[Round 1: Snake Eyez]
Fuck the coin! I'm goin' first
Let's go, I'm goin' first
Y'all ready?
Ayo...
I said, y'all n***as think I give a fuck about them faceoffs?
Talkin' 'bout bitches I popped or how I live wit' my pops?
You coulda got less anger
Fuck your NYB army
I'm your death-claimer, lead-banger
'Cause no matter how you suited, you still die: Craig Sager
Nobody gave a fuck about you, Hoffa
Gimme dumb cred
As far as URL, you were slumped dead
Fuck what you once said
I won that poll wit' Hollow, Clips, and Mook
That's how we bumped heads
So I'm the reason you on this Cam', cousin
But now I ain't stoppin' 'til it's Bloodshed!
I watched Showoff and K whip yo' ass
And you elite? Stop
You had your time, moment to shine
Let the young G's rock
Yo' last battle, you was fumblin' all over the place, but you let heat cock!?
"Headshot" what? You couldn't even aim at T-Top!
You 40, still tryna thug in battles
Wearin' "Pac Juice", embarrassin' 'Pac name with such apparel
Brand-new pump, I'll fuck up your features if I dump it at you
Meanin' I'll show you a different Method, Man, wit' this 'Double Barrel'!
The last time you jotted anything that we considered hot
Came at Double Impact when Cortez fucked up the Milly Rock
The steel'll pop, then dish it off
Am I bein' direct? I ain't for the flexin'
Cable cord 'round his neck...we see shit from different sides of the Spectrum
Your bitch, you won't have Time to warn her (Warner)
I'll find out where she work at all over your dirt, Math
It's fucked up when your bitch get rocked, and she don't deserve that
And you get that call
Kyrie Irving: it got your Earth flat
I been doin' this, it's not pretend
I'm a boss, I don't follow trends
I'll reach for the ankle like I did Mack - you tryna copy him!?
We could not be friends!
Slip on a mask, grab a gun
Cal' in his face like, "Do you remember Summer Madness 1?"
Tragic, son!
I told him "Jump" if he feel edgy
Before URL the Champions League, I was in the field ready
Mill' heavy
Big blade to his liver pool (Liverpool), or the shotta leave his top lyin' ill, messy (Lionel Messi)
Every n***a get it the same
Fuck the Fancy talk, I'm wit' all action
Big pole, longer than the neck on Braxton!
I don't care if you at a family function, the whole room get steamed
And what's the Aunt Helen husband name?
I even brought somethin' for your Junior, King!
But let him tell it, you on the block wit' the killas
Solidified your spot wit' gorillas
'Til some shells flyin' at ya
Everybody a animal from the safari 'til they get held at gunpoint, then they cryin' after
I'll let you choose how it go
It's on you - hell, I know you too well
Tranny-lover, Bonnie used to hit your pockets for the new nails
Pop a few shells
But you bitch-made, you'll run from the hammer: Juelz
Shit changed, Justin! You a father, in fact!
Nigel was your man, now it's "Fuck him" in the interview
How you for honorin' that?
Rest in Peace to P80
I give the fans that feel like Arty is back
You the best in the crew? Steppin' to who?
I don't eat pussy, but I'll make an exception for you!
Pussy! You been bitch!
Is you retarded, Math!? I'll leave your wig split!
But since you brokenhearted, I got a Hollow you could reminisce wit'!
I bang on him!
I gotta sic Juice
Nah, I gotta split Juice
You call yourself "Madara Uchi-Hoff"? Well, I'm Hashirama Senju
Why would they send you!?
I need that old Math wit' the durag
"I did a lot for you n***as"
The "pop, pop", the "dot-dot-dot for you n***as"
But it wouldn't matter - still gon' be the total opposite, n***a
Rip Hamilton: I keep the mask when I don't need the shit, but ain't no tellin' when I'mma rob me a n***a
So what you wanna do?
You ain't got bars like that
You got the trashest style, you smoke Black & Milds
You hold the cigar like that
(*Snake Eyez imitates holding a cigar up to his mouth in between his index and middle fingers*)
So y'all try not to fall as-
Nah, fuck that, I been wit' it
I framed your casket, now it's time to get in it
Trailer to the middle of nowhere, pull a big Biscuit
Came from the Darkside: n***as thought Brizz did it
Factz Gang, n***a
Round 1, man
[Round 1: Math Hoffa]
Right now this n***a's like, "Finally...Daddy's spendin' time with me."
Yo, DNA!
"PG Killer"? That sound like a hot job, n***a
But we all know a hammer went upside a homie head last time I was this close to a Dot Mobb n***a
But you know what? You know what?
I ain't gon' dig up my past wit' Mook 'cause we been movin' further
So nowadays, it's daps for your boss, but n***a, you's a worker
So if this n***a get outta line, will I use the burner?
What, y'all ain't hear my last three bars?
N***a, I'm cool wit' murder (Murda)
And he said he know you from a basketball game
You can't even hit son phone
You screamin' "Dot Mobb" every battle, but we don't ever see none shown
Did your set even condone?
I guess you that G.I. Joe Snake Eyes
'Cause even to your team, your identity's unknown!
You dumb clone...
But congrats, you made a big leap, jerk
You went from Mack Mel to me...and they still ain't give me Surf
But you stole a bar from me in your last joint
So how you gon' get me murked?
Oh, I get it - this Snake wanna kill me, so he bit me first
Alright, well, I got two hammers
They spit rounds like this bitch rehearsed
The Glock-19 off top'll spit a Big T verse
"Chillaka-boo! Boo-blaka!"
But the .4 is a hitter
If this Snake try to flex, one 'bow'll constrict ya (boa constrictor)
N***a...
Yo, two shots to the chest
That's what happen when me and these frauds meet
The third shot'll take your Top off quick like R Streetz
You in the Danja Zone, n***a
On the SPOT! On the SPOT!
Well, ALL RIGHT!
I'mma bark on this lil' dirty n***a ALL NIGHT!
Your best try? Like your left eye
N***a, you was dead ON SITE (SIGHT)!
Look at me, King!
You came out here to earn some respect?
You wanna impress me? Look to the left without turning your neck
[Snake Eyez]
You just lost!
You just lost!
You're fuckin' trash! You just lost!

