[Round 1: Burke Bucs]
I thought you retired, faggot!
Timberland boots wit’ the gum on the bottom
Stomp dog shit out him, then check the boot to make sure Nunn (none) on the bottom
I know how to work wit’ it
I squirt triggers, hurt n***as
Hit Nun(n) in his head, he thinkin’ of church bitches
I don’t care if his daughter and son love him
Kill the whole house and make sure I leave none of ‘em
Grams, wifey, kids all stuffed in one oven
Twelve holes in him: I’ll turn Nunn (none) to one dozen
All you gon’ hear is somethin’ die
I ain’t gettin’ caught, your body I wanna hide
Aye, Roc, you know how an abandoned house be boarded up? Nunn (none) inside!
Nunn’ll die
Or how ‘bout when Black people call the police and none arrive?
Just like that, when you call the police, Nunn arrive!
I call my guns “twin Reginas”
The shots never run out when I get the lick
Regina Hall and Regina King: both the .40s get the dick
If I slide up like Usher and have it ‘My Way’
It’s gon’ be a Scary Movie on that Friday
I’m wit’ the shits, the biscuit lit
His face light up on some Christmas shit
And I’ll let that bitch dump in your face - you look like you on some kinky shit
He ain’t got enough, his name Nunn
There’s no bullets in this lame gun
I’ll take the clip out, put the one in his head in his head
If I miss, ain’t none
.38, this bitch 30 and 0: it never missed none (Nunn)
I dump TECs
Hit his stomach, kidney, heart, and lung next
This shit’ll push everything out: won’t be none (Nunn) left
Ave killed you, soldier
You should be demoted from battle rapper to blunt roller
All facts! He a bum, or I’m trippin’?
State Prop’, headshot: now he can roll up drippin’
I said...fuck...fuck…
Ayo, I said...fuck, man
…Fuck, I said, Nunn’ll get slapped wit’ the .40
Shit wide open, somethin’ gory
I mean, you can look in and see stories his moms used to tell him as a shorty
Or the .9 clear his mind, this how I’mma send it
Shots everywhere, he update his status every minute
...Fuck…
Jersey…
My shit fucked up
[Round 1: Nunn Nunn]
AYOOOOOOOOO!
Being Cave gave you a push - you ain’t take this spot
They just rush more (Rushmore) to the stage when your face is Roc(k)
Now let’s make the plot
Yeah, I’m white, but I ain’t fuckin’ racist
But you gon’ dread the white boy...like cultural appropriation
I know he hatin’, but who is he?
Fuck he gon’ do wit’ me?
I’ll shoot the thing ‘til ain’t a thing maneuvering
And give no life to this pussy like I’m a Nuvaring!
I’m talkin’ one swing, bitch
I’ll have him lookin’ like he seein’ shit
Or get cut after cut ‘til everything you seen (scene) switch
On me, bitch, anyone in your team trip
We gon’ go live and jump they ass: I’m QueenzFlip!
Now somehow, he thinks me being pale (Pell) Grants an easy attack
But I’mma take him to school, I’m too fast for (FAFSA) that
Reach for the belt like a ladder match
(*swoo*) His dome detached
The Razor’s Edge would (Edgewood) make you feel at home wit’ that!
Infrared over your head when I dump the strap!
“That’s light!” Yeah...but he used to lookin’ up to that!
Y’all overreact to trash, that’s what you broads do
Your fraud crew
Big blade, I split the gas with you like we carpool
I’m on you, it hurt when I flow
I just murk, then I go
This knockoff get knocked off: I have Burke in (Birkin) bags for the low
I’m back - don’t hate, bro
I’m N.O. wit’ the tre (Trae), tho’
That’s 80 (AD) in your center like next season’s Lake Show
Now for sure, shoulda wrote some more
Better warn what your kids in for
I’ll run down on your Young, Bucs, (Buck) like Piperboy in the grocery store
I’ll smoke ya whore
Tell your bitch I get it wetter
I’m sent to meet her (centimeter) wit’ a millimeter
Let’s take it a different measure
You get the Sig or Beretta - which or whatever?
Fuck it, it’s Miss Mary Mack - these lil’ bitches gon’ clap together
I’m back!
He sound like Nunn, I give a fuck y’all disagree
You seen Austin Powers? He ‘bout to be a dead Mini-Me
Semi, have this on (disown) my son like 50
He KD vers’ a Toronto fan: I’ll clap for your injuries!
