[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vers’ the Devil Bar Bill Collector
Off the rip believe he dyin'
A clean sweep, 3-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin'
They say the Alien be sittin’ on bars like E.T. ridin'
That n***a Showout must've kickin' you wit' some Timb' boots
We all thought you had the burner 'til we seen how he did you
I done been through some shit too
But my stories don't include not havin’ heat, and havin’ my lights put out...but Bill's do (due)
That n***a Kostya Tszyu’d you
I heard you did the Zab Judah noodle legs when he dropped you cause you was talkin' stupid
Please, lеt's try to keep the gas separate
Causе this gon' have Bill’s (k)not included
Pull up, out the van do', that's how I'ma shoot it
Get hit a 100 meters from the black sprinter, that's Carl Lewis
I'm ruthless
I told the n***a watch how he speak, but he kept talkin'
Lose ya life, if ya can't get right, it's a death patna
Muzzle flash, see it flare at the end like a bell bottom
And at home? I'm a body Collector like Jeff Dahmer
Or what I should prolly say, is chest shots, his heart got eight (ate)
Take off a face, arm or leg
It's just Collector body parts when the barrel blew (blue) like Dahmer's place
I'm not for play
A-R with a scope, I can make all the Loud shatter if I concentrate
This type material? Get under they skin, like fiber glass
You can compare the difference in the rounds; Venn Diagrams
Scope on it, got me squintin' through the lens, it's an eye exam
Kalashnikov, pull somethin' Russian (rushin') out on Bill, it's a dine and dash
My killers will regroup, then spin on the scene too
You gon' get an open casket so n***as can see you
I tell 'em, "Hit everything except (accept) Bill's face up" like vending machine do
Stomach shot, pushin' Bill's back out... that's a vending machine too
Swing through
Have you ever been talkin' to one of ya big dawgs, and he was pissed off
But you couldn't say nothin' cause you did wrong
So you just had to sit there and just listen to the homie vent (home event), that sound like this card
Picked off, don't play wit' us
You gon' take a slug and lay in blood
Show you what this razor does
Take a layer of skin off Loud like a cicada bug
It ain't no love
You better pick another route, you try some fraudulent shit on the west? Well take this into account
I'll kill a n***a now, one out the steel blaze, tryin' to make Bill pass, so I send it (Senate) at the House
Watch ya mouth
I'ma put ya body six feet in the dirt, for good measures
You'll get turned into taxidermy if you bull-headed
I start off with gettin' rid of the body like Goodfellas
Let it fly, then stick Bill in the trunk, like a woodpecker
Ain't shit that you could tell us, that's what I'm on
You thinkin' this is gonna be classic, you wrong
And after this I gotta talk to the Landlord
Cause they usually hate when you got Traffic at home
You'se a hoe
Aye, you won't be slidin' out I doubt it
That n***a put a golf ball around yo' eye and clowned about it
You ain't get shit crackin' or fire rounds about it
You got yo' shit cracked then wrote some fire rounds about it
Aye, that couldn't have been on my account
Cause if I get did like that, my n***as get to slidin' out
Won't be shit for me to rhyme about
You was supposed to lose it, pull a Cannon and get Show' back, you Wild 'N Out
I'll let a .50 ring
I be doin' shit dolo, I ain't even need to get the team
Cause I'm really that n***a on my own, Bill, like Prince Akeem
Bitch I'm him
You can't keep it real yourself
N***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
(Kill yourself!)
[Round 1: Bill Collector]
Makin' fun of a man cause he got snuck
That's tough?
I'm against domestic violence
Eric bled so (Bledsoe) so you bitches wouldn't get smacked up
They got Bill Collector vs. Nitty; main event
Yo the streets was puzzled
Rum got his whole squad in the buildin'
Damn, I see ya peoples shuffle
I watched y'all walk in from the outside, and when I peeped the muscle
I almost let you hear rounds before the battle like Sheed and Hustle
We can knuckle, but I'm not gang so y'all gon' jump me
Ya man over there lookin' like, "Dude, stop wildin'."
I see you
'Til I send a baldhead through a bandanna, I'm 2Pac's stylist
New Glock silenced
But who's shots flyin' when guns blazin'?