[Math Hoffa]
Yo, yo, come on, don't talk during my round, bro
I ain't do that to you

Yo, but we in N.C....
What up, y'all!?
This shit is great for the game
They put us on the same flight - he should be grateful I changed
'Cause like Samuel L., I brought some shit that they ain't take when I came
So you here and (hearin') all these mothafuckas know I coulda killed this Snake on a Plane
This gon' be a clear loss
You from Harlem, so let me share thoughts
And drop some jewels (Juelz)
You shoulda never hit the airport
Smack, this is wrong
This ain't have to be that way
You brought us on a rap tour (Raptor) to see Vince and T-Mac play?
This n***a caught a felony
In my mind, I could see that day
It ain't right how the cops pulled up...'cause he could see that way
But this is where the laughin' stops
You wanna die? I'll swing past ya block
I see you on the stoop wit' ya sister, then I grab the Glock
Hop out, burn your sis - befo' yo' ass gets shot
You and your eye'll take off jettin' like this was Ragnarok
You ain't have your hammer, so yo' ass was shot
My pullout game got way better
This ain't the same Math that battled Top
This not fair, I feel like I'm beatin' on a man again
I told NuNu she could get the Snake...she ain't understand again
But let's shed his skin
Your real name is Christopher Key
Somebody tell this kid book, or catch a big cap: I'm Mr. Magee
He could catch one in his back, or I'm clippin' his knees
That's how you turn a Christopher walkin' (Walken) into Christopher Reeve!
This shit is a breeze!
You ain't got enough to budge me, n***a
My flow? Plastic surgery
That mean I go in ugly, n***a
In battle rap, I'm a God
There's none above me, n***a
I'll raise these two arms and have 'em kickin' like a musty n***a!
All these sophomore n***as-
MUSTY N***A!
All these sophomores? Smack, you need to cut these n***as!
Tay Roc voice in GunTitles: "Man, FUCK these n***as!
FUCK these n***as!
FUCK these n***as!"
Ayo, I heard Tay Roc battling Goodz...what's that match about?
Gun bars? N***a, I got the goods that Roc rap about
For all you n***as duckin', keep duckin' me on this battle route
I'm your iPhone screen lock
Leave me alone...I'm BLACKIN' OUT!
Hoffa!
[Round 2: Snake Eyez]
(*Snake Eyez says the first two bars in a sing-song voice*)
I remember Gully vs. 'Ganik!
"Fuck Hollow! Fuck Hollow!" You always rantin'!
Gene Deal voice, I'm watchin' like, "This old n***a reachin', bruh."
All of a sudden, you back happy wit' them n***as that was laughin' when the Grapes beat you up?
I knew you was a clown, n***a
Don't get mad at me
I'll make sure inside it hurts
You got that bag? I'll make your bitch show me where you hide it first
Yeah...then I'll pull up to the crib right after you tell her "Bye" for work
But I don't really want that bitch, 'cause after I pop, you gon' still love her
So I'm gon' hit and disappear wit' the bands same way they did Roxanne mother
Fuck is up wit' him?
You know who you up against?
I remember sellin' weed in high school, I was buggin' then
Fuck Math - I was cuttin' gym
