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[round 1: viixen the assassin]
two weeks…there’s a lot of stress with this
i did this for y’all, was even gon’ mess with this
win/lose…i ain’t even tryin’ to flex with this
but tonight, y’all gettin’ vicki
victoria, viixen the assassin, my black side, my white side
i literally use mixed personalities to prep for this
cause they testin’ pens, i won’t stop, a dome pop
i told my shooters, “qp/yung ill”, translation, “smoke roc(k)”
you dirty b_tch!
you dirty b_tch!
you dirty b_tch!
you dirty b_tch, i will knot yo’ sh_t
first day of school outfit laid out, i couldn’t wait to roc(k) yo’ sh_t
i’m not them
two weeks and i still won’t give you a light win(d)
or take it breezy on you
boy that n_gga body on top of yours the only way i take it easy (eazy) on you
we know the truth
surf’s a p_ssy
i don’t wanna hear none of that, “cortez”, “short prep” or “family” sh_t
cause surf still be on twitter sp_ces runnin’ his mouth everyday
surf you’se a b_tch
now roc gotta die because of you
bullets tear a leg or two
knock his cerebellum loose
sh_t went from “surf on twitter sp_ce” to caution yellin’, “give him sp_ce! let the paramedics through!”
i’m the truth, you don’t stand a chance with this
blade so sharp, i can open up a can with this
nah, brand new .9, modified, i can open up a man with this
fresh, lemon, squeeze
i can open up a stand with this
ya man get hit
these shots, you can share wit’ ya crew
tsu surf’s a baby, i was gon’ do him terrible too (two)
that was for you
they don’t need to hear that heater
silence on the gun
they don’t need to hear that either
i’m lethal, this what it cost to scheme
headshot, it’s gon’ cost a dream
take a lost to me, you gon’ be off the scene
pull the protection out with one hand, i’m steve harvey off love don’t cost a thing
yes, i’m p_ssed about that last match
but let’s talk about this one or are you that wack?
if i was gonna carry you, they could’ve at least gave me [?] for a backpack
every word i say to you, my stock drop, i need nasdaq
next call i’ma ask for so much money, they can swipe it and get cash back
who booked this?
i wanna take these moments to put him in the trash sack
if you reminiscing, i’m in the memory, i’m comin’ to ya house to get the flashback
shotgun, have you forgettin’ every line that you brought back
cal tech, yeah, with this h_ll i’m all that
all facts, i’m not the one you wanna try sucka
glock sing a song, it’s been dyin’ to cover
this type of shootin’, they don’t try at the rucker
the irony, tsunami alive and you’ve gotta wave goodbye to ya mother
i’m clutchin’, clutchin’
i’ll up it, up it
what these kids say now_a_days?
this sh_t bussin’, bussin’ (bustin’, bustin’)
gun titles? a buncha suckas
i’ll put the pole at the end of block he know the bus(t) is comin’
chess a kid, i’ll talk to him like i’m his f_ckin’ mother
tsu surf can suck my d_ck, he f_ckin’ duckin’
you took a picture of what you thought was a woman…turns out it was another brother
tay like morning wood
(why?)
cause roc(k) hard, but he undercover
y’all know how i’m comin’
he a girl dad, so i’m here on a mission
every father’s worst nightmare, his daughter lookin’ up to a vixen (viixen)
i’m cookin’ this n_gga, hibachi with it, take some sake with it
meanin’ i j_panese shots, get a body lifted
he like, “whatchu gon’ do with that gun?”
n_gga catch a body with it!
i’m bulimic, i’ll throw this up, then (thin) body b_tches
i don’t get it
you had a whole round about a woman’s body
well tonight, you can get k!lled with it
y’all remember he talked about o’fficial’s shape
the whole time i’m the one that’s built different
i’m not trippin’
you can stand there with your great tales ’til your family get the n_gga in boxes
hate mail
great fail
i got a pine box for my biggest hater
you’ll get a hollow stupid, like an intercom in a generator
i’m greatness
this gon’ put you in a bad spot, i grab glocks
bullets sell out like black cops
run down, where’s the deposit?
