[Tim Dog ad lib]
f** you come in my face for talking about you wanna battle?
You really wanna battle mother f**er?
How much money you got in your pocket n***a?
Two hundred dollars?
That ain't enough n***a
Get your rent money n***a
Steal you mom's j**elry n***a
Sell your car n***a
Take your clothes of
Get naked right now n***a
You wanna battle get free get naked
I'm a fifteen year mother f**ing veteran n***a
Get naked right now n***a
Spit your gun n***a
Do it, do it n***a
Spit your gun, spit
[Chorus x2]
Run run run with your little gun
You can't do me
You can't do me none
I k** mother f**ers like you just for fun
So bust your gun n***a
Bust your gun
[Verse 1]
Spit fire
But I warn you, you'll retire
I ain't Kanya West
I'll put your face through the wire
n***as f**ing with D.O
Me the C.O
Or P.O
A peon for thinking you could go against me son
I battle n***as like a (?)
That's a jet plane engine
See don
I tell you, you can't f** with me son
All the sh** that I had mentioned
I'm well beyond your comprehension
Oh now you feel the tension and you wanna flow
Well, that was my baby verse
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm pragmatic when it comes to static
Put so many heads to bed n***as call me Mr. Craftmatic
(?) finger on the automatic
Listen to you cop a plea
Before I catch a plane
I'll let your f**ing brain have it
Come one n***a or come all
Pissed on n***as like (?)
Got big balls
You don't cause them small
Smoke so many n***as they name me menthol
Jump on the mic and scream out "Yes y'all!"
Ready to bless y'all
Ready to test y'all
Aim for the face no need for a vest y'all
I must confess to the crime
Yo, give me life
Cause I murder m.c.s on the mic
Do what the f** I like
Give dick to your b**h every night
Get head when the p**y ain't right
Mother f**ers want to be Tim Dog
n***a not tonight
[Chorus]