[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Straight out the gate
I'ma beat a bitch like a dog race
Break a broad face
I torture lames
I really find joy in pain ('Joy & Pain') like Rob Base
Shoot every angle of ya crib up in broad day
We sticked up, if I emptied out this MAC see (Maxi) pad gettin' hit up...from all ways (Always)
You not safe, you bitches think you runnin' the scene
Well it's y'all who I be lookin' fo' wit' a chrome under the seat
Ask 'bout me
You gon' have Webb searchin' for you 'til I end up in the bing
Get the fuck out the ring
You better think fast, or get beat bad
All I see is death (DEF) on 3 like a cell phone keypad
She mad
If you don't want this to be the baddest look
Then stay at home ma...you have to cook
First Babs get shook, then Gat is (Gattas) hooked
I even keep somethin' with me for Luck, like a rabbit foot
But look, you ain't have to pay this big bitch no cash for me
She not it, all the shots that C error missed (Sierra Mist)
Put her on Caffeine free, keep the heat
Load the cal'
Stomach shot, pierce a vital organ, blood get to flowin' now
She won't make it home her (Homer) fluid leakin' outta C (Odyssey), and she gon' pour 'em (poem) out
It's goin' down
Put a round in a target
I'll pistol whip a hoe across the mouth just for talkin'
Awful, pull a MAC and hit you wit' the bottom bitch
You be down for the longest
To be honest, I'm one of the best that did it
I done took two battles in one day befo', I really put effort in it
FIrst it was Drugz, then it was LL, C (LLC), I really took care of business
Stretch you bitches
Wesson grippin'
This shit'll sound off when it's on like a Tesla engine
Ya death get witnessed
I'm set to kill
Weapon peeled
Tool on, Smith & Wesson and it's two toned like Pleasantville
What's the deal?
I ain't playin' witchu bitches
They done put you in the jungle 'round the apes and gorillas
This dyke bitch think she can bang out wit' some n***as
But you still gotta sit down and pee, C, (NPC) it prove you ain't safe around the killa
They sent the hitter to do the job
Watch me slide up, I keep a gun
And to make sure a deed is (Adidas) done, I get 3 lined up
Enoughs enough
Cause you be doin' the most fo' sho'
A n***a come out here and say somethin' 'bout yo' ass, you'll say "pause"
Slow ya roll
Cause we don't identify a boy in C (buoyancy), I don't care what floats ya boat
Loc the GOAT
I'm that n***a, my pen game tough
And I can switch it up like Jack Thriller
MAC gripper, the heat blew
If she catch one from the pump, C (see) through
Glass slipper, I jack bitches
Run up in yo' house packin' a pole
Like, "Where that money at? I'm finna get you for that stash that you hold"
She trippin', can't remember the code to the safe, so I rocked her in her face
Bitch you better act like you know!
This my shit, it's fuckin' over, I'm 'bout to up and smoke her
Smack don't even send two Hennys to the stage no mo', Rum took over
Bitch!
And you can't keep it real yourself
I'm raisin' two black queens so I'm not gonna rap about how you tried to kill yoself
Cause I'd rather see you build yourself
On the set