I'm talkin' soon as we hit the hallway, I showed the pack like Bugs in Above The Rim
You got no house, no Benz, 50 battles
N***a, you been wildin'
Up here wit' all that Wasted Talent
N***a, you shoulda been on Jim's album!
I stay ready, so I ain't gotta get ready
This shit I seen comin'
Big blade, I run up like "What's the mean-muggin'?"
Code word "Sparta"
Y'all don't think it mean nothin'!
That buck-fifty on his face!? I'll make it 300!
N***a! I'm consistent!
I had to take my respect!
But I was on the ave, and guess who I ran into? This n***a Jamaican connect
I was like, "Gwan-gwan!"
He was like, "Gwan-gwan, bredren! You's a tough shotta, tough shotta."
Said, "I appreciate that. You seen that n***a Math-"
He said, "FUCK HOFFA! FUCK HOFFA!
He never paid me, he don't pay shit
He never paid me, it don't make sen-
FUCK HOFFA!"
But it all makes sense
You took obvious L's
This is the perfect example of when a n***a that used to be popular, then failed
And my n***a even fucked wit' you
Wanted to cop some merchandise, and dawg, I'll keep it real
We went to your website, it said "MathHoffa is now up for sale"
I ain't lyin', n***a...you need the money more than I do
Y'all wanna help this guy out?
Man...his website up for sale and shit
Anybody wanna help him out?
Pass that around, y'I mean?
(*Snake Eyez starts handing out copies of the website listing to people in the crowd*)
I mean? It's like...feel me?
Bum-ass n***a...
You took-
Y-Y-You-
You made me damn near wait a whole hour-
Like, a whole year to get a T-shirt
Is that not facts? Is that not facts?
Battlin' you don't spark no fear
You seen what happened to Mack in VA? I parked him there
But we on the fair field of NC
Chapel, Durham...
No, this Raleigh - you don't wanna start in here
Nature Boy daughter: I'll even let somethin' in Charlotte flare (Flair)!
You know that it's real!
Over them bills, every night, your bitch you better hold as your shield
He sleep? I tap him on his back three times like RVD, holdin' the steel
But the clip? Matt Hardy: it woke him for real!
I'm focused, guy!
Where I'm from, shit get real, we don't promote the lies
Ain't too many n***as from my hood that get on and get notarized
If it's drama, I need no disguise
Make no difference to me
I'll catch him tryna trick on his freak
Wit' this chopper, I found a New Balance
The shells start from his head and end (N) on his feet!
Fuck Mike P!
N***a look stupid sayin' he air the lead
King of New York could never be an employee at Panera Bread
Gotti another n***a, Smack
How long you gon' let him run from me?
After this, I'm up for any top-tier n***a that wanna give him company
And you won the bread on RBE last week
You ran through him comfortably
But it's like you drunk tryna drive, and I'm your sober friend
How dare you try to take the Will (wheel) in front of me!
I'm a killer, n***a!
Violate, I bet it's on site
BOW! Then it's attention from the medics all night
Morgan Freeman, Mountain Dew
I'll show you how to put a legend on Ice!
I been nice!
Rex smoked you twice!