I’m back, feel like the game been missin’ me
I was gone and they still talked about me, like Jaz virginity!
I got a little bullet for this pussy: it ain’t a fuck toy
Whole world know I’m fuckin’ sick like NBA YoungBoy
I should run? The fuck for? I can’t remember
Watch the Cave members
Can’t wait ‘til all them (autumn) drop like late September
I shank you and your mans that came in wit’cha
LeBron and Kawhi Leonard: I’ll have ‘em sharin’ a Staple(s) Center
You Cave, right? You rep the Bat?
I’m not a supporter
I’mma kill all you motherfuckers
That’s my hit list: I’m gettin’ the Bat in (batting) order
This is torture, so if Bucs start buckin’ up
We gon’ straighten out Bucs (bucks) like the vending machine fuckin’ up!
AYE-AYE-AYE!
So if Bucs buck, I’mma buck-buck!
You know he dead, right?
The irony: this beam had Buc(k) stuck in the headlight
He fuckin’ dead, man!
Round 1, man
1-0, man
[Round 2: Burke Bucs]
I said, you brought your chick to jump Ave
My n***a, that’s dead lame
Lead bang, I’ll hit his shin like my bedframe
Or put the fist in his mouth like his bitch braggin’ ‘bout her head game
I said, Nunn’ll get slapped wit’ the .40
Shit wide open, somethin’ gory
I mean, you can look in and see stories his moms used to tell him as a shorty
Or the .9 clear his mind, this how I’mma send it
Thoughts everywhere, he update his status every minute
The gun loaded, his brains open
But I’m a hustler
They call me “Rookie of the Year”, I get a ball and break an arm
Mom screamin’, “Float it!”
The work float like a speedboat
Oh, shit (Ocean) - y’all forget I’m a Pisces?
That just mean I’m too cool, but the ugly side isn’t righteous
I’ll black if you stab my back
But I’m so cool, your bitch drew
I could bring her to that Cave, but I’m no fool
You grimy, so she grimy, I know rules
Headshot, or you could bungee, my n***as: welcome to Pro- uggh!
Yeah, headshot, or you could bungee, my n***a: welcome to Road Rules
There’s a couple teams wit’ a couple pieces, but Cave do it better
You ever seen Stir of Echoes? Well, I’ll have you dreamin’ ‘bout the feathers
When I say that I’ll mothafuckin’ rock your shit, I’m talkin’ ‘bout my Beretta
Aye, Roc, let’s get this cheddar
Who better? You better?
Hugh Hefner - Nunn gon’ die a legend and leave his bottom bitch wit’ no direction
Aye, Bud, you gon’ dread this Cal’, I slump Gs
‘Cause if I reach in my pants like Al Bundy and test your heart
Man, this big .40’ll make Kelly smart
Sig smokin’, his top red: he playin’ Peggy part
Beretta spark, or pistol-whip him in the eye
He gon’ wake up thinkin’ he scored four touchdowns at Polk High
I got the sword, goin’ through his ribs and spinal cord
The other side stickin’ out...I could use it as a diving board!
Mask on, I’ll flip your lid if you play wit’ ya life, dummy
Sidney Dean, hat, socks, shorts - I’m diggin’ everywhere for the money
Y’all gon’ witness the evolution of a King, that’s facts
I’m ‘bout to embarrass this n***a like my roommate pay all the bills - to the max!
Who is strapped? You is strapped?
Ruger clap
Turn this guy to stir-fry, but I don’t need no noodle packs
Brain shot, I’m Hannibal cookin’ while you viewin’ that
I get excited ‘bout the cake
Beam on the gun like Saturday night bowling - these lights bring excitement to the place
I’ll bring the lightning to your place
Thunder, 808s
.40s, big bass
The whole fuckin’ party gon’ shake, but they ain’t groovin’, n***a
So many monsters out that Cave, shit confusin’, n***a
A spark started it all, yeah, I laid the blueprint, n***a
An OG in this shit for real - I’m just playin’ the part of the student, n***a
Big .40, but for no reason, I’ll slap him first
Give the doc some bands to stitch him wrong, then dap the nurse
Gorilla shit
I’ll take a Adderall and hit hard as a gorilla hit!