[Round 1: C3]
That "Maxi-Pad from Always" shit was mean
Also means, at this period in time, y'all 'bout to see a pussy bleed
But, from what I hear, here's where you do me dirty Rum
That shit just make me think of all the events where I was fucked up
I know a lot of y'all see me slurrin' drunk
If n***as had bottles, they knew to reserve me cups
But that shit is over now, I've been sober a while, so basically, I already 30'd Rum
So fuck this battle, that battle was very fuckin' hard
Way before you and Geechi, I was in Every Fuccin' Bar
So if y'all think I'm scared to leave punch drunk or worry 'bout how Rum punch, y'all got me fucked up
I come from the area where Smack used to hold the camera in front punch
I'm a different breed, be careful if you effin' wit' me
Especially if you wanna be part of this URL brand indefinitely
Shit, look at this, I'm feelin' the Caffeine URL brandin', definitely
Cause you could've been a Crip bangin' fo' yo' set
Now you dyin' on the set
URL branded (Brandon) death and Nit' Lee
Bitch these, ain't no blanks I'm shootin', I brung Smith &'s for your supporters
But I can switch, have somethin' different, take out ya sons and daughters
But as for you? You know I gotta have somethin' much bigger for ya
Want a clue? I miss when Ace was 25, that's .50 for the Quarter
Now ya life is over, stock up, this a hoarder
I ain't playin' wit' this bitch
I gotta have the gun lines cause that's his glitch
And I'm prayin' Jesus can't fix it cause from what I've seen in life
You gay [?] and can't fix it
Ready to die by a gun line and lay wit' ya biscuit
Every round you flamin' shit
Relax sis', you not the only one who got lead
Guns ain't hard to get if you got bread
Everybody's a shooter these days
So when you drop dead, it's just another sad tale
Cause my aim to flip a Quarter, I got heads
But I bet you only talk guns and all that shit cause you can't fight and you small as shit
Let's bet our other half...I bet you I whip yo' ass
And fuck his guns, you gotta be smokin' crystal meth if you think he out here like Mad Max with his little ass
Whoever believe you a shot of Rum, must be hittin' a little glass
Cause you ain't gon' do shit wit' them grips that you got
Have you ever seen a n***a get shot?
Now lyrically, he can [?] service
Physically? Ain't done shit on his block
Got an optimum amount of bars about it
But if I rain on him, expect Rum signal to drop
Now let's get to the plot
Without gun lines do you really got a pen Nitty?
And without an actual gun are you tough?
Cause last night I seen a lof of fem' in Nitty (femineity)
And on that note, there are some tips I can lend Nitty
Cause my flow like a bottle of [?], good for a body, alkaline Nitty
And I'm not even out to win Nitty
I'm here cause I don't back down
Plus I love this setting, I can actually just rap now
How 'bout I give you a one-bar scheme for ya background?
That your head can't wrap 'round
Cause whoever cheer (chair) for Nit', your whole section'll (sectional) get sat down
That's body on body like a packed crowd
But if they act up, it's bucks on top of bucks, this a cash cow
And I can't pull back now so n***a don't freeze up
It would be funny if you spent all of that time throwin' them "C's" up
Then Beasley called, "Next, C's up" then a n***a seize up
Also I wanna ask, why is your name "Rum Nitty" but I only see you drinkin' Henny wit' yo' dumb ass?
You know what? Don't even answer that
Just catch yo' breath and get ready fo' round two witcho punk ass
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye, when I heard we was doin' Kings Vs. Queens, I said, "This gon' be a bunch of fun"
But y'all got me pissed
Take a seat thinkin' y'all can compete, this ain't what you want
I mean you might can come out here and beat some of these other bums
But we all know none of you hoes can stand up to number one
Is you fuckin' dumb?
This won't work out perm scout
This dyke bitch don't deserve clout
I should break her mouth
Then this (dentist) thot'll (thought will) have a hard time gettin' words out
You burnt out, this hoe need a bath
You look like you don't clean yo' ass strap or yo' cookie, you bold just for that
Walk around this bitch smellin' like 'Badussy' you gon' catch the nose of the MAC
Get clapped
You know I'ma ride and it's time to die
I load the clip and get payback like it's monetized
Said she was gon' beat me? Stop the lies
You didn't think that I'd top C (autopsy) performance?
Well now you know why she died
If you try? I'ma leave ya head cracked
I can't stunt, I've been itchin' to lace fronts
When these bitches gon' get it in they head Smack?
Let's rap
I ain't gon' take it easy, she dies
If you thought givin' her me (Hermes), smart, you got greased (Greece'd) or be blind
Think wise, cause I'll run a knife right up her side and (Poseidon) and she'll see (sea/C) god
But on the bright side, this was a good look fo' sho'
But askin' why it took so long
It's crazy you got all that ass in them pants but ain't nobody jumpin' to put you on
Fuck you doin'?
Actin' like you don't bleed
Hoe please, you gon' make me empty out this whole heat
Reload, then dump some mo' on her (Moana), keep it under control C (sea)
Hoe please, I done really slid with them poles
Kicked in them doors
Whipped on the stove
But it don't matter how y'all envision me though