[Math Hoffa]
I like that

[Snake Eyez]
I KNOW you do, n***a!
I'm FIRE!

[Math Hoffa]
I like that, I like that

[Snake Eyez]
I'm FIRE!

[Math Hoffa]
I like that
Do more of that

[Snake Eyez]
I'll show you how to put a legend on Ice!
I been nice!
Rex smoked you twice, so I ain't buyin' none of that shit you think you 'bout
A Dot got you lit, now a Dot gon' take you out
You shoulda took the safer route
I'm a sight to watch
I'm only here to swipe your spot
Gorilla? You ain't look too good with the Bear when you was fightin' Top
Be a stand-up n***a
Rifle cocked
Spur of the moment, fire shots
Becky Hammon: you gon' learn when you sittin' behind the pop, n***a!
So what you gon' say?
"Finally...Daddy's spendin' time with me"?
N***a, you up here dyin' for the views
Chasin' Hollow and Surf
You get the battle, you still honest-
You still probably will lose
MJ, Spike Lee - y'all gotta be confused
That just mean I'mma put two fours by his head like, "It gotta be the shoes!"

Factz Gang, man!
Round 2, man
It's fuckin' HOT, dawg!

(*Math Hoffa gets passed a paper copy of the website listing by a fan standing close to the stage. Math takes time to examine the listing.*)

[Snake Eyez]
Matter fact, that's on your Twitter
Everybody sellin' shirts, you can go find some
If I go to that, that shit go to that
You know that?

[Math Hoffa]
HoffaGang.com

[Snake Eyez]
So put it on your Twitter
Update it, King, aight?

[Math Hoffa]
(*chuckles*) Don't worry about it
Don't worry about it

[Snake Eyez]
Do that
Update that
I got the 2 grand, too, if you wanna buy that and get money

[Math Hoffa]
(*chuckes*) You shoulda bought it
That woulda been a better angle, I'm just sayin'

[Snake Eyez]
It's hot in here, man

[Round 2: Math Hoffa]
Woo!
Yo...
This how Brooklyn do!
Every time I look at you
I wanna put a fist, knife...(bullet, or a foot in you)
Nah, when I look at you...
I look at that other eye and be like:
"What the fuck this n***a lookin' at?
God damn, he got me lookin' too"
Wait...

[Snake Eyez]
I'm a handsome-ass n***a
I tell y'all that all the time
Fuckin' a lot of hoes

[Math Hoffa]
Yo, I got a question
And I ain't tryna be mean, right?
But how the fuck you Crip and you can't even see (C) right?
Like…you talk-

[Crowd member]
Disrespectful!

[Math Hoffa]
I know it’s foul, but if you don’t like it, leave now, n***a!
It’s gon’ get great
(*chuckles*)
I mean, you talk a lot…
‘Bout being in jail and your life is hard, but akh…
You legally handicapped
You know how many times I had to fight for a parking spot?
You know what that’s like!?
When you waitin’ all that time, duke!?
Just for a n***a to pull up and try to slip in behind you!?
But wait, wait-

[Nu Jerzey Twork]
Pause!