Cause he ain't lackin' doe
Bet bread Rum raisin' (raisin)
But the still (steel) toasted, he bottles up, now he's Rum raisin'
With my sneaker on his chest, leave the footprint center the Suns playin'
I'm done playin', I'm Kyrie
For today's loaf, try me
I wrap heads after one hit you India.Arie
Only thing that got checked at the door was ID
I snap and go HAM on ya
If I choke you midround you need more than that damn water
Kill who? This man's slaughtered
Gun butt, whip the alien, this Transformers
Bro, I'm suited up like The Transporter, blam on you
Dead, gone, try to plot on funeral Bill, but couldn't afford to get ya head stoned
I rock witchu, but you in grave danger
Let that fathom, I'll cremate ya
Autistic gun, check the clap pattern
You'll never hear about my gat jammin'
I got more pieces than Backgammon
And it had clicked on more n***as than Black Planet
I'm back damn it!
The convicted extortionist, I'm endorsin' it
I squeeze the sauce out of sorcerers
I watched you and Gotti win all that money and split it down the middle, I support the shit
But where my portion Nit'?
I need at least a down payment on a Porsche and Nit'
I spent my money on .9's, MACs, A-R's, and they all 'bout to get fired like abortionists
Scorching' shit
But I'ma make you run these muthafuckin' pockets before I'm through wit' you bitch
Cause before I start singin' wit' these MACs, well, (Maxwell) I need a fortune Nit' ('Fortunate')
Ooooooooooooouuu
See now I'm pissed
And how wild is this?
Your name Cornell Powell, and boy you a pile of shit
And the wildest shit, is y'all gon' say I'm hatin' bro when I've been asked for this
Like Smack whatchu waitin' fo'? You know my patience bro
But you act like I asked for more gravy in the Jamaican sto'
Whole time, what Yoshi say?
Y'all kept puttin' Powell (pile) on plates and that's low vibrational
I'm sayin' yo
In a field by myself I dog Powell
If you only did this for the chicken you found beef in the wrong aisle
Cause what's in store is a lot of teeth from a strong smile
A "put 'er there pal" then I put it there POW!
I said that shit before but bitch we here now
So rhyme calmer
Cause lil' bro if I'm bothered, I strap up like the Al-Qaeda
Catch Rum man in the car waitin' outside I-
Mask up like a wrestler the-
Shot'll pick up and slam Powell (pile) driver
Time
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye, you'se about to get killed, use ya common sense
They say all I do is rap about guns, well I for real got a (gotta) fire pen (pin)
And shit get real if you tryin' him
Aye, y'all finna watch the Thanksgiving footballs game?
Then you finna see that Bills in the Lion's then (den)
Try again
I want you to look into my eyes and see I'm for real a stepper
Make ya body rot, then commit 'Mo' Murda' with a Smith & Wesson
'For The Love Of Money'', I'ma kill whoever
Find out ya main 'Crossroads' before the '1st Of The Month' and I won't miss the (Mr.) Bill Collector
My n***as reckless, I might have them rob you before you leave the state
Although you fake shining
Tell them, "Snatch them play Diamond" like LisaRaye
All the money that he gon' make
You know how easy it'll be to take the Devil's food? A piece of cake
Nina raised
You 'bout to get it this round worse
Round burst
This body? Gon' be on everybody hands, it's a crowd surf
He was gettin' Loud, actin' wild first
I told him, "Calm down."
I bet after I cut him, Bill'll (umbilical) cool out, that's childbirth
I'll put you down hurt, I never play
I'm tryin' to put ya plasma on the other side of the room, let's redecorate
Bring death your way, catch a Drac'
Let the chop' off in Collector face like Leatherface
Catch a stray, I was really tryin' to hit Quill in the head like Kevin Gates
You ain't never safe
Somethin' government issued for Bill like section 8, let it spray
It go numb when it hit the Devil leg
You gon' lose all feelin' (filling) then get it back like a deviled egg
Regulate
You'll get ya top split, gun butt, 'til I'm breakin' a cartridge
No talk, just grab the .8 and smack Loud: ASMR clip
Bomb shit, go be with God, finna send Bill to Allah (a law), sound like Congress
Bomb shit, I have to cook, you average look, this not a n***a that'll have me shook
You can't give me one reason why I have to duck Bill, like a platypus
Get ya cabbage pushed
Fuck you wanna do?
Bust a move
I got a chopper outside waitin' in the cut for you
You gon' see me pull somethin' from the Bushes, runnin' after Bill like George W.
I gotta humble you
I can't chill
Crazy...
