[Round 1: Math Hoffa]
You make the worst life decisions
I've been wanting to do this for so long. You a virus in battle rap and I can't let you go on
You steal bars. You stole Jones, You stole Hollow, you stole Con's
You stole Dose's, even Soul Khan. The list goes on!
But that's 5 cats. I'mma stop at 5 cats. n***a, hold on
You took 5 cats and put them together. Well, that's actually kinda clever
Cos now I understand why your punches are all bites- you think you're Voltron
Now there's 2 things about you that make you the worst kind of lame
So I'll combine the two and make a multiple choice on why you stole Hollow's name
Is it A) You was s**ing dick and tryna get a buzz?
B) You was s**ing dick and tryna get a buzz?
C) You was s**ing dick and tryna get a buzz?
But we know the answer is D) All of the above
Now, you steal every f**ing battle, so don't tell me to switch the topic
On behalf of all the battle rappers here, you need to stop it
When we rhyming, and you come around you know what we do?
"ay, yo it's John John, watch it. Watch it. watch it. watch it."
When you leave we slam the door, lock it and check if you picked our pockets
Look you doing this for profit. If you gonna take a bar from a n***a at least buy him a drink after you swap it
But this gonna be your first battle not stealing... you need a dropkick
Cos if you ever had some hot sh**, then you wouldn't have- wait a minute
You about to try flip some of my sh**!
Well I'mma do it before you can do it, n***a, watch this:
"They say the eyes are the window to each soul. In your eyes I can see you climbing through windows to steal flows
Bars! I hit the side of your grill, you will doze. Wake swole with your eyes sealed closed from steel toes
I'm a veteran with a thirst for beheading these lil' hoes, my [?] among the legends. My measurements still grows
John John can't see me in the ring: I'm Bilbo
Bagging these motherf**ers before they can feel cold. It's Hoffa!
Everybody know that Hoffa's the realest. Everybody know I solidify my spot with guerrillas
But you a f*ggot rapper. Battling for the spot where the deal is
You solidify your spot in the village- s**ing co*k with them n***as!
[?] DNA's bars I see. Mi bars son a he
So try not to fall asleep, you know his bars tight whack
And I'll be here second round to bring the bars right back
Hoffa!
[Round 1: John John Da Don]
You ready for some real bars now?
Math Hoffa, NYB. That's what you rep right?
Me? I ain't nothing but p**y, that's what you said right?
And you pop off at any sign of disrespect right?
f** you. s** my dick, p**y, let's fight!
Bully who? Do I look like Dose to you?
Speaking of dose and you. Right now you owe it to
f** how you swung when he got too close to you
Cos I'm a real n***a, you just did what you was 'sposed to do
I ain;t Dose, try me if you want
If you want to play ground you can swing if you want
Get a halo and a fresh pair of wings if you want
A one-way ticket to see B.I.G. if you want
All I see is a punk, he get live on the stage- I'll yoke him
With the burner like I'm frying the egg
Then put the clippers to his temple like I'm lining his fade
Grab the stock and cap his a** like he's tryna get waved
I'll slide the gauge in his mouth, down this n***as throat to show Goodz I don't need Earl to make a n***a choke
Y'all gon think he's signed to Eminem when I grip the toasters
Watch him get Shady Aftermath get Interscope
Math, you know that Yonkers b**h that you been in them flicks with
I ain't gonna say no names for 3 reasons
1) that's some snitch sh**
2) she happens to be somebody I'm still friends with; and
3) when I get back to Yonkers I want my dick licked
The b**h blew my whole gang so we call her Tookie
She don't let me port no more, then I'mma off her coofy
Dumb aim, so I got a gun game, like Call of Duty
These clips got my Smith in Wes Craven to shoot the horror movie
These clips..Wes Craven...horror movie?
But these clips don't need no subtitles, it ain't a foreign movie
These clips will put this dick in a box like a p**no movie
These clips will be releasing on demand like an ordered movie!
No more battles for you. This was your last cheque
Now it's time to see you in hell so take your last breath
Thinking I'm an all of the above, well that's a bad guess
Cos I don't need a multiple choice to pa** a math test
Bars!
