[Round 1: Tsu Surf]
Now why in the f** would I come all the way to Detroit to tell fat jokes when I can talk about sh** that's not funny?
Like, it's gonna look like a cow got smacked by a train if you running that block from me
I just start to go noodles when the cause is the beef
You soft, I can see the chicken all in your teeth
Moms crying, I see Olive Garden all in the street
Cause if it ain't about that green light salad you'll get the biscuit with the shells, boy, this all you can eat
They say that boy Tsu Surf cold
But all he talking about is hooping
That's cause I usually catch fire when that crowd start rooting
I'll pull that Coach K and let that chopper start Duke'ing
And leave so many holes out there they wouldn't know whether to lock me up for pimping or shooting
Smack gonna have to call the Navy or the SWAT
When I come through at least about 80 getting dropped
Take his baby up the cliff, it look crazy from the top
I bet you I ain't gotta be Beyonce to drop a baby from the rock
Everyday in my hood I bang, I'm a nice worker
I'll Kenneth Cole three piece bow tie nice shirt ya
Choir in the pulpit, mama in the front row, white hearse ya
With a clip about this long, and it flip both ways like vice versa
I know I get a little complicated when I spit for you n***as
But pay attention, this is as slow as I'ma get for you n***as
What you about, 300 pounds solid? Boy, I bet you weak
Oh, you feel disrespected? Well, I suggest you be
I'll throw his a** in the trunk just to let you see
That you ain't gotta know your alphabet to find T in a SUV
I ain't even gonna front, I watched you vs Hollow seven times
And the first bag wasn't even the worst bag
It resembled that shirt tag: an L seven times
I mean you came out swinging, but you need to do more of it
Plus the filler in your schemes lack substance
Senior prom; your lines too long to the punches
Let me give you some advice:
Drink some bleach, slit your wrists and eat an AIDS needle, then hopefully you'll see life on a newer side
And get it through that fat f**ing skull that you got a better chance k**ing yourself than pushing Tsu aside
I see that n***a that attempted to murder your a** wasn't trying to grill nothing. Well, try look into the eyes of a n***a that's trying to k** something
We make n***as disappear like that Triangle out in Bermuda
They can't find his body, but they know that I'm the shooter
I say cut my sentence in half and I'll spread a little rumor. Deal, well you can look in Oklahoma if you wanna find him sooner
You ain't hawking n***as down
Hopping out to let that heater spray… bagel thighs. And from the looks of things your first piece of p**y was DNA
If that was me that would've caught you in that car down in all black, quarter sized holes in the door, shattered gla**, flats
Potato the 44 for the sound and let it clap
Them mad rounds left ketchup and hash browns on his lap
Let me tell you how I know we be moving on a separate thought
Cause when its beef y'all chicken be telling the pork
I told the prosecutor let me get a veggie burger and a rice cake
I told the homies I want his mother and his father
They brought me back two heads in a box, like a Skype date
Tsu Surf loses to Big Tasha… I think not
And since you heavy you gonna get the same box D got
We can make it whatever you wanna make it
Lets start a riot, n***a
I'll wait till the moment of silence at your grandmother's wake
Then scream "Quiet, n***a!"… Jersey
[Round 1: Big T]
Ayo, Surf…
How come none of them n***as in them blogs come with you?
You showed up, showed heart
But we now about to see if we got some with you
n***a, it'd been smart cause you brought guns with you
But we ain't have to see your arsenal to know you ain't had that shotgun with you
Ain't this Tsu? I'ma put T in the ground like a golf course
First off, that hand on your hip sh** uncalled for
Well, I'ma put T in a bag like Lipton
Aight, let me help this n***a out right cause this n***a tripping
See, if I was you I'd say if he talk anymore sh** then
I'ma put T in a bag… I bet he won't give me any lip then
Which reminds me, he battled X Factor he said he'll "have the K silent like knee". n***a, I battled Hitman I said he'll "be like H in the middle of nowhere" – this n***a wanna be just like me
But I'ma show you how I do it, lets say I take a word like 'unit'
And put you in it, now it's just you and I, T
Which reminds me, some other sh** you do, Surf
It's like when I really start to view Surf
It's like none of this sh** new, Surf
Its a whole bunch of Bluhhdduh dhut dhut—that ain't you, Surf
Lock pick his door—that's mine too, Surf
Remember, you're going against Mr. Chulockaboo, Surf
You know how much my Chulockaboo's worth?
Oooh, I should sue Surf
Truth hurt. And you know I think nothing's scary?
