[Round 1: Arsonal]
Once again, I'm here, and another n***a stage
On another n***a stage, up in another n***a face
But you look ready to eat leftovers off another n***a plate
So I'm a break t-bones, so now his life is at stake
But T don't like the missed stakes
That's why he hate the word "mistake"
Meat in a freezer, still ain't thawed out
This n***a try and fix plates
He 'bout to shake, well, me, I eat well
No Larenz Tate, should have got a full scholarship for theatre
Cause I act out what my pen state
Hold up, my attitude like Son of Sam, gun in hand
Climb through you window like I'm Brother-Man, brother, man
Leave you buried under Eminem's crazy f**in' fan
He ain't comprehend, think about it, now he under Stan
What happened, T? You used to be the man, k**in' 'em
Bars was heavy but you got lighter over the years, Aunt Vivian
You at the bottom of the totem pole, T the amphibian
You fat, you black, you ugly, you dirty and feminine
I cop a four, approach him, n***a try and lock the door
I been robbin' n***as all day with a spree
I'm try'na shop for more
He showed me rabbit ears, not a penny to his name
I was shocked for sure
This fat n***a miles away wearin' leggings
What the f** do you need pockets for?
You 'bout to catch a Big L, Big Pun
When that rocket pull, it'll leave holes in a brick house
That's a commodore
That blicky, I keep it with me
No biggie, you're gettin' shot for sure
I ain't worried about gettin' caught
They still ain't found the tool that popped Shakur
My ratchet came in a "kiddie perm" kit
Cause it was just for me
Your b**h a thot, titties, head, other things I get for free
I don't know the Wayans Brothers
But when I grip Glock, I let that sh** pop
Bang, bang, bang, then holler, "Ye-tee-tee"