stay silent? the mag’ pop
don’t answer questions then get the sig’ (cig’), good cop/bad cop
f_g stop
i told them i needed a fast op’
not a p_ssy b_tch who never fights but mouth run wild
y’all know pristavia, cut a man?
she’s like the toughest and buffest in gun titles
surf put her in the group
you started to cry and get crazy
tay roc was like, “no daddy surf. i thought i was gun titles first lady.”
you are a worker, not the boss
my first op’, was more up to my caliber
so don’t ask me why i wanted surf so bad
of course this white woman wanna speak to the manager
[round 1: tay roc]
aye, i watched you sn_tch your respect and earn the spot
you get me instead of surf
that’s like goin’ from earnin’ a shot to earnin’ a shot
i’ma leave this white girl stretched, stepped on, i’ma hurt her a lot
to whip me, this white girl gotta turn into roc(k)
i spot the car she got, we tryin’ to clap this white girl whip
catch her in traffic and make this white girl flip
you don’t like none of this white girl sh_t?
she don’t like none of this white girl sh_t
regina hall in scary movie 2 i’m prayin’ that this white girl trip
i ain’t got no chill, b_tch don’t get roc(k)ed for real
this lil’ white girl sayin’ “catch me outside” and find out how a doctor feel (dr. phil)
disaster (dizaster) gon’ strike and she gon’ see how hoffa feel
she gon’ end up with a, “haha, i’m just jokin'” (k)not for real
get shot and k!lled
at the courtroom, i’ma claim manslaughter
two straps, just me and my main man caught her
gun to her face
gun to her back
bang cans on her
yeah, that’s a d_ck in her face and a hit from the back, a train ran on her
fam’ warn her, i just gave the tec a kickstand but f_ck that
machete go in her breast and get jammed
the blade poke her, until her chest just expand
i go in and come out with a heart (hart) on my sleeve, like bret the hitman
b_tch, you ever been dead before?
it’s gon’ be slow motion
skull fractured
jaw wired, ya t__th, nose broken
you gon’ see ghost floatin’
f_ck with roc(k), get cremated
and once this white girl’s ash, she (ashy) she won’t need no lotion
what type of weed hoes smokin’?
b_tch, if roc is in a jam, you gon’ get hit with everything i got that’s in the can’
get roc with the chop’ that’s in my hand
before she falls she’s standin’ up shakin’ like nle choppa when he dance
amg mode
this, what i’ma do to viix
ruthless sh_t, ruger spit
let it smoke in her mouth; hookah tips
ludicrous, how many shots she took? numerous
r.i.p. shirt, her body on a tee (t); crucifix
shoot the b_tch
this war machine got a marvel_ous sound
strange scope on the iron, man, with my vision i’m hawk’ing her down
doin’ somethin’ foul can (falcon) be the talk of the town
her blood was scarlet which (witch) made the police wander (wanda) around
my crip wit’ me, you know that that cannon by
low key (loki) all she gon’ see is a rag and roc (ragnarök), then a hammer fly
the assassin better be a samurai
a newer version
she gon’ have to punch her way outta this casket like uma thurman
you see what i do in person, i’m who they should save you from
two weeks ago, i wasn’t even thinkin’ ’bout you, let’s make it fun
i’ll raise a gun, bang a drum, deflate a lung
bald head will knock your self conscious out ya body like the ancient one
b_tch i ain’t the one
you playin’ around
you gonna end up with nothin’ but a grave in the ground
at your funeral, it’s sunny, everybody wearin’ shades in the crowd
they watchin’ the soul of (solar) you v raise (uv rays) through the clouds
i will catch victoria steppin’ (stephans) out, weapons out
ransom note sent to babs and debo with a set amount
black .9, my silver one the brightest, i let ’em out
have vix’ caught in the middle of devices, spell it out
somebody tell this b_tch, “level up or get leveled out”
i will untuck the _rs_nal (arsonal) and the rebel out
i be at ya gravesite with a shovel out
on god, don’t end up a b_tch i gotta smack the devil out
this what the h_ll i’m ’bout
this broad is a goner
teflon is the armor
b_tch you better have all of it on ya
kick in ya door with all of my partners
make it fairly odd for vicky, i brought timmy, cosmo and wanda
pardon me, but this b_tch funny; comedy
you gotta get on ya knees and suck my d_ck when you talk to me
you start wit’ me, it’s gon’ be violins for viixen
i got a very, violent, vendetta, and it’s gon’ start with v
light bars
gang sh_t
[round 2: viixen the assassin]
battlin’ me? ya times up
cause who the f_ck ever line up get lined up
y’all ever scroll on facebook and it say, “broadcast get interrupted on the live” bruh?