Cause you let Bill Collector say "f** Tookie" and he came back to Newark and wasn't worried
n***a I'm from Chicago
I ain't GD but if a n***a would've said "f** Larry"
Then the next day you might've found a motherf**er buried
n***a, how you gonna let a n***a be disrespectful to Tookie?
You stepping against a vet, you took disrespect from a rookie
Ars, Surf and Red *sniff* them n***as is p**y
These n***as from Jersey sure b**hes; Jenny Sammi & Snooki
Whoopie, I flew to Newark
What happened to all these Jersey wars?
Bright sands, Jersey floors, that sh** look like Jersey Shore
But I heard before when I was hitting your thick who*es
She told me that your sh** was like this short
She say mine's like... six floors
So it makes since why she rather ride mines rather then yours
Cause your name's Surf, every time she rides she gets bored
They say I'm scared of Surf, I say Surf who?
They say Tsu Surf, I say Surf cool
What it do, Surf? Cause Surf get you for what you worth
Because Surf sue me verse Tsu I will murk Tsu and rehearse Tsu, no rehearsal, I will hurt Tsu
But it hurts to know that I won't be the first to
First Tsu had two battles in a basement, nobody saw it
Ill: body bag. DNA: body bag. He was no longer wanted
Edged K shine, but X beat you. So your record like CD's with no features; other than you, ain't no body on it
If you see a sign that say I won't shoot cause police here, ignore it, people. If anybody that came with Surf and they still breathing, enjoy it, people
You would think I was smuggling immigrants in across the border, people, the way I load up, sneak past security and dump the four in people
If we warring people, I'll run up blazing cans
Pants in your lugs boots
You like the Southwest shuffle; I'ma make him dance
Lift my arm like I'm trying to to raise his hand
Blaze his gut, hit him till something something came up
Like he had a change of plans
I'm the man here
You won't make it where I'm from, I'm in demand here
You keep playin' here
You can stand here but see if you layin' here
If I start a fire, I'll make you camp here
If you don't wanna get it with these hollows then you better learn like the movie Hollow Man and stand clear
Or I'll let the drama pop, llama pop till my arm is hot
His mom, his pops, everyone in the way of harm gets shot
And not finna charge or stop
Till I clear everyone from the parking lot
And leave the scene here clean cut, like a barber shop, Quiet
[Round 2: Tsu Surf]
Here the f** we go again
I like mozzarella sticks and nachos too
It's hot swooohhh, but I'm hungry like ohh ahh ohh
Smack, this round ain't done yet, boy? Hwoooo
I'm so heavy, if I have a stroke I'll need a pair of medics... Two
But why would I come to Detroit to tell fat jokes
When I could clap folks, largest to smallest
Or let the little homies handle the scramble
Discovery channel; 60 hyennas versus a walrus
I use the 8, those tools get baked
You'll lose some weight when I'm dumping slugs
See, the medics gonna gurney in Sherman Clump
But your mother gonna wheel out Buddy Love
I brought an apron in case it get ugly
I'm trying to cow beef fry something
Yeah, I'ma cool n***a so I'ma be cool, but try something
Whole hood screaming and all, it was about 5 something
They said Surf left T hanging from a line
Like he was trying to dry something
How I get here? If that b**h wasn't dead I tell you ask yo sister
I want mines, I dump 9s, and them pockets like a blizter
Only two things could happen if one of these hit ya
Eeither Surf's gonna leave like Mayweather
Or T's gonna leave like Victor
And when it come to ya moms, I don't care how that date'll go
If she s**ing, that 8'll blow. I pulled a chicken so it ain't trickin' just cause I pay for that fillet she owe
I could take ya'll to English cla** without a GED
I aim at T with that AR, y'all know what he gon' G-E-T
You gonna see a SK trying to be tough off that E, T
No, listen, you gonna see a SK trying to be tough off that E, T
If you can spell you'll do well cause everything I tell real
And with that K I rip T up the middle
Cause you need to L's to spell 'k**'
I battled DNA, X Factor, K Shine, Yung Ill… And you supposed to be the cause of my d**h, T? Ha ha, you a mess, T
I know one thing, you getting more than juice if these birds come out this nest, T
I was raised by real goons
So all that sh** you talking is irrelevant
In the streets you gotta pay like you weigh
So you owe 344,000 and 7 cent
People pray, reverend gotta find a home for this guy
Like a lost call service he can roam in the sky
He gotta go he gotta go, no emotions shown for the guy
Actually I was at the dealership looking for a Charger
Like my phone finna die
And we was f**ing with his wifey, but the b**h all brain dead
She just wanna s** dick and listen to Weezy
We call the b**h Wayne head
You get pains in your chest when you blink
You sweat when you think
It's only the second round, and I bet you you stink
What female would wanna put her face between these knees?
