[Round 1: Zig Zag]
Why would you wanna battle me, knowing yo' mom ain't got no edges?
And her pussy hair's nappy, too
Oh, oh, oh, oh, and while she be toppin', he be knockin'
On the door, cockblockin'
Look, I ain't mad at you
I get why you wanna fight
What? 'Cause I'm givin' your moms the pipe?
I mean, I guess if I caught a n***a givin' my mama D (Momma Dee), I'd...be a Lil Scrappy, too!
I seen your bitch, thought of a plot
Said "Fuck it" and shot my shot
She shot me the addy, I...shot straight to your crib wit' all my shottas, akh
We kick in the door, I'll let off a shot, then all my shottas shot
The next shot I shot hit her and then F.A.M.E. next
All you can hear is, "I'm shot! I'm shot!"
Bitch, you weak in these streets!
If you can't see beef before it happen, yo' ass would be dead
I mean, even through this bird, I (еye) view his third eyе through the back of his head!
Dope, strap, and the bread
He had all of his eggs in one basket
He had to be trippin'
You'll think he sat on them bitches the way we in here yokin' (yolk) his ass up
My oldhead taught me how to get rid of a body...through religious education
He showed me the true meaning of why must limbs (Muslims) be separated
He went from bein' Muslim to atheist
At first, I ain't understand
See, I was dead lost
Said it'll be hard to find God after you cut off his arm, leg, leg, arm, and his head off
I get it now
He said, "The clothes gon' be drenched. You gotta switch 'em out
Or otherwise, it's gon' look like you washed in his blood, and they think you Christian now-"
'Scuse me, I'm from a different era
Don't worry about my age - just know I'm seasoned, n***a
Matter fact, I'll be the same age as my strap on my birthday
And you better pray I don't reach it, n***a
That just mean I'm 38
I'm a son of a gun, yeah, I'm at that special age
I'll let that weapon raise and put one in your lung
Your whole chest'll cave
But if you feelin' froggy, leap - yeah (year)
'Cause after the 29th time this cross yo' mind, you gon' know! Black! History!
Or at least feelin' extra dazed (days)!
Don't get up here and get outta body!
I should kill your league owner for sendin' this goof
Matter fact, as soon-
The moment you 'Lose Yourself', I'll killin' 'im and 'im, (Eminem) too
I told God you'd be dressed to impress when I send Him to you
So I bought him a sweet tux, 'cause it's only right you send him a (cinnamon) suit!
You think you 2Pac!?
You think you 2Pac!?
What, you runnin' wit' Outlaws?
You think you 2Pac!?
...You think you 2Pac!?
Well...I remember the bathroom with your hair, but you think you 2Pac!?
What, you up here runnin' with Outlaws?
Don't get your crew shot
I grab my dawg (Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here (hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef
Yo, fuck it- like Snoop locs
Fuck, damn, yo-
I put my dawg (Dogg) Pound, you'll end up missin' here (hair) like Snoop locs
I do not need new opps
But they said it's true beef, so I drew heat
So if somebody Black holla, "They (holiday) shootin'", I'll pull a Glock-19: Happy Juneteenth!
Yo, I ain't gon' flex
Bills be having me feelin' like Rex when I'm sharin' the stage wit' these rookies
So y'all gon' end up sharin' a shot since you got your dawg facin' (dog face) a pussy!
N***a, you'se a man-tramp!
And his bitch be on my dick, he can't stand that
The fact that after one-two, she blowin' my flute like, "This one time at band camp..."
If that's amusing, wait 'til I stuff his lil' ass in one of them speakers
He won't get found into it
You gon' have to watch VH1 to find out what happened to F.A.M.E. (fame) Behind the Music!
They call me "Zig Zag," n***a!
"Zig" 'cause Z's a G!
Said to make that extra point like a P.A.T.!
I'm a Thriller, n***a!
You better be B-A-D!
