[Intro: Giz-A-Go Ring Announcer [Spoken word Announcer cadance] Alright, it's on, this bout is scheduled for one fall Standing eight count, if you fall, you loss Both of ya'll rap with honor, don't matter the cost Alright, now tough mics, and ya'll get it on.. [Acerbic] You like to talk a lot of shit, but now, I'm makin' you pay These Mayweather hooks, that I break in your face [Word-Swerver] Yeah, slow up your pace, punchlines makin' you daze I go the rounds, to leave you ripped up like paper mache Dickhead you better keep your fist up, and cover you face Cuz after this, you gettin' stitched up, I'm leavin' you maced [Acerbic Not nothing, come on fam, why you want me to break your jaw And have you sippin' meatloaf, through a plastic straw I suplex you hard, and straight, break your spinal Acerbic, I piss CDs and shit out vinyls Come on, man, stop throwin' on weak blows, I eat those Get at your people, desert eag' through the peephole What, you shootin' bricks, chump, I'm water from the free throw We had to get it on, the street said we equal [Word-Swerver] Man, listen, I'd rather fuck you up now, and then respect you later You gon' have me put your mic on a respirator When I was young, I got wicked, eight body buddies But now my arms is so strong, they could body your buddies [Acerbic] Yeah, shots through your belly, hot rocks poppin' your skelli' The call me inf', I never fake it, I keep it gully You couldn't touch my mic, if I gave it to you Half these cunts know I'm not the one to play, do you? [Word-Swerver] Listen, competition, come an go, my last vic, I bombed him You couldn't fuck with my style, if I gave you some condoms My rap's is sick [Acerbic] Yeah, but your jab ain't shit And I'mma weave right under it, and smash your lip [Word-Swerver] Oh, you fuckin' daredevil, you must of drunk You must of drunk a case of Mountain Dew Or smoked about an ounce or two, thinkin' I won't pound on you Well fuck you cunt [Acerbic] Well fuck you too I got a Ghost three oh eight [Word-Swerver] I got a twenty two and a rule [Interlude: Giz-A-Go Ring Announcer] Wait hold the fuck on, hold the fuck on Ya'll muthafuckas better stop hittin' below the belt Next time ya'll nigags hit below the belt I'm kickin' ya'll the fuck out my ring I'm takin' a point from Apocalipps, and I'm takin' a fuckin' point from Iron Mic [Acerbic] Man, if you wanna fight, call Oscar De La Hoya Cuz I handle mine, shootin' up blocks and Ford Explorers [Word-Swerver] Yeah, but if you wanna talk, talk the prec', to the police Cuz my semi-auto's def, and retarted for beef [Acerbic] And if you wanna squash beef, cook up a burger with bread Cuz I'm all squashin' over here duke, is legs and heads [Word-Swerver] And if you wanna die [Acerbic] Fuck, then that's my kind of talk Let's run at each other, swingin' [Word-Swerver] If you fall you loss [Acerbic] Now what's the cost? [Word-Swerver] For what, for a can of ass whippin' ? Cuz that's all you gettin', my tongue and my gun spittin' [Acerbic] Between my gums and rugs sippin', hopin' a fight is near If I was Tyson, I would bite you, but I'm slice your ear [Word-Swerver] Yeah, and I'mma play Holyfield, beat 'em twice that year [Acerbic] Man, that ice grill is not yours, were'd you cop that stare? [Word-Swerver] I got that, from my block, where I was raised for years Laugh now, cry later, Dickhead, save those tears [Acerbic] Man, I slay your peers, blaze their gear, whatever they wear And you can name a time or place... [Word-Swerver] Mother Fucker, whatever I'm there [Outro: Ring Announcer] I told ya'll, no hittin' below the belt I told ya'll that shit already So I'mma end this shit right now And if ya'll mother fuckers got a problem with that Come see me, come fuckin' fight me I'm the king of the ring, come and fight me, muthafucka