[Math Hoffa]
Wait, wait! That line was a pause!
That line was a pause
You right, Twork
That line was a pause - it slipped my mind too
So I guess that mean he do know what that’s like…when them faggots in jail tried you
But it’s all good, it’s all good
It’s all good, I’mma give you that
But my aura? You need to give it back
‘Cause you do the talkin’
My knuckles do the walkin’ - that’s how gorillas act!
The real is back!
The REAL is back!
Them jail bars!? You and Surf be trippin’ out!
I don’t wanna hear that shit!
I just wanna know how the fuck y’all keep gettin’ out!
See, me!? I was smart, get it?
I ain’t never get caught wit’ it
I coulda been Taxstone before Taxstone
Ask Beasley who authentic
But the Lord giveth, and them cameras is off-limits
Otherwise, the judge woulda threw me for Favre digits
And that’s real shit
SO REAL…right now, I feel like a real snitch!
But the statute of limitations only reason I can still spit
So g’head, spit your jail bars
Keep discussin’ your plight
I’m glad you used to gettin’ bars that’ll fuck up your life
‘Cause cuzzo, tonight…I know you wanted to shine
This is the Boy Wonder versus the Daredevil
I’m robbin’ (Robin) you blind!
Nah, this is Superman versus The Flash
Compare both of them guys
Far as the punches, we run through ‘em, but n***as know this’ll fly
You wear a mask on stage, I don’t go for disguise
And if it comes down to it, stupid, I use both of my eyes, n***a!
See, hindsight is 20/20
For you, it’s just 20
Semi, ring on you from a Brooklyn n***a, like Remy
Any, problems, I’mma click it on ya
Let the fif’ kiss the Mamba
This shit from Contra, but it cause bigger holes (hoes) than missin' fathers
You gettin' smoked like Al Capone cigarellos
Can't forget the sponsor
Yo, Smack, I'm back wiggin' on these n***as
I know you missed the monster
This n***a joined...a dead crew
How you get picked by that army?
Rex recruited you? You got bit by a zombie?
You not even original, n***a!
That's why you need to stop, duke
'Cause the first Snake in Dot Mobb told me on cam' that he was not Mook
But you follow like Rex a don
You with them Crips? Who you flexin' on?
I got some Bloods that'll drip in 5 and corner 6 like a hexagon
But you...
Fuck you, and the crew that ride wit' you
You ain't even got pictures wit' them n***as
You a Dot Mobb side bitch, ain't you?
That shit is sad...
I said, yo...
But you hustle white...
Y-You hustle, right?
You bubble white? Or them white lies?
'Cause for that white girl, my young boys will hit you from The Blind Side
This n***a said I needed him
This n***a said I needed him...
Trust me - you got it
I said, this n***a said I needed him
N***a, trust me, I don't need ya
I will steal you and have your jaw hangin' off a wire
I'm a old sneaker
My record is better
Fuck this Snake, I'll let this chrome heat ya
Watch your face go...
BOW! J. Cole: no features!
I'm just barrin' wit' G's
You don't wanna spar wit' me
For one, you missin' one eye, and that other eye don't got a warranty
Ain't-
Ain't Rex a-

[Crowd members]
Leave the guy alone!
Leave him alone!

[Math Hoffa]
NO! NO!
Ain't Rex a registered nurse?
I'll put you both in my target, squeeze
And shoot like Neo (Ne-Yo) and lift your soul with that RN, B (R&B)
You don't got bars like that
Snake Eyez versus charisma
I'mma expose this fraud like that
So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars type wack
And I'll be here next round to bring them bars right back

[Round 3: Snake Eyez]
Y'all ready? (Yeah!)
Yo...
I think you NYB n***as HORRIBLE!
Like, I'll catch you n***as lackin' at your lit scene barbecue
I'll pull up, grab Tez...
Math, don't end up dead for some shit that ain't involvin' you
And get your death mixed up wit' another n***a like that Big T article
I'm FIRE, n***a!