exactly, one phone call and i’m f_ckin’ n_ggas live’s (lives) up
it won’t be long before he gone
clip viral; bing bong
the casket? i’ll put a roc(k) in that stain, like a dream song
he wrong
you battled danny myers and lost
that’s a fact to the masses
check the app if we askin’
but you talked about his wife’s addiction thinkin’ that’ll be classic
do you believe in a parallel universe?
(i do!)
and it’s actually tragic
cause you talked about vicky smokin’ roc(k), then it actually happened
new vendetta
we can do whateva
i move berettas
sh_t like sp_ce jam i knew touchin’ roc(k) would make my shootin’ better
nothin’ you do is clever
a,b,c, 1,2,3 setups
gun line, that’s what roc like
geologist, i study, figured out roc(k) type
.38 on me, he’ll lift, i’m the meanest b_tch, his team’ll split
even his granny know the baby comin’, she dreamed of fish
i’m dope roc(k), they fiend for this
spin the block, swing the stick
he said, “that’s light”, i brought a beam with this
john john with caution i creep with this
no john john with caution i sleep with this
roc(k) passed to make a point that’s a mean assist
left hook, lean his sh_t
right hook a jaw_dropper like, “d_mn bro, you seen that b_tch?”
i got the cleanest hits
these hands tough
i pull up to his crib, he don’t wanna fight, p_ssy boy stand up
like the police outside and you wanted for murder
come outside wit’ yo’ hands up
one hit, send ’em back
he been a pack
vision black
nice hook, quicker jab
left_hand dominate, the right’s ugly; chicken scratch
get in the bag
we catch roc and robbin’ his ass
the bar scene
beat him ’til he f_ckin’ back in the days (daze), like an old fling
run up in his crib, we need the whole thing
and then some
my n_ggas move in for nothin’; low income
big guns, revolver, sign your life over at any second
but mines worse than a 360 deal…it’s a .357
no half steppin’
drive_by, i won’t play witchu
i’m slayin’ you
the window, a kid’s court
i let ’em down when the baby shoot
i will tear you block down, just for f_ckin’ fun
bodies drop, but i’m not f_ckin’ done
this one empty, i pull another gun
sh_t like jenga, if yo’ block don’t fall when i pull this i pull another one
is you f_ckin’ dumb?
you are a bummy b_tch
time was up, i was done with this
but then i started laughin’ again
cause a man talkin’ about a woman’s body is some funny sh_t
yes, i’m a mom body b_tch
a foo foo body b_tch
a milf body b_tch
i got kids body b_tch
big stomach, bigger ass, small tits body b_tch
this the body of a b_tch that you could never get
you talk about women’s bodies when your woman’s body’s sick
that’s crazy
this kangaroo pouch is why i carry the baby
i’m not playin’
comprende? knock his noodles in
i don’t dictate
punch after punch after punch, i’m not stoppin’
blood everywhere
how the f_ck i get roc(k) on my hand before caution
body after body after body with the same lead
if you still alive when i’m done shootin’
you better act like you know and play dead
p_ssy!