Picture this: I’m Curry wit’ the shot
I’ll send 30 on the drop
Cave everywhere, I ain’t gotta worry ‘bout an opp’
AK on my face, on some terrorist shit
Arabic shit - scratch that, Israelian shit
You that bitch in the Alien flick, and I’m the alien, bitch
Beam over his body, like he gettin’ abducted by an alien ship!
I was talkin’ to a killer on the phone! (Who was it!?)
It was my bro YK
He told me, “Pistol-whip him, and leave him slayed like this”
I bet your mama never told you you’d be dazed like THIS!
You’d get stomped out wit’ your man if you bringin’ him
Converses on Nunn, Chucks (nunchucks) in his face like Michelangelo swingin’ ‘em
Gang, gang, gang…
[Round 2: Nunn Nunn]
Ayo!
You said I brought my bitch out vers’ Ave
That shit we been known
That shit been droned
All these battlers talk about is my ex, ex, ex (XXX)...’til somebody get Tentacion’d
I’mma kill him in 1 and 2, ‘cause your record like 1 and 2, for one
And 2...you couldn’t win if you wanted to
So what we speakin’ ‘bout?
If the beef in route, ain’t no speakin’ it out
I’m Kawhi wit’ the Raptors: take one ring, and I’m out
I’m dyin’? Highly unlikely
I’m not the one, don’t try me
Walk in and meet God wit’ a mop like Bruce Almighty
I’m grimy
This ain’t a mystery
He asked for a Banned Legacy, and got erased from history
That’s light - that’d be the light in your eye
You think this shit hard?
Inf’ bar, he blinded by the light in the eye (I) like Pixar!
You bitch fraud!
All this overhypin’, we don’t need it, fam’
Roc gas gettin’ outta hand like Glueazy smackin’ the weed again!
I peep the scam
I’m white, I got a nice life-

Aye, aye, I ain’t gon’ do it, I ain’t gon’ do it
I said- (*chuckles*)

Aye, listen
I said, I’m white, I got a nice life, and I like livin’
Ha...sound like white gimmicks
When my parents got off crack, felt like my white privilege
But I get it! I’m white!
I’m from the South, I live in a trailer - I can’t front for y’all
I am a redneck
Wit’ this rifle, I could put Bucs’ (buck’s) head on the fuckin’ wall!
I give a fuck who stamped this!
I’m gettin’ Buc’ shot (Buckshot): it’s the Boot Camp Clik
It’s murder (Murda) wit’ a Calico(e), on some Summer Impact shit!
And he gotta bear it (Barrett) like the New York Knicks’ draft pick!
Let’s rap, bitch!
I heard you and Roc’s shit like, “Yeah, I know Roc gon’ spaz”
Then I got to your verse and skipped right past
Double Dragon!? Roc, why you let him write that trash!?
When these toolies (two Lees) kickin’, the only thing double draggin’ your body bags
Let’s rap, bitch
I’m still a threat
I double back, flippin’ like BMX
Bucs (bucks) gettin’ marked out: this a counterfeit test
So try swing and (in) your face off (faceoff) like Bill and Rex
I named the gun “Jade”
Don’t make me dump my heat
It bang on a lil’ bitch - yo, she (Yoshi) wig in the fuckin’ street
(You had to be here!)
It’s a difference in you and me
You ain’t go state-to-state on them Greyhound trips
Get it out the mud from small leagues and ain’t get paid shit
Years in the making, had to wait for this
Losses came and went
I overcame pain, man, I slaved for this
That’s what make me sick
‘Cause it feel like SMACK doin’ Roc a favor and they just gave you this!
Well, lemme show you why they gave me this
I hate you, bitch
So in a matter of seconds, don’t ask any questions
I start flashin’ the weapon
Don’t try me, I keep the piece (peace), you’ll pass if (passive) aggressive
Shells splatter intestines
The docs can’t get bucks outta Bucs like he a bad investment!
Round 2, man, let’s go

[Round 3: Burke Bucs]
“It look like broccoli at the top!”
I had the battle world sayin’, “Oh, man!”
Now wit’ the long nose in his face: that’s the carrot for this snowman
I guess Nunn think Bucs won’t snap on him
‘Cause I’m the cool cat on him, laidback on him
No wildin’, just black on him, then clap on him
Didn’t know the strap was on him ‘til it felt like 100 burnin’ matches on him
His bitch? Bad
I’ll pistol-whip her ‘til she no longer gorgeous
Get the safe number and explain, “I only did it ‘cause the money important”
BOW! No witness, I’m no dipshit
How I used to get rich in the bookings?