I lost my baby mama and my mama in the same month and still didn't fold
I raise my kids on my own
That makes me realer than any pistol I hold
But we all been through shit too, right?
That'll have you sayin', "Fuck everybody." that's what ya mood like
Pushin' people away that's tryin' to help, you really lose sight
You couldn't understand it, they was tryin' to bless you, like gesundheit
Bitch you light, better bow down
Bet the bake, I'ma at least beat 3, 2-1, I even put my account down (a countdown)
Loud rounds
Out the pistol shoot, she'll die
If I don't do the job, I'ma finish you and get rid of you
Before I squeeze the .9, I let C decide (see the side); peripheral
I'ma put an end to you
I feel like I'm good for this culture no cappin'
Cause I make you motherfuckas work harder
All my opponents be spazzin'
They on they A game when they face me
I give 'em a shot, they reach levels they usually can't reach
I'm a performance enhancer
Then go check they next few performances after
Right back to average
The K's screamin', you ain't leavin'
If I let a Flame go straight by (bi), I'm puttin' gays (gaze) in the sky, it look like I'm daydreamin' (Day' dreamin')
You can't keep it real yourself
I'm raisin' two black queens so I don't wanna rap about how you tried to kill yoself
[Round 2: C3]
"Suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself"
Well, you brung it up last night so let's talk about it
N***a, I tried
But you know what? I think for me to make it here today to battle you, might be one of the reasons I'm still alive
Now I know all y'all might be confused so let's go for a ride
I need y'all to come wit' me
Back to 2018 I told Don Lady, "I been ahead of my time, that's why you bitches can't fuck wit' me
Y'all wanna know why at 15 I tried to commit suicide?
Cause in my head I was already battlin' Rum Nitty."
Hmmm
That's kinda prophetic, wouldn't you say?
Now these people think I'ma get decapitated, I disagree
But somehow my spirit knew I would be headed (beheaded) your way
So your old style? Hang it up, there's no crowd
They already kicked the chairs (cheers) you gotta rap better today
And I don't wanna hear gun line after gun line after gun-
That shit make me wanna slit my wrists
But yet in still I try not to take in vein (vain) your meddling (metal in) ways
And today? I've never felt more alive
Now they might like your bars more than mine but there's more to mine
See I try to paint pictures with these bad thoughts of mine
Cause I know the real image will have y'all mortified
I put my all into this, so every line there's more to find
You was about to fight over a personal that wasn't even personal, cause you hold more confined
I'm an open book
So to these people I'm the hug and the shoulder they needed, and even more can find
I uplift them, give them more for they mind
You just out, up, liftin' Draco's and all them .9's
But - aww fuck
Don't worry y'all I ain't chokin', don't call time
Just clearly I had too much Lux on my mind
Rum, you don't get no bitches
I mean, besides homegirl we all know it's a truth to that
I mean, cause if I saw you wit' a bad bitch I'll walk straight up to that chick like, "Aye. You gon' suck this dick...but it's a pussy, you cool wit' that?"
Rum prolly be like, "Fuck outta here. My bitch straight, she ain't doin' that."
N***a please, I'll have your bitch bring me the eats and leave without the Uber App
Now whatchu gon' do 'bout that?
Am I gonna catch all the smoke?
"Take, so many punches that the fans yellin'-"?
Boy, fuck all your quotes
I will have my n***as knock you out and take them little chains off ya throat
'Bout time you come to, they'll be at the pawnshop tryin' to get off the ropes
Good lord I'm dope, I told y'all we was gonna get it in
You thought I was just fast cash on the card, well payment declined, I'ma push that pin (pen) again
Cause before I just lay down and die, I'll empty this revolver, reload and empty that bitch again
The judge asked me about the overkill, I'll just say, "I was thinkin' about Wal-Mart your honor
And that was way more bucks than I meant to spend (spin)."
Now you gotta admit, that shit was clever
I can come up with that type of shit whenever
So you just stoppin' my writtens? Never
I'm old school with the pen, and pad pack like a get-together
Now yours filled with headshots, you dotted eyes (I's) but for me you gotta cross your T's
I guess at first you ain't feel the pressure
Well you should've chose a different measure
Cause my flow switch with the weather
And now that he knows 3 cold, I bet (k)Nit' a sweater
The name's C3, I do my numbers and I hold shit down to the letter
But they say, "Nitty let it fly and bugs every battle."
Well I guess I'm John Wick lit, on a Citronella
Now is that too Insane?
Well cool, cause I'm too deranged
Also known for overdoin' thangs
They say your tempers massive
Well if I pull this mag Nit', 'tude (magnitude) will change
Aye Charlie! Should I do another scheme wit' it?
Reach wit' it
Nah, but I can spit it greater
While I figure out what I'ma cook for dinner later
Cause if I pull this mag' Nit', (magnet), next place you'll be seen? On a refrigerator
Cause it's no way, you can survive around 3
And you definitely, DEFINITELY, ain't gon' survive in round three
Get his ass from 'round me