[round 2: tay roc]
aye, she just
she just said somethin’ about my girl
stop playin’ wit’ me
b_tch, you got three kids, three baby dads, started three different families
now she was talkin’ ’bout caution so let get somethin’ out
i don’t wanna hear sh_t from a b_tch that f_cked norbes, keep my wife name out ya f_ckin’ mouth!
before you got that woman’s belt, you ain’t had much of a voice
never thought i would have to k!ll you, but now i ain’t got much of a choice
you rappin’ ’bout heavy guns, what the f_ck is the point?
you not vaporrub so i can’t see vix’ (vicks) handlin’ muscular joints
aye, you ain’t believe last round then maybe this one will want to make you
i ain’t come to talk fake sh_t i don’t know ’bout you
f_ck an angle, real sh_t, a lot of these n_ggas would love to date you

{guys in the crowd start saying “facts!”}

y’all h_rny. n_ggas is weird

aye, real sh_t, a lot of these n_ggas would love to date you
and i would cuff you, to a bed, and suffocate you
n_ggas do the grimiest sh_t
like on power over [?]
victoria, headshot, like gloria and she died in the whip
see, b.i., you should start mindin’ ya sh_t
like egan beefin’ with the flames in chicago, i’ll put the tommy on vic’
nah, all jokes aside, this white girl be blackin’, right?
this white girl be actin’ black
i’m like, “why she ain’t actin’ white?”
then come to find out you ain’t just a white girl, you black and white
half is black and half is white like the acolyte
i hit my plug up, codeword: “vixen”, that’s for a half a white
scratch that, you thought it was this, but it ain’t that tonight
you gon’ have to fight
my mind ain’t actin’ right
almost 400 years ago
just picture what that was like
you would’ve been a master’s wife
i would’ve been like a slave
i ain’t racist, i can just talk about you bein’ white for days
you are as white as rage
white as mayo
white as abe
you are white as bread
white as milk, rice and eggs
in ya kitchen, you ain’t got no seasoning and spices saved
you coat your chicken in flour and fry it…in the microwave
scratch that, the demon’s out, go light the sage
i got psycho ways, i’ll strangle this b_tch with a micro braids
i’m in that type of phase
and glad that i’m able
for rappin’ i’m grateful
you bein’ half white, that ain’t even half my angle
picture you cookin’ food that sat at my table
yuck, i’ll pick it up and put that dish in the front yard, now it’s satellite cable
played you
white girl bars is somethin’ you gotta deal with
it don’t matter how much you try deny bein’ white you still mixed
f_ck what vix’ thinks
it look like you sniff paint
and if you thirsty, i’ll p_ss in a cup and make this mix drink
get ya sh_t straight
this b_tch stink like a fish tank
big shank, but this for that b_tch that claim big ape
i grip a blade and start severing hustle
chop her the f_ck up cause i’d be better off in life with several hustles
so tell her it’s trouble
i want her to know, i’m runnin’ the show
plus she got help, everybody in that group, they hustle & flow
but back to viixen, i’m uppin’ the pole
rifle clap
put somebody that’s white and black on a shirt like n.w.o
i’m done with this hoe
i will wake you up out ya sleep while you in bed
whip out like, “use ya mouth or eat through a tube instead.”
like, “you gon’ lose all ya t__th if you don’t suck my d_ck. choose ya meds
you got two choices viixen. it’s either eat soup or head (superhead).”
you is dead
right about now, cause the time right
i got a green inf’ beam, i’ma let you have the limelight
b_tch, get ya mind right
or the .9 might take victoria head off her neck like edward in twilight
bullets in ya highlights
send you to the skylights
b_tch, this better be the best we ever heard you rhyme like
y’all put viixen the assassin vs a diamond that shine bright
just to see v vs. roc(k), my quality high price
stay put, move wrong, get hit with a straight hook
7_6_2, i’ll knock down somethin’ that’s 8 foot
aye look, it’s gon’ burn where ever the blade put
once i hack her (hacker), it’s bigger worries than gettin’ ya page took
look at how her face look
b_tch we don’t play games
show up where this lame hang, all she hear is “gang gang”
straight pain
pistol whip her, so blood from her face drains
’til it’s flood in her face, i don’t want a plain jane
respectable
you put in work, i can’t discredit you
get skeptical, metal blew
split this b_tch head in two
get medical
if she survive, that’s incredible
she’ll be brain_dead but live, as a mixed vegetable
b_tch, you gon’ get did terrible if you try f_ck wit’ me
battle rap is not a job to me this sh_t is fun to me
f_ck a scheme, angle, punch, it’s ’bout a gun to me
a gun
(is the only thing that get the job done for me)
light bars

[round 3: viixen the assassin]
i’m black and white, but they only criticize the white girl in it
that’s cool, i’ll take the white girl image
danika patrick, y’all done got a white girl driven
and since this a murder scene, y’all ’bout to see a white girl trippin’
you goin’ up in smoke, soon as i let the steel flare
big arms, like terry crews, that i will air
spine shot, got him runnin’ from a white chick yeah
cause once i black, you gon’ need a wheelchair
calicoe pops was ’bout to beat yo’ ass
that’s facts tay
if you see him in the venue, go that way
but that explains the way you rap the way you rap tay
to you, i’m gonna always just be a white girl in the culture
cause you scared to say anything about black face
i’ma rob this n_gga blind, no fakin’
run up in his crib, it’s so sp_cious
but easy to get into cause he low maintenance
couldn’t pass on hittin’ this joint, that’s f_ckin’ up the rotation
any problem the eagle come out, his soul raising
i’m talkin’ so much desert heat, you gon’ be lookin’ for an oasis
i’m not basic
i came here to k!ll
what’s yo’ plan roc?