[Round 2: Math Hoffa]
He said some sh** about Dose and he ain't Dose- dead it
You see why these n***as get no credit? n***a said he "ain't Dose, try me" but turned his hat backwards when he said it
That sh** corny
But you a thief. You even stole Goodz' chipmunk cheeks!
It's body time, n***a, this gon' read
This my 6th battle this year. Guess you can say I made my mind up
School of Hoffa, n***a, sign up and step your f**ing grind up
I got these battle rappers like "Oh, Damn
Math moving like Conan. Four Heads in one month, Jesus! in a row man!"
This battle gon' be the same: Jesus and the Romans
No b**hes in my crew, we Al Bundy and NO MA'AM
I'll clap you with both hands. Chop you in the neck
Backfist make you backflip then rock you in the chest
I'll dose you, but I don't gotta drop you for respect
I'll catch you on your block late night...pop you in the neck! You dead, brother
Now R.I.P. to all the lost n***as that watched gangster flicks and imitated all of the mob figures
But in the Mob you gotta get permission to off n***as. And this Don is not lucky, so we can't even cross fingers
Bars!
But John think he the Baptist and Hollow's the God
You wear his name, spread his word. He's your idol, you Lord
But Hollow don't f** with you, unless you bible in blogs, or Jew dustheads and can't tell that this disciple's a fraud
We don't like you, John! You need to leave this scene
I'm nice. I don't even need to be this mean. For murder I come loaded with 3 clips, beams
That'll shine. I spot your tee, I'mma leave sh** clean
That's 48 shots that'll make me see ribs, spleens
They asked why Son died, I told them I gave John 3:16
You don't got bars like that, man!
Yo. Your family will never stop mourning like Regis
It seems ever since I battled Verb. What's up, Smack? Why these lame n***as is all I see?
I'mma start blocking you and Beas on my Caller ID
I mean, y'all could of gave me Surf. He got bars like me
But every time I face a Crip, you see a R.I.P
You don't got bars like that!
n***a said I don;t got bars. f** outta here. Them n***as lyin'
Sometime I spit punches so deep, y'all don't get the rhyme
But if I tell a motherf**ing joke you gon' get it fine
Either way I k** a crowd like Boston when I finish lines
This n***a's dyin'. Oh
[Round 2: John John Da Don]
You gotta lot of jokes. But where the f** is your bars, Math
Joke all you want, that's exactly what you are, Math
You ain't no "G" as in gangsta, with your fraud a**. It's more like G-ometry. 'Cos you ain't hard Math
And I know my geometry, really well, like he can have a-cute round written, but he still will fail
Cos if I fail his 90 degrees then I'mma give him Hell, cos even if he takes the right angles it's still an L
Bars!
f** how you grew up in Brooklyn, bogart on blocks or how you use to rob n***as or what you used to charge for rocks
You better switch it up before the rest of your stock market drop. 'Cos all they really care about is if you came with bars or not
So no old stories about how you used to chop work. You ex-security guard. That's what he mean he used to cop work
We line up like the tip agency if you got work, and the second I send my men its ours. That's how we clockwork
Seconds, minutes, hours. You get your work clocked. I might have to rewind this sh** if you don't knwo what time it is off the first watch
Bars! Bars!
I burst shots to get him laid in a coffin, you don't need an alarm clock to get a wake in the mourning
I'm A1 when it's beef X steak I'm on it
You'll get k**ed in this b**h like baby abortions
I'm a student in this game. I know my math, of course
So let this be the cla**room where math gets taught
I'll add bullets, divide his head, to subtract his thoughts but I don't need a blackboard to put Math in chalk
I can get you stabbed with hawks or pop off fos. This gauge- MJ: got a chopped off nose
And blow his shirts off back and his socks off toes
Like it's from Can*l Street the way it knock-off clothes
A million views in: I'm a motherf**ing vet now
These old n***as s**. I'm the motherf**ing best now
Feeling disrespected? There's no need to get upset now
'Cos I'm about to make this bully look p**y in my next round
[Round 3: Math Hoffa]
You said you spit gun lines because your fans prefer them types of punch lines
I spit gun lines cos I really play with the heat
No LeBron references. I was raised in the street.You wasn't
So if you got gun lines, don't say 'em to me
Cos you p**y, you wear gla**es, and your last name is McGee. MCGEE!