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye, you told that n***a Riggz that you wanted to bend over

[C3] I didn't say that

[Rum]
Then you tried to retract yo' statement
Nah uh, it was too late, we already heard you say it
You can't erase it
Don't try to explain it
That's exactly what you was thinkin'
How are you out the closet and undercover? That shit's amazin'
Then you went and slipped up and exposed yo' straightness, you trippin'
Jeezy voice, "Bitches sneak dickin'
And that ain't how we play
Bitch you lyin' you fucked a n***a named "DJ""
She fake, couldn't pay me enough to screw you
You wouldn't get this pipe
I'd decline dyke (Klondike), what would you do?
Bitch move, or you'll get slapped
You look like a whole fuckin' n***a in the face, that's true in fact
This ratchet bitch gotta man chin (mansion) like the movie Bats
Stupid ass, I should steal you on the spot
You think that you kinda big that you can box?
What are you 3? 5'7"? (.357), still don't got a shot
Off top
They said, "N***as don't take it serious." and it irks me too
Cause takin' somebody that has fake drive is a step-back 3, that's a Curry move
I'm tryin' to murder you
This match gon' get worse, I bring a casket out first
But bitch it's been (bent) over, before the coffin (coughin'), that's a cavity search
Why you tryin' to cover up yo' ass with the back of yo' shirt?
That shit's berserk
Hidin' (hide in) a cake like a bachelor party dancer at work
I should dog yo' bitch ass
They gon' come out here and cheer for what you sayin' but all that shit's trash
You gon' have me feelin' like a bad boyfriend, just sit back and watch you get gas
Clip blast
A bitch get buried, I lift the heat, this old Colt get to kickin' 3; Vinatieri
Bitch you scary, I ain't gon' play witchu fam'
Just like when E smoked you, shit got way outta hand
That ain't how you playin'
You was supposed to stick to the script and pick Hart (heart) apart
Don't you think like a man?
But fam'
If she says she ain't never been with a dude, she lyin'
Her coochie wide
I know you done sucked a dick at least two/three times
Mini chops, I'ma make the goons swing by
And tell 'em right after you put the Drac' to C ('Toosie), Slide'
You gon' die and I'ma leave you where you at
What you gon' call me a lil' n***a?
Bitch you greasy and you fat
And couldn't go the length with somebody my height
Tell 3 to mention (dimension) that
But facts, I gotta question I wanna ask my dawg, my n***a
If you had a chance to marry one, and fuck one, and kill one
Smack, what broads you pickin'?

[Smack]
I'm killin' all these bitches man

[Round 3: C3]
Ayo, shoutout to Roc
I learned a lot battlin' that guy truly
Seems like every guy I battled after that, just could not move me
Smack you remember that, that's when I told you I was the New Jack
If y'all ever question why that movie
Cause that Roc(k) smoke is the reason why I'm on fire, now I'm Pookie
But you? I know it make you mad when they say you wanna be like Tay, right?
Gun Bar King/Gun Line King
That shit really ain't the same, right?
I mean, I had ya back, but as of lately I'm startin' to feel like they right
Cause soon as he turn into Dracula, you started runnin' from daylight (Daylyt)
But let me guess, you don't wanna be Dracula you'll be more like Blade, right?
N***a, if you don't wanna show us the inner you, then fuck it, this blade might
And I just feel bad for they site
Cause when you stuck in front the audience, it ain't stage fright
I used to be a big fan
I studied you, and I'm not now
Cause I realize you reach and recycle a whole bunch, your shit don't seem so hot now
And I wasn't even gon' bring it up in front of everybody 'til in one of your battles you said, "get shot up like a drome image"
I'm like, "Okay, this shit gotta stop now."
The camera is literally under the drone, use your eyes clown
Or think 'bout bitches besides Hustle treat you, they shot down
You need to work harder on your shit Rum, or catch a head butt
I'll split Rum, let his blood drip, like I spilt Rum
But this y'all land?
Well me and the ladies came to fuck you n***as up and take over like pilgrims
But y'all tell me-

{stumbles}

Now I know that they feel Rum, but that don't mean that I should fear Rum
Cause if C's so sick then this heat'll sear Rum (serum)
Now you used to do so good in yo' past battles
But I can't say much fo' yo' past battles, but I can't say much fo' yo' last battles
And now Geechi the face of the west, you gotta live in that shadow
I guess I'm here to finish Rum off like Jack Sparrow
Cause I am 3, I am god, I don't fuckin' lose
That goes for any battle rap bitches or you fuckin' dudes
From now on, shit gon' go by my fuckin' rules
I'll be your awakenin', love or fear, which one you choose?