heavy metal, bangin’ wit’ drums, give me yo’ bands roc(k)
or maybe you’re a reggae fan, you’re in a jam roc(k)
dee brown i ain’t even gotta look to slam roc(k)
d_mn roc, everything you do is strange
dot mobb, cave, gun titles, you be movin’ gangs
you was wearin’ contacts…we was watchin’ ya pupils change
the aim gon’ change his range
the range gon’ change the bang
the bang gon’ change his frame
the frame_ bro yo’ b_tch ugly as h_ll my n_gga
i b_tch your b_tch is just alll
you like battle rap b_tches?
with gun lines?
b_tches with bars?
it’s not a problem she a battle rapper
it’s the fact that she f_ckin’ sucks
for you to be so top tier and your lady is that bad is f_ckin’ up
you don’t spar wit’ her?
give her advice?
nothin’?
i can’t believe you
when you say you don’t write for her, we believe you
i hate when caution be like, “i don’t even let roc hear my rounds.”
b_tch you need to!
i battled caution ten years ago
i done passed her in rank and pay
ain’t it ironic sis’
i’m a top, you a bottom, and ya man g_y
hey tay tay
n_gga, i bet ya favorite round is a glizzy
your favorite cake is a ding dong
your favorite fruit is a banana
your favorite donut is a long john
your favorite vegetable is an eggplant
your favorite basketball player is rudy g_y
your favorite line is, “i didn’t come to play. i came to slay.”
i’ma keep it goin’
your favorite sport is hacky sack
your favorite movie is the nut cracker
john john started on grindtime, i bet he’s your favorite battle rapper
your favorite place to travel is thailand, yeah bangkok
your favorite part of new year’s eve is when the ball’s drop
i’ma keep it goin’
then you date caution to make yourself look straight, that’s non_sense
when your favorite actor is dwayne “rock” johnson
ya favorite movie? i couldn’t think of nothin’ but(t) holes
they like, “i believe her.”
you called surf the quarterback, i guess that makes you the wide receiver
listen people, i don’t wanna hear nothin’ about overused angles when b_tches still take pictures with they b_tt on the sink
the truth is setting you free
j2 opened doors for you to be who you wanna be
why are you afraid to?
and we call him “g_y roc”, what that make you?
if we call him “g_y roc”, i’ma call you “tay2”
be you, why is it something you wanna reject?
i’m bi_racial, you bi_s_xual, we both got parts of us that people don’t wanna accept
body after body after body with the same lead
if you still alive when i’m done shootin’, you better act like you know and play dead
so y’all can go and find another vixen that think she f_ckin’ with me
but make sure that she’s sugar_free cause these b_tches sweet

{viixen tries to kiss tay roc on the cheek}

[round 3: tay roc]
i ain’t come with white girl bars and mix flips all three y’all
she ain’t even smart, peep y’all
if i was her i would’ve reb_ttaled like, “i’m half white/half black, it’s nothin’ for me to put a “n_gga” in the er”
i told beas’, “give me that money surf ain’t want and in two weeks it’s lit.”