[Math Hoffa]
I like that

[Snake Eyez]
Your Shotti P battle barely at 100K!
And you the VET!?
N***a, that shit sound ridiculous
And I know you still be havin' feelings fuckin' wit' trannies
You Mook-ass n***a! I hope that made you Easily Offended
Yeah! That shit you do is just not enough
Off the Henny, I'll do you like that Shotti P battle
Do you copy, bruh?
I'm the Real Deal, I'll creep behind him wit' the cans while I'm sloppy drunk
Fuck what he wanna prove
We could take it back to that old Gauchos scene with Dose if that's what you wanna do
Call the Locs...
Nah, I know a Blood homie that'll buck for the bread
So this time, it won't be no reaction when a Brim touchin' his head!
If it's war, it's war!
I'm in Brooklyn, goin' door-to-door
Headshot, go through Ms. Fit head and hit the core of Cor'!
Dot Mobb! I had to make shit direct
To keep it real, I don't even think Chamberz a threat
Bank wit' the set
Thought I was gon' fall? Damn that!
VladTV coulda brought Brooklyn Hanz back
I'll torch him inside of the van, have him Saran-wrapped
They find him on the side of the road like "Where his hands at!?"
100-clip, fly out the whip, fuck where they land at
I go H.A.M, Smack! I ain't cuttin' this man slack!
They get shook 'round me
N***as have all them blind jokes, 'til they eatin' smushed-down peas
Sticked to hooked IV's
Or the shank take one of his eyes out
Now the docs say he gon' LOOK LIKE ME!
I don't fuck around!
I'm prepared for blood!
I don't care for cuz!
I know Bronx bombers that'll air the slugs
But when it's beef shit, you'll take the home run
That there's a dub
So if he's not about that life, how could a n***a that's not airin' (Aaron) Judge!?
N***a! In one battle-

Yeah, I'm FIRE!

One battle, I went from a PG rap competitor to an established veteran
These rappers never win
Black Beretta gripped
If I run into Math staff, then I have to let it rip
One-Eyed Willy, n***a - you can cap the lettering
These actors don’t add up to half my measurements
Run in the spot, I’ll clap half the residents!
Y’all know this kid ain’t me!
Oh, you iced out after dice game-winnin’?
Nah, Math, shit ain’t sweet
Old Vado chain: I’m comin’ to take MH piece!
But it’s “Fuck L.O.M” now?
Oh, nah, you ain’t low, Hoff’
We seen how you get down
Mad ‘cause Hollow out here makin’ bigger moves?
All that personal shit? You coulda kept it offline if you was a real n***a, Duke
See, me and my n***as go through a lot of shit
But you ain’t gon’ hear about it in no interviews
You was on AngryFan for three hours…mad at the n***a
Like “Yo, that’s my word, my man! You ain’t tell me you was in Boston!”
Like you wanted to clap at the n***a
Funny thing is, you did all that, then turned around and made up with Dizaster on Twitter
That’s some faggot shit, n***a!
Do that sound right, Smack!?
See, he ran with that bully image, long as it kept him on the right track
But I know when Daylyt threw that water on you in Colorado, he wasn’t really like that
And at some point, all that tough shit you be on, karma was gon’ strike back!
You deserve all that shit you got, n***a!
Always wanna act hard and shit
How you one of the biggest battle rappers from Brooklyn, but never show love at a WeGoHard event?
That shit fraudulent!
But before I end this round…
I remember you threw some shit up on the ‘Gram lookin’ extra wild
And to keep it a buck, you probably not even gonna expect this now
But naw, n***a…shout out to Lux: we kept the file!
Hold this up…

(*Snake Eyez and Nu Jerzey Twork both hold up a bald-headed selfie of Math printed out on poster board*)

Look at this n***a
Hold- Hold this up
Look at this n***a
You fuckin’ Corey Maggette-head-ass n***a!
This n***a-
Ayo! I need y’all participation!
Ayo! Ay!
(*Snake and Twork both laugh*)

[Math Hoffa]
(*points to Twork’s bald head*)
YOU TALKING!?
YOU TALKING?
YOU TALKING!?
This n***a talking!?

[Snake Eyez]
Yo, hold it down, though!
Talkin’ during my round
Hold it down

[Nu Jerzey Twork]
They cooked my shit up! Fuck it!