I used to whip shit that looked like rotten milk when I’m cookin’
Big rocks, floatin’ in somethin’ milky, ‘bout the wrist - watch
Y’all ain’t hear me? I said big rocks, floatin’ in somethin’ milky, caught a wristwatch
I’m speedin’ past, I’m Michael Schumach’, and this a pit stop
He ain’t savage as me
He heard he had a battle wit’ me and rattled his teeth how Scooby and Shaggy would be
They like, “You gon’ let this white boy scream in your face?”
Nah, I’ll beat him ‘til he black, red, and green in the face
White mask on, lookin’ like Scream in the face
My bitch Nina nasty, she’ll bust off some cream in your face
I said, I’m a different new breed
I’ll take your new seed and plant ‘em like I’m tryna grow new trees
Or it can get too strange
Put your granddaddy and aunt in the dirt like I’m tryna cross-breed a new strain
I was born for winnin’
I tell all my victims, like, “I’mma fuck you up
But let’s make a movie - I got Stephen King horror vision”
I’ll leave you in a distorted, injured position wit’ important ligaments missin’
Chase the kids under the house
I’m on some bullshit when I visit, like, "Stand still!"
Diaper in his mouth, give him a shit-face like Craig in the kitchen
I'm tired of these neglected bums bumpin' they infected gums!
Keep my name out your mouth, or in goes the gun
You get me started? The big Larkin sparkin'
Fishin' for a battle will only have them fishin' out your carcass
I be limpin' when I stroll up
Stuck my shells and slugs under my shirt
They like, "Why you walkin' slow, Bucs?"
Put a slug and shell in his shirt - look like he rockin' Slowbucks
You ain't worried?
I see it in his face - oh, bitch, you worried
Y'all ain't hear me? I see his face on the obituary
Aye, URL, they got me in that mood
Wildin', ready act a buffoon
Rooftop, scope on...I could shoot a Golden Graham off his spoon!
Fuck...Gang, man

[Round 3: Nunn Nunn]
I said, third round 'bout to be easy as hell...let him know
A lot of rappers done met their death befo'
But this like landin' on Boardwalk...you next to Go
I pump-fake wit' the jab, he start flinchin'
Took the bait, I throw a hook in: I'm goin' fishin'
This bitch? On my platform!? Her soul lifted
I’m the best wit’ this soul cookin’ since church women!
When I shoot, I don’t miss
I’ll shoot at your miss
How I’m gettin’ her wet’s a deuce in (seducin’) your bitch
So don’t trip like the victim isn’t y’all
Or get a hundred stabs, you get involved
I know - too much cut might kill him, but I’m fittin’ all! (fentanyl)
Your pockets? We rippin’ it off
They panickin’, don’t know what’s goin’ on
I’m talkin’ dollars, cents, down to the lint - everything gone
And I ain’t even want the money, I just did it for fun
I’ll throw your Wealth in the crowd like the other Da Don
It’s Nunn Nunn, 1 of 1
Fuckin’ fool!
I’ll have him passin’ out, swole, like you and your cellie cool
Personals, prob’ly won’t do, ‘cause I don’t know about you
And keep it 100, Bucs (bucks) just shinin’ out the blue
I don’t feel him
Smack say, “Get ‘im”, I go get ‘im
I was down, but the Marathon Continues, I’m prolific
I’ll stomp him, kick him, his heart start skippin’
That’s two left feet, fuckin’ up the beat
I’m white, bitch - you know I ain’t got no rhythm!
But who said I can’t flow?
Who said I can’t flow? Now that just sound like the ho in him
This a breached birth, baby: this delivery gon’ kill him!
Smack, you really think Bucs gon’ make it?
That’s faker than fuck
You lookin’ like Ray Charles wit’ a 20 right now...you know you can’t count Bucs (bucks)!
One shell, I’ll kill him, crazy as fuck
That’s one, Buc(k) - like Smokey’s mom, I’mma make it enough
Nah, fuck the guns!
(Yeah, I told y’all I was gon’ kill him, motherfucker)
Fuck the guns!
We fightin’ or what?
I’m Gambit: wit’ these hands I’m dealt, I’ll light him up
Left hook, right hook, uppercut!
Break his jaw
Western Union: they gotta wire Bucs (bucks)!
I’m-
Man...get him the fuck off my stage, man!
What’s up, man!?
Make some noise, man