He sparred wit' the Man in the Mirror? Well, he ain't ME!
BaRazor shit!
GO!
Gimme my FUCKIN' trophy!

[Round 1: Funeral F.A.M.E.]
Out the gate, this only 24 hours prep
So I ain't got no angles, just some name flips and a bunch of gun sound effects
Like "Headshot...BOW!"
I know y'all hate that gun sound effect
'Til it's a funeral, organs playin'
Now let's see how many that sound affect
A pound is next!
Or I take a rope, wrap it around his neck!
Now Zig Zag (*cough*) chokin' like I'm smokin' him
You know I'll give you that sound effect
Or a round is next!
But before the shot, add a silencer
You know that make the sound deflect
Now it's a headshot - (*ptoo*)
The barrel toned (baritone), that's the sound of death!
Why y'all put me in front of this goofball!?
Big blikky, I'll let a few fly
Billz, tell your dude bye
BOW! I left his soul at the door like jummah!
It's only one round! I'm 'bout to lose my mind!
Get my black clothes ready - it's FUNERAL TIME!
I never go out of business, the streets always provide for me!
Funerals cost - n***as can't even die for free!
Whup, I'm a young gun, so all that OG shit? I am not entertained!
Yeah, you talk the trap well, but, n***a, I am not in amazed
The only influence Zig Zag ever had on me was Iverson braids!
I'm wild in a rage
Yeah, I got a complex...n***a, call me "short" and I get big mad
Then I'll pull a gun from a big bag
And tell the bullet what Tre shoulda told Ricky: "N***a, run in a Zig Zag!"
He take off, I aim, then I pull it slow
Why the fuck I'mma care about Zig Zag? N***a, a bullet don't!
I see this big lil' homie, I start thinking, "Hold up, y'all...I could be in a mountain of trouble.
I mean, what if I can't get it out the coat?
That's a big n***a."
I don't know if a punch can knock him out if we scuffle
That's when I went [?] blazin', n***a I had to shoot it out the bubble
Diaper daddy, I'm so special
I can shoot at any arena, there's test levels
Mascot, silver bulldog, the best metal
Adam Morrison, after the three from the gun Zag'll (Gonzaga) never make it to the next level
I'm that special
But Bill can give you shot after shot after shot
Like he don't know the sorry fuck that you are
Bape shoes
I get a kick outta Bill thinkin' he can turn Zag into a star
Nah, you always yellin' bar razors
Well I'm from here but Kenny don't want the gun in the club, so you know what's at the bar? Razors
I'm a different breed
My pops went to work, I went up the block I spied a way to different flavors
See from Bronx Tale we really let the bar raise us
Then a 'matic fly
But before I hit his beanie (Beenie), Man I gotta ask the guy
Ratchet singin', 'If I Could Be Your Girl'
{gun cocks} N***a Zag aside
Let it rain on the Carolinas, shit I'm talkin' wipe the coast
Shoot Zig Zag in the air with somethin' light then (lightening) bolt
He get a shit bag from a big bag when this flash
Big blade, I hit Zig Zag, with a zig zag
Right at his neck
Shit lookin' like he talkin' to a dispatch
Man down, I seen Bull City with a bullseye and the body riddled on contact
Now Durham in a frenzy
They know it ain't no gettin' no time back
But Carolina always talkin' 'bout Unity
Well let's see if they rally (Raleigh) behind that
.9's clap
I call a play and you gettin' killed
I told my hitter, to be a ball hog, it takes a different skill
That's when he ran down on Zig Zag, n***a this a drill
I lift and peel
Early mornin', I'm on his block stalkin'
He came out, I followed every move he made
I'm talkin' from the trap to his mom's house
N***a he was to the lawyer's office, I took Zig Zag route
I'm tryin' to shake this corner off and the four I'm sparkin'
N***a you just a shoo in that fit the body
And if I kill you twice that's a double homi
Y'all see Zig Zag reboxed; kamikaze