I just re-downloaded the URL app, and now I got a SMACK Bill
Ya fam' killed and everyone on the scene cleaned
Case closed, this Draco hold enough to extinct teams, machine read
Glock modified, with a switch in the back like a green screen
I close one eye and squeeze
Get you in the view and (interview in) ring like Mean Gene
That was clean
This is finna be a long night
Hold up, hold up, hold up
He said n***a, I get you in the view and squeeze like Mean Gene
You all hype, I do shit the ville way, the Murderville way
I'm not them, I be too (two) locked in like stalemates
Shells spray, the Devil popped up, if I don't like bitch like Hell Date
This ya death day, I really hope you ready king
FN clean, what you supposed to do when a Bill Collector call you out? Let it ring
On everything!
I'm top rep
Is this n***a finna die? Yes!
I showed him its levels
It been (bent) over for the Devil like Nas X
God bless
Run up on Bill then empty out, fast as a bomb threat
On my set
You can't keep it real yourself
(N***a suicide or I'll do the job
You decide, kill yaself!)
[Round 2: Bill Collector]
Yo, they went and got, the Bill for Rum, I kept tab
Cause last call, you had a Queen In The Ring, but left Babs
That was bad
Cause that bag could've stopped Babs
You almost went from a road to success to a blocked Ave
That's not a shot, no dissin'
I'm just sayin' bro, listen
Mixin', Remy wit' Rum almost poisoned ya whole system
So yo, we so different, I won that money and still kept trappin', there's no chillin'
That white girl? Danced in the pen with no rhythm
No we back on SMACK, that old feelin'
But this time, it's fuck the jokes, even though it's all in the sport
But that's why y'all said I would lose, right?
Cause he got the bars and I got the jokes, of course
They even asked y'all n***as on Twitter in the poll he in (Napoleon) Complex, so my votes kept comin' up short
Let's match endurance
Bro I got you first battle back cause I'm that important
After Bill get through this they got some main stage action for him
Which means I'ma step up for Rum like Captain Morgan
My stats enormous
I've been heavy in this shit since Smack recorded
You and my crackhead had matchin' Jordans, I'm back performin'
I never really fit in here and when I tried to, I got snaked, deceived and lied to
Like tryin' to order ice cream in a drive-thru
Mind you, when I put my mind to it, not payin' any mind to it my mind grew
[?] word to Jaz it became time to times two
Bro I hope Surf beat the case leave the pigs sick with the swine flu
Free the Wave; monsoon
Nitty's spot 'bout to be mine soon
I take this shit to the heart; John Q
I'ma wreck dawg
I gotta ask, since y'all n***as can hate for the free
How much do showin' a little bit of respect cost?
Especially after I drop round after round after round; Connect 4
What the fuck we had to come all the way to your crib to connect for?
Smack, y'all pullin' up to n***a's city's now? Bet dawg
I call next y'all
Cause how the hell y'all E.T. phone home off Collect calls?
The disrespect dawg
After this we goin' to wherever you rest dawg
See if you wit' the life
Shells all over ya crib; Mischief Night
You thought that this was gon' be some easy shit tonight?
Cause you make everything a punch; Crystal Light
I'm different, right?
Everybody think they got a kill on Bill, bro I like you for real
But I drop a n***a like Nike for real
You just a quick plate in my plot to a mil'
This not for the thrill, this not for the ya skill
Look at the timin'
You don't think it's ironic how ya team is 4th Quarter, we in the fourth quarter and this fourth quarter got you a Bill?
Fuck that fake applause, y'all n***as don't be watchin' for real
I've been tryin' to conquer this rap shit in a new way world
I got more handle on this business than a suitcase sale
And I'm goin' crazy on whoever I face next (necks) like Blueface girl
Bro, I'll really knock one of these n***as the fuck out, y'all so frail
"But Bill you got dropped by Show-" oh well
I'm still here with the bags cold, I was supposed to get clipped like toenails
Think Bel-Air, cause once he got past that easy (Eazy) part, Show' fail
Fuck outta here

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye n***as be sayin' big wack shit
You can tell they lazy
But me? I been cold for a minute, just had to be hella patience
I remember sittin' in the trap house, thinkin' I would never make it
They like, "Nitty nice, but will he get on?" Cause my city is underestimated
They tried to judge me but I bolst up and elevated
Did a lot for the city, showed love, and kept it gangsta
My homies showed me, "Stick to it. Show 'em how we do it in the desert baby."