[Snake Eyez]
Hold it down

[Nu Jerzey Twork]
I don’t matter! FUCK IT!
You can’t speak me, n***a!

[Snake Eyez]
Hold it down, bro
Hold this up, hold this up, hold this up
Ayo, pardon that!
Am I buggin' or is this n***a trippin'? (*chuckles*)
Young X ain't here - that's my man
I need y'all participation for this "Get 'Em!"
You...pinto bean "I could see the light" head-ass n***a!
(GET 'EM!)
You..."I got leukemia for one night" head-ass n***a!
(GET 'EM!)
You- You "I'll walk in the barbershop, 'I don't care what you do'" head-ass n***a!
(GET 'EM!)
You-You-You..."I kill dogs" animal cruelty head-ass n***a!
(GET 'EM!)
You "I miss Bonnie" in the head-ass n***a!
(GET 'EM!)

[Bonnie Godiva]
You..."can't keep your dick up in the bed" ass-n***a

(*Bonnie Godiva, Math's ex-girlfriend, walks on stage to the crowd's - and Math's - shock and amazement*)

[Math Hoffa]
You're not gonna say nothin'?
See, look at her face! Look at her face!

(*As Bonnie attempts to start back up where she left off amidst the crowd's frenzy, Snake Eyez does the "cutthroat" gesture and claps his hands together to imitate a movie clapperboard*)

[Bonnie Godiva]
You- Hold on!

[Math Hoffa]
You got a mic on?
She got a mic on?
You got a mic on?

[Bonnie Godiva]
Yep!
Yep...
You "can't keep your dick up in the bed" ass-n***a
(GET 'EM!)

[Math Hoffa]
You know that's a lie

[Bonnie Godiva]
You Whopper/Milk Dud forehead-ass n***a!
(GET 'EM!)
You "rather eat the ass than give him head" ass-n***a!

(*That bar gets the crowd fired up and energized even more*)

Matter fact, hold on!

[Math Hoffa]
Woo!

[Bonnie Godiva]
I'm done, though
Hold on!

[Snake Eyez]
DO IT, N***A!
DO IT, N***A!
DO IT!
TIME, MAN!

[Bonnie Godiva]
I'm done, though! He talkin'-
He's talkin' 'bout his one eye, but he only got one ball
Are you deadass, n***a?

[Snake Eyez]
TIME!

[Round 3: Math Hoffa]
N***as blowin' up pictures of me...what the fuck?
That's what that rhyme was 'bout?
Twork, the nerve of you
I'd rather have a bald head than that kind of scalp
N***a, crazy
And as far as Bonnie? You really wanna go the rhymin' route?
You talkin' 'bout eatin' ass!?
I watch your battles
You got other n***as' shit comin' out YOUR MOUTH!
(*The audience goes nuts over that rebuttal*)
FUCK IS YOU TALKIN' 'BOUT!?
I'M A LEGEND, N***A! (x6)

[Cortez]
YEEAAAH! Yeah, n***a!

[Math Hoffa]
I'm a fuckin' legend, n***a!
NAAAASHTY!
Woo…man…
Woo!
Woo!
Boy, did that backfire on yo’ ass
Ayo…
Three battles in three weeks
I give these herbs the business
I’m runnin’ around snatchin’ bags like Twork at Christmas
N***a, give it up

[Snake Eyez]
You wanna battle him!?
Like, what’s up!?

[Math Hoffa]
Yo, c’mon, stop-
C’mon, man…

[Snake Eyez]
‘Sup, man?

[Math Hoffa]
-runnin’ around snatchin’ bags like Twork at Christmas
N***a, give it up
Snake, you’ve been tested
And the results? This n***a sucks
But the way battle rap is goin’, his next battle, they’d probably give him Lux
I mean, he got that hard-knock lifestyle
But there’s different ways that I could get him cut
He could get the hook, a mill’ (Amil) or the ‘Jigga What’!?