Текст песни Rap Battle 2 - Yazz , Empire Cast
I'm
'bout
to
send
your
funny
looking
ass
to
the
circus
Or
back
under
that
rock
With
the
serpents
Claimin'
your
a
rider
'bout
that
Life
of
movin'
workin'
You
let
the
flame
go
but
your
Life
is
really
worthless
I
don't
give
a
damn
where
you
came
from
You're
sweeter
than
a
honey
bun
That's
why
every
single
person
Don't
desert
you
Aww,
you
need
a
hug
Sorry
I
gotta
hurt
you
Get
out
of
line
And
butter
boy
I'll
really
have
to
Merk
you
Uh,
think
it's
sweet
I
ain't
no
dessert
food
On
the
same
stage
you
should
Be
grateful
You
about
to
get
peeled
like
a
Grape
fruit
Can't
touch
me
Little
boy
blue,
hoo
Aww,
look
at
you
boy
You
so
precious
I
think
it's
time
we
let
'em
know
just
Who
the
best
is
If
we
talkin'
money
gone
And
check
it
off
your
checklist
Freda
'bout
that
action
Watch
me
shoot
right
where
your
Chest
is
I
promise
I
ain't
lyin'
when
I
spit
it
And
whoever
writing
this
here
Just
for
you
I'm
really
wit'
it
Tell
your
homie
come
and
get
it
It's
whatever
I'm
that
Brownsville
bully
it's
Nothin'
better
This
rappin'
ain't
for
you
I
ain't
lyin'
I
keep
it
true
I
know
a
place
in
France
where
we
Send
Lil'
boys
like
you
Who
love
to
dance
and
love
to
Show
off
their
ass
in
hammer
pants
It's
real
here
You
better
check
your
time
Before
you
cross
the
line
Cuz
when
them
hitters
line
you
up
Boy,
you
can't
call
your
mom
Okay,
we
all
know
your
mommy
Was
a
hustler
But
you
not
You
crazy
if
you
think
you
Really
touchin'
her
But
this
the
type
of
field
That
I
play
on
I
put
that
ass
to
park
with
no
break
on
I
blow
like
napalm
So
you
should
hit
the
blunt
And
keep
on
smokin'
till
Your
eyes
low
Freda
spit
that
ether
Boy
them
bars
will
make
'em
die
slow
I
know
you
mad
'cause
is
not
you
boy
Your
brother
the
man
and
he
put
on
A
night
gown
boy
You
look
like
a
fan
I'm
sorry
boy
you
gotta
put
the
Check
first
I'll
make
your
neck
work
Your
lady
know
my
best
work
This
empire
all
mine
And
I
ain't
got
no
more
time
To
stand
here
with
all
these
lies
Which
one
is
it
You
wanna
be
the
queen
or
a
Lyon
Tell
cookie
get
the
milk
Cuz
the
baby
keep
on
crying
This
here
not
my
swag
And
lucious
please
give
him
a
towel
His
sweat
'bout
to
make
me
mad
Yo,
it's
a
rumble
in
the
jungle
All
eyes
on
me
I
ain't
Floyd
But
am
on
the
money
team
Imma
star
nobody
else
compare
To
Hakeem
I'm
on
Another
level
you
could
Learn
something
from
me
Bars
for
days
Word
play
dictionary
Go
for
blood
kill
every
thing
in
sight
Carrie,
scary
I'm
just
warning
up
They
done
lit
a
fire
that
They
can't
put
out
Imma
new
flavor
High
hater,
new
paper,
life
saver
No
sucker
here
Top
ten
I
belong
to
the
greats
Takin'
big,
takin'
nas
Takin'
pac,
takin'
j
Feel
me
The
Dalai
Lama
of
Hip
Hop
I
won't
stop
Doing
numbers
like
Warren
Buffet
I
own
stock
Slide
through
in
a
ray
park
it
And
board
a
yacht
Ice
drip
off
the
neck
Wrist
like
moonshine
No
shame
I'm
a
ball
legend
like
John
Stockton
Ten,
Big
Ben
is
my
best
friend
Pocket
full
of
blue
stripes
Blowin'
'em
every
thing
foreign
Yeah,
i'm
ownin'
it
One
time
for
you
(two
times
for
keem)
Hands
in
the
hair
if
you
repin'
dynasty
You
know
the
motto
(full
throttle)
Who
the
man
out
there
(Hakeem
got
it)
You
want
my
spot
flash
(but
you
can't
buy
it)
It's
Hakeem
pull
a
bullet
to
the
Name
Lyon
Who
run
it
(Hakeem)
Who
run
it
(Hakeem)
Who
the
flyest
in
the
world?
Who
do
it
like
(Hakeem)
Who
put
on
for
the
city?
Show
off
like
(Hakeem)
Nobody
nobody
Nobody
nobody
Nah,
not
even
lucious
the
king
Lyon
lyin'
I
warned
you
once
before
that
I'm
just
like
ya
From
now
on
I'm
cuttin'
ties
The
empire's
dyin'
Call
me
Hakeem
Bullet
to
the
name
Lyon
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