You know how you sound to a n***a that seen shorty shot and slain. Everything go downhill cos in real life that 40 Glock is not a game
When Joe said he had to tell his mother that her son died- I lived that
BAck when them b**h n***as k**ed Black and that's a real fact
When I battle you n***as, inside I know I make you feel whack
'cos my metaphors be hitting harder than they real raps
And my real raps'll leave your whole character peeled back
If you trill, and you really that character...steal that
But you want us to believe that you out in the world thugging
But when Bow Wow had a problem with Cat Stacks he called you n***as up like you was girl cousins
Y'all n***as beat up btiches? Yo, son, that ain't a trill route
You got a brother called Bart, right? tell that n***a to chill out
We should call you Lisa cos you don't own nothing you spill out
But since you wear gla**es and follow Bart, I'll pull the steel out
Leave your wig blew now your crew can call you Milhouse!
Y'ALL ni**aS BEAT UP b*tchES?! Y'all some big b**h a** n***as!
When Young [?] was f**ing up your brother car. Why you not jump out and get that n***a
I heard [?] got hit up though, but you wasn't with that n***a
Cos you b**h a** n***as ain't the get back n***as you the "get back" n***as!
But while your b**h a** is out there slamming hoes, I'mma need you to be clever
Bow Wow ain't gonna f** with you for long. Your team's severed
I mean you lost to K-Shine. You lost to 106. He's seen better
Plus we know Bow Wow ain't gonna stick around if he see errors
Yo, f** this n***a man
Yo, Smack, you wrong. Beasley, sometimes I wanna close my hand and smack you wrong but I'd never do that cos y'all my n***as
But I didn't wanna battle John, but now I gotta thank you for him
And I'll tell you why I had a change of plans
See honestly food for thought, I thought you was a plate of spam
But the way you be promoting other n***as bars- that's amazing, man
You see eating John John is really healthy, cos he like Raisin Brans
..DNA's bars I see. Mi bars son a he
Hoffa!
[Round 3: John John]
Definition of a bully: somebody who uses power to harm someone that's weaker
Now, would you mind if I be the public speaker? On some real stuff he running round swinging on lil' n***as so he feel tough
But please don't believe his fake a** cos he real bu*t
Dose was too small and you know that, n***a
You ain't tough and Suge just exposed that, n***a
When he hit your hat and calle you a ho a** n***a
But you a bully, Math. Why you ain't dose that n***a?
All you said was "what you call me?" p**y, he called you a ho a** n***a
And what you do?...Stand there like a ho a** n***a
If that was me, then I woulda seen me fold that n***a and get shot gun shells to reload that n***a
You tried to bully Arsonal...It ain't look like it work
You tried to bully Pat Stay...It ain't look like it work
You tried to bully Hitman...It ain't look like it work
Now even though you snuffed Dose it ain't look like it hurt
For what it's worth, bet the bread that they gave you
You get too close I'll give you the toast and the cake too
That biscuit gon' cook and leave his muffin on the table
A headshot'll turn his bu*ter roll to a bagel
With the burner he gon' see these (what's that?) rounds coming out
I'll raid worms at his apple (whats that) rounds for a scalp
I can give him mentos (what's that?) rounds for his mouth
And everybody gets a shot (what's that?) rounds on the house
n***a, you ain't got bars like that. Stop rapping bout guns- you ain't hard like that
Pay attention, I just said he ain't got bars like that
Now spell it out cos he ain't B with ARs like that
You came with jokes but I'm not playing tonight
You wanna keep it all rap, b**h. I came for a fight
So please don't say the John if you ain't saying it twice
And if you don't add the Don you ain't saying it right
Goodnight