You give William obstacles?
Children's hospital: it's just Ill and a .9
Large .4, flashin' sticks like Star Wars
I do it for the green, bitch, like Star-Lord
I’ll beat him bad
Bones, breakin’ on Ave without the cardboard!
Long burner!
He ain’t even see the flash, it was too bright
Yeah, his Top landed on the n***as behind him like a Mook fight
The pipe spit
He ain’t gon’ like this
I’ll slide somethin’ sharp across Ave like a spike strip
Hol’ up…
We know you a puncher, we just waitin’ on that star to show up
Take lines like “spike strip”...those the type that made Will (wheel) blow up!
[Ave]
Yeah! I like that! Do yo’ shit! Do yo’ shit!

[Ill Will]
Fuck Ave - the metal’ll spit
Yo’ repetitiveness ain’t ready for this level of spit
Veteran shit
Chopper fly, propeller your bitch
He thought it was easy (Eazy) before the deal, ‘til I Jerry Heller’d the shit
Now it’s Ruthless
I ain’t leavin’ options, the heater poppin’
Gun right on the eyes of Ave - the Streets Is Watchin’!
This shit'll murk you
If not, the doctor lookin' like, "This shit a hurdle
At least four shells comin' out the top of Ave like a Ninja Turtle"
I'm in your circle like, "What you say, my n***a? Sound it out"
We all in the section (intersection), circlin' Ave
I'mma show you what this round about
The Glock illegal!
I pop, it's lethal!
Laser beams on a Shark: I'm DR. EVIL!
You very soft
I'll have you leakin' spaghetti sauce
John Wick 3: put a vest on or these two bury (Berry) dog!
Who said this fat n***a gon' beat me?
That's why I'll give this bitch an ovation
This bitch in yo' station
One .357, pin it on Ave - sound like I sent the location
That's how it go, Ave!
I'm dangerous wit' a long forty-fo', Ave
You see me stress, fuck the GPS - you better know, Ave
Bro, if I even think they flex, I'll break they neck
One-two, then a melee next
He swing, I lean, act left, then right (write) the n***a like a JPay text
The heater up
Doctor talkin' to his mama like, "Ma'am, we're gonna keep in touch.
We slowed down the bleeding, and I think we're gonna keep him up"
I stormed in, in battle mode, like, "Fuck slowin' it down - SPEED IT UP!"
The fif' on him!
Then I click on him!
He throwin' up so much blood, Tekashi snitched on him!
Mothafucka!
That's a wrap - YakTown in this bitch!
[Round 2: Ave]
Aye, I don’t never fuck around
I bring war to who they send me to kill
Don’t take nothin’ light, but I feel like I’m an enemy still
‘Cause y’all n***as be gassin’ sewage for real
Wait - water, light, gas, sewage
You gon’ credit my utility, Bill!
I’m from the field
How y’all n***as livin’ is quite bitch
I’m old-school, like stickin’ incense in the light switch!
So all this hype shit, dead it
‘Cause I’ll throw these shits wit’ force
Or use the ox (aux), but twist it: it’s a shortage in the cord
So get your boy, ‘cause I ain’t ‘bout to let him play or try me
I’m still wit’ whatever - just rather chill than face a body
‘Cause if I have to bring a shotty
They’ll prob’ly have to come and Mike P the Xcel
You know - Yellow Tape the Homi!
It’s not a problem, William
I ain’t come all the way to the Land to steal on a n***a like I’m some kind of pilgrim
But if you on some coward shit, bro
Then this tre (Trey) wit’ this .50 gon’ fuck up more than the Power intro!
So let him know, worldwide, n***as rollin’
I’ll send the block to Pontiac like your tires were stolen
My Loc screamin’, “Should we kill him?”
Normally, I won’t get the Crips started up on nobody fam’, but I’ll Tookie William’s (Williams)
‘Cause I’m tired of n***as flexin’
Tical just did your record?
All in your video reckless, you wildin’ wit’ aggression?