surf turned it down cause he ain’t want you
and me? i ain’t even pick
sh_t to easy viix’, you an easy vic’
don’t even matter, me, surf, chess, sh_t, you could’ve been eazy vic’
you piece of sh_t
i will beat the sh_t out ya fraud ass
swing and make sure i target the cheek, saw mask
break every bone in ya face, ya jaw glass
headshot, wreck ya crown vic’toria_ car crash
ya ceiling get popped
i thought you knew you was dealin’ with roc
concealing a glock
whoever try to be a hero get shot
catch you with ya kids enjoying a meal in ya spot
vivica fox in k!ll bill i shoot through the cereal box
the cheerios drop
big semi, i keep that b_tch with me
leave her eyes closed, put the wide nose on miss piggy
viixen gon’ die if she trippin’
b_tch hit me, like i’m tryin’ to get your undivided attention
stick wit’ me
30 cl!ck wit’ me
let sh_t get tricky
for a bag of chips i’ll shoot up every house, and won’t miss vicky
i’ll have forensics out tryin’ to trace this .50
breakin’ weed up on the album, that’s when the case gets sticky
i’ll hit vicky, she’ll take a long nap where she fall at
ball bat to ya ball cap
suck my ball sack, sweat and all that
wrong move gon’ get this broad clapped
we brought guns to the fight, hope you came to the brawl (bra) strapped
draw that
caught her once, bang
caught her twice, bang
the third one? tried to cut off her lights
but none went through, hey stuck, lodged in tight
in surgery, docs gotta cut open v like the jaws of life
i took god advice cause’s he’s g_nius as sh_t
“viixen” start with “v” and you know in hood lingo, “v” is a vehicle, whip
drive her up in the mountains then the vehicle flip
rest in peace left eye, i push v off a cliff
who gassed v up?
she more like a hooptie, you gon’ need some work
if i drop my location and you pull up on me, you’ll see the worst
if i see headlights from a car i don’t know this heat’ll burst
make it dark, bullets break lights, i bet v reverse
she leavin’ earth
you should’ve dodged me
with a shotgun i challenge her (challenger) and let somethin’ super charge v
they gon’ put me in a cell, that’s four by ten
think it’s a game, i’ll give v bucks and she gon’ need a new fortnite skin
y’all peep the buildup?
i’m levels above v
she ain’t got the heart (hart) but they gas you to be a level above e
as far as c3, you ain’t above c (sea) level
and i already left everything leveled above sea
if you came to rap, don’t rap for them, b_tch rap for me
i’ll make an accura cause an accident with the accuracy
i’ma grab her, gag her, then grip the gauge gradually
nah, she gon’ see ars (c.a.r.s), then it’s a wrap for v
she asked for me, she should’ve known she in war
armed with hammers, these baldheads ain’t gon’ clean the floor
.50 cal, you never seen before
desert eagle, put this triangle on v, look like a ouija board
if you don’t understand, just play it cool
if i got a racket, the next time i talk to you, it’s gon’ look like i’m playin’ pool
i raise the tool, have bullets blitzen when they shoot off
red beam in front of viixen, look like rudolph
gatling gun, several attachments, handle on the side
i shoot it and it look like i’m pedaling backwards
they gotta cremate the body, there’s no head for the casket
the next time you’ll see viixen (vicks in) a medicine cabinet
it’s gon’ be h_ll, i got 30 shots for this female
i give v6 if v8 (ate) that then give v12
i’ma need bail from clappin’ this ruger
hollow tips crack ya medulla
send v flyin’ back to the future
i’ll actually shoot ya, put you right in the place where you need to be
two weeks was too easy to write for you to keep it g
i don’t care who in ya inbox, them n_ggas ain’t even me
i’ve been in maryland all my life and i ain’t never dm’d v (dmv)
you was never beatin’ me
b_tch! still n_ggas lyin’
tell her like i told the others, i don’t feel n_ggas rhymes
who she foolin’ with them steel grippin’ lines?

- urltv

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