Cause you really the face of the shit, nobody can never take it
But you? You might as well forfeit, don't even try to fight, we ain't gon' wait for a perfect moment
You gon' lose ya life on sight
For a bag, you can die tonight
The price on ya head was a bird, Collector like Iron Mike
We not alike
I caught you comin' out the hotel
I could not chill
I thought about trippin', I was this close to flippin', like a cartwheel
Let off steel, .40 blast
Mo' shots than an open tab
That's a bar, Bill
I'm him, and I been needed this
They say battle rappers recitin' they material together
That couldn't have been me on Crip
I tell a bitch, "Eat a dick"
Cause if I let you hear these rounds before the battle you gon' miss the event
Outside of the tournament you rarely spit decent shit
Y'all thinkin' this the way to (waiter) bring Bill back and he gon' give you 15%
Don't trip, if I catch you outside lackin', then fam' get killed
This ya final notice, I better not see you nowhere outside standin' Bill
Cannon field, enough in it to give everybody in the room eight (roommate)...and still put half on Bill
I'm 'bout to send this man up top to the man up top
Cause I really rap though
This that crack flow like aftershock
Actin' like he can't be popped
Full clip in the .9
I'll pull to the side and this shit'll make Traffic stop
I'm hot!
We were sellin' dope, no deals
Sold those pills
Even kept a mountain of white if they was on a snowmobile (snow mo' Bill)
Robbin' shit, my locs don't chill
Tryin' to put a body on a stick, I got pole vault skills
Who is Bill?
I've been ether
I can show you better than I can tell you like a gym teacher
He actin' like he grip Ninas and kill people
I don't give a fuck
So (soul) Collector, I'm the Grim Reaper
This is indecent
His bitch will get this heater that I'm clutchin'
She gon' give up yo' location, it's gon' lead to a concussion
Beat her with the thumper
To tell the truth I ain't even wanna break her (a) Bill, just keepin' it a hundred
I'll kill his woman then take a picture of the body
N***as be on that
I mean after she get her cutthroat ('Cut Throat') Bill, send a Kodak
Know that, you can't keep it real yourself
(N***a suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yoself!)

[Round 3: Bill Collector]
"Bill Collector 'bout to die!"
Well jeez, thanks a bunch
Y'all be hatin' much?
Can I get at least one person in here that say I'ma win?
You know, just to shake it up
Nah, all jokes aside when y'all n***as really gon' start wakin' up?
Cause what good is a punchline rapper versus a n***a already known to take a punch?
Aye, I'm doing this shit for Champion Of The Year man
Them n***as got the strictest stipulations
First I gotta get jumped in by some Crip n***as for a quick initiation
Shoutout to URL cause over the years y'all done put this bitch in decent places
Texas Chainsaw Massacre, how y'all kept Nit' in (knitting) people's faces?
Nah, don't cheer n***as cause everybody's predictions had B.C. fryin'
When I'm the only one that accepted the battle so shit at least he tryin'
We all know Nitty handle bars like E.T. ridin'
But you gotta admit that this kid gettin' sick like E.T. dyin'
I put bars on the screen like TV volume
I heard you make fun of my BB problem
Fake pistole with the prop clip
Yeah I had fake guns...and you had fake Jordans
They both got 'bout the same kick
Check ya blind spots, lane switch
Name flip, gun bar, name flip, bro you do the same shit
Lame shit
Call Of Duty: Warzone from the jump you fly out plain (plane) shit
I'm like, "Yo, what's poppin' bro?"
You like, "Whoa. Language."
You big Crip
Now y'all probably thinkin' for me that's bad news
But it just looks like Bad Newz like Big K.R.I.T
We can throw big fists, but once we get to the part after the fiend, ya wig split
Big grip, I doctor the Tommy like lib shits
Be smart, or these dum(b) dum(b)s will spill Nit' wit (nitwit)
New revolver, spit quick
Catch a bullet that wasn't even meant for you or pick six
Man I'll bring up the old machete, but they gon' say I'm petty for tryin' to Nit' pick (nitpick)
Bro I'm not with the arguin', fuck all the talkin'
My young n***a need a stack, I get you hung for a bargain
Where I bury the dead body, maggots all in the carcass
See bugs around the Alien; Marvin The Martian
I catch the Wal-Mart shooter markin' his target
With the super duper duper duper scope
On the ratchet across the hall like Martin apartment
Use caution when I'm startin' to spark it, you couldn't tell me, "stop"
The ratchet got Rum in the stomach, she givin' belly shots
Y'all think this my first away game? I'm on every block
Since Cassidy was in the telly with R. Kelly thots
I'm back, and I'm crazy different
The money and the hate made me different
I went from a weird funny n***a to a weird shady n***a
I'm goin' crazy n***a
I might mask to snap out, .80 clickin'
And give Nitty one for free like Da Baby tickets
Time