Like your violence is perfected?
I’ll put him to the test to prove it ain’t what he thought - that’s bein’ Scientific, Method
I’m respected, and that’s why he shoulda known not to try us
I’ll pop up Ill: that’s a 24-hour virus
They’ll find his n***as miserable
‘Cause they done lost another n***a from the Yak (‘gnac) who ain’t never gon’ reach his Pinnacle!
I’m wit’ it, fool
‘Cause you ain’t that brolic, though, homes
But I promise this ain’t the problem you want
But don’t let your Harlem n***as stop you, you grown
Man, I will dance with Bill in front of the Apollo...you know, like how the Cosbys come on
‘Cause all that soft shit change it
Fuck the talk - just bang it
Big hammer bangin’ on Will (wheel): I’m CrossFit trainin’
So blame him for all that tough talk floppin’
So what I took a piece from Pontiac? (*chk-chk*) I’m junkyard shoppin’
So how we rockin’?
Is we keepin’ it rap, or we ridin’, Will?
‘Cause my passion mixed wit’ hunger and snappin’ what got me here
But if it’s a problem, I’mma drop this queer
And if the cops get static, I’m shootin’ badges: add it to my career (MyCareer)
It’s no fear
Why I’m s’posed to be scared?
Who cares if they missed the bar? I had a whole sentence over my head!
So you and Willie P can share a .9
I’ll put this Will (wheel) down flat and the other Will (wheel) in the trunk in my spare time
So don’t try it, ‘cause it’s shit that I like that you stand for
Talentwise, I knew you was a problem for damn sure
Like all your UFF wars
I still remember watchin’ how you made Sno fall (Snowfall)
But see, I ain’t that man, boy (Manboy)
I’m a different n***a, people
My wickedness is deeper
If this turn to an issue, I’m thinkin’ it could get medieval
‘Cause this tough shit your demeanor
‘Til I seen Mr. Hightower make you his bitch, had you like Principal Regina
Yeah, I seen ya, he ain’t want problems wit’ brother man
Plus, I heard Rain checked you like he ran into other plans
So what, you gon’ bring up my man’s lil’ scuffle in NY?
I won’t dare so I don’t care, and it’s fuck the other side
But you try, and I’ll show you I can really thump, chump
Get a knot on top of a knot: watch how Willy lump-lump
And I’m there if Myron’ll jump ‘cause I’ll fuck around and clap
Favorite restaurant slackin’: shit gon’ be runnin’ outta Mackk (mac)
Or I’ll line him up to spray on the wall: that’s graffiti
Your queen’ll die missin’ her eye: Nefertiti
Your son? That’s a freebie
But what I consider closure for real is when your soul (sole) over, Will (wheel): that’s a Heely!
We not the same
I’m a rumblin’ mu’fucka
Mackk jump, then I’mma slump him and humble him from the knuckles
If Murda come in to tussle, fuck him
In fact, you can tell Will and J to (Jada) swing: get hit from another couple
I’m tougher, and if you don’t like it, fucker, then test
‘Cause if I reach for this buckle, I’mma buck in a second
Shit, what’s up wit’ this weapon? It didn’t clap
Summer Impact: the .40 fucked up, but the butt was respected
N***a, this the second

[Round 2: Ill Will]
Ave...would you please...shut yo’...punchline...bitch-ass UP!?
FUCK! That shit irritatin’ as fuck…
Y’all really be wantin’ to hear that?
This how he be soundin’...
“Listen up, fella - I advise you not to start nothin’
‘Cause once I snap on the Mitten, think verbal Avengers…”
Bruh, they knows (Thanos) that bar comin’
But the gat spark
“Aye, Ill, we need more than punchlines!” - that part
That’s when I pull up like SKRRR-RR-RT!
If Will (wheel) take off on Ave, it’s gon’ leave more than a black mark
I’m tired of these n***as, actin’ like they sellin’ a bunch of work
‘Til you pull the barrels out on Ave: now it’s construction work
Blue notes, that’s what I acquire (choir)
I’m gettin’ Cali ‘bows
Music to my ears as the plug talkin’ ki’s (keys)
You in the V - can you handle those?
I’m havin’ trouble (treble) thinkin’ you orchestrated any sales
That equal lies (equalize) this man done told
If n***as talkin’ base (bass), like, ten or (tenor) more, I’m in Soprano mode
Now I said soprano, tenor, bass-
People like, “God damn!” - I'm a Devil wit’ this
I just wanted to break him down just like music to show y’all it’s levels to this
Fuck Ave!
You talk what I walk
I really had the best smoke in
I had the vets tokin’
Fuck credit, I never left a debt open
I remember I told this old lady, “I don’t give a fuck what it is, ma’am - a gram’ll (mammogram) have yo’ chest open”
You lucky I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama and what she do wit’ her mouthpiece
You ain’t gettin’ no immunity out me
I’m givin’ shots out on Ave like community outreach
Doubt me! I’ll be on his block, waitin’
We gon’ catch him from the far side
Crazy how we tryna ice Ave, but we ain’t lettin’ one car slide
You was scared to battle my brother
Took the money and skated, now that’s grimy
Now you gotta see Myron in his old age - the MAC (Mackk)-90
Lookit here
You fuckin’ wit’ a n***a that’ll be done took it there
Talkin’ ‘bout you a killer
It ain’t a body on Ave until I put it there
I’ll slump you, then slump your son
You don’t like me, fam’
I left the kid wit’ somethin’ cold on Ave like the ice cream man
You better have the best manners
That’s what happens when you call out n***as...Death answer
These n***as’ll march on Ave for Ill, but they walkin’ for breast cancer
Take the .40
I’ll make you and another n***a skate together: Blades of Glory
Change of story
You gon’ say you done what to me?
You a dumbfuck - toolie, give him a gun-butt, truly
This ratchet (k)not a bitch like a Young Buck groupie!
I hold a grudge, bruh
This revolver on me, I won’t budge once
These five rounds on Will (wheel) ain’t lug nuts!
That’s how you make a Will flip
That’s a Will flip
When you was in a sticky situation
I was raisin' ratings on a syndicated station
Penetratin' nations, from innovative statements
Renovatin' spaces
You in the face of Satan
I'll disintegrate your greatness
This'll lay Ave down, this'll lift him off the pavement
I'm a demon wit' this
One shot, he leavin' this bitch
Leave Ave chalked out on ave chalked out...I ain't gon' keep repeatin' this shit!
This n***a gon' tell Glueazy, "Throat shot - 'Uhggh-uhggh-uhggh' - now he know baby talk"
And they was trippin' out
Until I picked that baby up on Ave: that's Tre comin' from Ricky house
YakTown in this bitch!

[Round 3: Ave]
Just wanna address somethin' real quick
Say, it's a lot of sucka shit been shown in the Culture
If that's n***as' M.O., then speak it clear
'Cause whatever energy n***as on, let's leave it there
I don't even wanna talk to y'all
There's a few that's not the squad
But you ain't wit' Cave, fuck you...and that's on and off the cards
Now you go hard, or is that some shit you tell scared folks?
'Cause I promise you it ain't none over here
No, hell no
I got a team that love to go there, bro
And I'll let 'em know every shot goin' to Will
I feel like Bel-Air coach
Think it's a joke, and find out how serious it gets
'Cause life is funny...'til n***as start disappearin' from the clips
And I'm down wit' catchin' licks
Wit' missions I been trill
Catch him spendin' (spinnin') paper wit' the stick and I'll pin Will (pinwheel)
So how you feel?
I'll let you decide where this lead, papi
You know where I'm at, and I'm strapped wit' the thing by me
This won't be a clean body
'Cause my shooters know whatever whip they in, n***as .40in' (40 and) up, like Team Homi
Let him try me
I'mma keep quiet, the rocket talk
Jesus might take the Will (wheel), but the bullet gon' drop him off
Or I could slide to yo' house, 100 rounds to throw out
Clear double-drum, that bitch look like a owl wit' no mouth
That's what I'm 'bout
These n***as run they mouth mad shady
Knowin' beef can lead to creepin' on your old-ass lady
'Cause you ain't gon' hold Ave, baby
I'm so foul
On my soul, child (Soulchild), I'll kill your love, buddy, (B.U.D.D.Y.) goin' just Half Crazy
It ain't just me
N***as can find out the hard way
Got his onion fried quick just as soon as he saw Tay (sauté)
Shit, all my n***as be wildin'
Get the shitness be out him
Then catch Mackk (Mac) wit' the bat - yeah, he Mr. 3000
'Cause y'ain't 'bout it
I mean, it's obvious that bro yell, "Goon"
Frontin' like he buck it (bucket) for I.C.E (ice): that's a hotel room
Man, I ain't moved, 'cause I'm good wit' these, too
That's real important
Each side'll get a (k)not well-matched: have Ill assorted
Yeah, you call it, 'cause trust me, I'm far from the scary cats
Call your brother
Man, I'll pull the fuck up to where he at
I don't care nothin' 'bout the Yak
Even the neighbors gettin' clapped
Lil' Terry, Old Mister Jerry, even Miss Mary, Mack(k)
Wait, speakin' of Mackk...why you chained to his pocket?
That shit depressed
Like, you cool with bein' Will lil' dog and not a vet?
That don't make you upset?
You barkin' all these bars, that's yo' job
N***a, you tryna tell me yo' gig a pet (Giga Pet)?
Wait, wait, think a sec
'Cause he don't want you to sign from all your skills
He wanna be the Michigan star wit' that awesome deal
But Em' put y'all on, for real
You never was gon' blow up yourself
You prob'ly still hopin' they Fire Marshall, Bill
But I'm ill
Pussy, I been a problem killin' leagues
Smack, n***as run from me more than responsibilities
'Cause I be shakin' the gods
That's why the only choice was call in Ill
I got a couple sick days on the job
I ain't gon' starve
I'm from the Rod, faggot - we grindin'
Picture me waitin' for a battle rap staff to feed mine
I got a family, slime
Plus I'm a soldier
So the only way Smack my controller if the batteries dyin'
Had to trap 'cause I'm good
Everything I ever cop(ped) got off, like how the pigs killin' Blacks in the hood
See, I was special wit' the grams and connected wit' the tan
And made figures wit' the trees: I'm Edward Scissorhands
So listen, fam', we nothin' alike
Your life generic
Bird-ass n***a, said what I said - you can't compare it (parrot)
'Cause you ain't the man to me, n***a
I understand why he bitter
He in Pontiac broke down: y'all abandoned vehicles
It's that simple
See, Swave why y'all losses pathetic
Already claimin' y'all the only ones wit' heart in this settings
I don't give a fuck 'cause he said it
My n***a, I will really hospital Bill
And that don't mean I'm takin' off for yo' credit
I been authentic
Y'all runnin' 'round tryna prove he tougher
Well, beatin' bitches don't make you vicious or move me, sucka
'Cause if she was mine and you'da touched her
It's on until he suffer
We'll be everywhere you go, Billy ho (Hoyle): the Stucci brothers
I ain't no bluffer, 'cause n***as know I been 'bout that action
.30 under the .40: that's that improper fraction
But if hands the department
Will better be on point, straight up, to get it jumpin' like he dancin' with Carlton!
Man, what we talkin'?
I told you, "Fix my plate", right, Smack?
'Cause they was sleepin' - it's time I bring my state right back
I don't give a fuck about these sucka n***as! They type wack
'Cause I'm a n***a outta Norfolk...straight like that!

[Round 3: Ill Will]
Yo, y'all ready?
'Bout to close this out right
C'mon, quiet down
I'm 'bout to close this out right for y'all
I just wanna say, first of all, this my first time in Cleveland and I appreciate y'all mu'fuckas
But on a serious note...
You look like Robin Harris...but look, and Carl Winslow
I don't know whether to call you Carl Harris...or Robin Winslow
For real, though
But the next shit I say, don't take it as no hate
I'm just helpin'
All you do is punch every round
That's boxin'...yourself in
Where is the star power, like, "Aye, y'all remember when Ave did this?"
You ain't seein' that?
You in a group with Roc, Chess, Bri- they can't teach you that!?
Well, look, n***a, I'm teachin' you tonight
OK, we see you got punches
We seein' that you bright
See, Roc can teach you them other components
(*whispers*) Just don't let him teach you how to fight
This is WAR, man!
The .4 blam!
Chess! You the new General!
Tay Roc, you the doorman!
Say somethin'!
These motherfuckas support fam'!
But you need Roc
I need not
This lane the best
But if you lack Tay, then how you gon' milk this - Chess?
Lactatin'!? Milk this!? Chess!?
That was fuckin' cold!
Especially when I'm tryin' to say they lettin' the baby take over the mother load (lode)
I'm in ANOTHER MODE!
And I'm a Thiller, 'cause this is 50
It's really pretty
I put it under Ave to put Ave under Ave like a hidden city
The semi dumpin'
I'll ring on a ho: Pretty Woman
Who Shark!? You Shark?
I'll get you wet up for a 8-ball: now you a pool Shark
I'm too dark!
N***as don't act up
You know that's tough
BOW! Doctors gotta use barricades to close Ave up
Stick long as a harpoon, he get hit off the arc
One shot'll take his top off smooth, that's how I fin (fend) off a Shark
It's been awfully dark
That's why the heater blaze
I could put a couple dollars on, you will be amazed
I could just drop a ticket on Ave, like a meter maid
You lucky I ain't pull up in Norfolk, you woulda been smoked
Wouldn't even need the OR...that's how I end (N) folk
I'm overdone
Big shells, mo' to come
I'm walkin', arms locked on Ave: "We Shall Overcome"!
The .4 spread!
If more come, then it's more dead
Spit them candy (w)raps, but let shit go sour and see where this war heads (Warheads)
And I'm standin'!
Blam my cannon
This. Will. Impact Ave more than Hancock landin'!
I up the Glock!
Don't get fuckin' shot
Patrick-ass n***a: you only a star because you under Roc(k)
I'm in murk mode
I burst fo'
If I bury Ave, that's when he became a dirt road
But this street...?
Suge pocket-checked you
He ain't pinch me
Geechi said "You'se a bitch"...he skipped me
Shine was pointin' all in your- bitch, please
Lights, camera, action
This is cool, but the hood my reality
If I'm ridin' down on Ave wavin' the fif', that's just good hospitality
But I'm just tryin' to bring the pain down
I'm tryin' to figure out how the blood can just rain down!
Y'all remember Al Fatz?
"I done came down, I done came down..."
But wait! The gun'll give him a KNOT, a KNOT, a KNOT, and it came (down!)

I'm that n***a
They know

Aye, but y'all tell him he better take advice
Before I make yo' wife...take the pipe
And make her show me where all the white at like Shaker Heights

(*That bar gets the Cleveland crowd energized as they cheer for Ill Will*)

Aye, but look!
To all you non-Clevelanders...Shaker Heights is a suburb where the White people are
That's why it was brought up
As far as the white, I was ta-
I'm sure y'all caught up
But listen...
(*to Smack*) You just let n***as be some tryin' mu'fuckas
I be tryin' mu'fuckas
For two years straight, I've been fryin' mu'fuckas
"I thought I was yo' gu-"
BOW! That's what you get, you (lyin' mothafucka!)
But I killed you, n***a!
But I'm still your folks
I just want you to know you go against me, your will get wrote!
N***as say they the best, but I'll kill the GOAT!
Any ill will towards Ill Will, Ill will get ill and you (WILL get smoked!
YakTown in this bitch!)