That frictions could only give off a Ranch dressing smell or cream cheese… bagel thighs
My Chicago b**h said he's from the southside of some place
I'm like, "Where's that?"
It don't even matter, just take me to where them Bears at
Y'all gonna see T walking with his head down and hear SNAP
Left a jelly bean trail to a bear trap… Jersey
[Round 2: Big T]
Surf, let me ask you again, like what that blogging about?
He like what I said that Big Terrance sh**
I was embarra**ed he tried to dog me out
The n***a wasn't at the crib
So guess what, I went to the n***a mama house
Like I needed help with my homework
Cause I'm tryna figure these problems out
I see Surf and Ars in front of the crib, I hopped out
Act like I was gonna dap 'em
Open my hand smack him, now he knocked out
Grab Arsonal by the dreads
Shots going through his head till they popped out
Now the NBA ain't the only one with the lockout
Hop out, his man know I'm in front of his crib… hi, hater
f** him, I ain't gonna keep playing with this p**y; vibrator
Cause with this lightsaber
I'll lift him where he standing in the air, like a skyscraper
With that K waving in front of his crib, like a polite neighbor
Why wa*kstas wanna do research in Chicago to see if Big T a** a clown? On some b**h sh**, that's when I get mad and switch sh** like *Chick* *click* – ask it now
Barrel to his mouth, let the Magnum bloaw
For thinking it's that I'll let him speak to this gat
Now that's how you could ask around
He always saying how he run into n***as cribs, but I got cameras everywhere so I was waiting
I see a Micheal Myers jumper, mask off of Jason
Lock pick my door *errgghh* *chick* stick your face in
Head shot knocked the n***a brains to the basement
I put the basement in the attic, attic into the basement
Bullets ricocheting off of cabinets, switching all the paintings
Changing all of the stations, switching all of the vases
Terminator 1 role; knock the baby out the play pen
What I'm saying is, whatever you wanna do, pop
That's gonna get Ars scarred
J get brought in it, bring Shotgun and get Suge shot
I work with the tools and let the hammers go
Like I'm finna leave wood shop
I'll have more people watch this crowd Surf in the audience than Woodstock
Since you would not know what pain is
I'ma send him down the lane of it
That unstoppable train that Densel Washington movie played in, push Surf up in the way of it
Ahh, the sh** get meaner. I wish a hurricane big as Irene and Katrina hit Jersey and have Surf surf the waves of it
I could be a ba*tard, wait till somebody pa**es, take they ashes, LeBron James the remains of it
But I'd rather dig up your whole family group, whoever died, make bone marrow soup and make Surf eat every scrape of it
Say f** it, I'ma style on him
You see T you see a bottle or two, Ciroc or the Goose
A model or two popping they cooch
Slobbing the crew, blew everything harmonic flute
Bloop come off of the roof, 2Pac up in Juice
Bring drama to Tsu, Osama Saddam to Tsu
Shot up at you, hit your Yamaka too, your Hanukkah suit
I brought my sh** too, bahbahsh**oo jahlawkadah
Keep trying you'll be in a D line; I'll Ndamukong Suh
When I gotta for you
I got Spanish cats that scream "Domo!" when they fire
n***a, I'll shoot at your clock till both y'all expire
Shotgun the shooter and the driver? Both you n***as liars
You just a f*g carrying Shotgun; you Omar in The Wire
So how he say he put on Jersey? Let me make this scheme
Joe Buddens and Redman don't f** with you
And they make the cream
Low key you hate on Ars Suge and Red
You just don't make the scene
So how could a n***a put on Jersey that ain't make the team?
[Round 3: Tsu Surf]
I don't know anybody from Chicago
So you can't tell me about my "team"
And them pants is still the only place you can get Ranch dressing without wings
Ok, so now Surf ain't in the street
And Twitter is where you see him
That's cause big homies got little homies that'll take that n***a off that timeline like a DM
Ok, so now Surf don't come through the block
And let it rock when he street sweep
That's cause big homies got little homies that lay that MAC round and bring it back 'round, like a re-tweet
Surf ain't bout that street sh**, Surf wouldn't send nothing
That's cause big homies got little homies that walk around with pounds like they trying to trend something
What you say, 100,000 tweets?
That's why b**hes swallow me, n***a
In the moral of this, Aye Verb, follow me, n***a
Now back to the story, wait wait wait wait wait…
Why not come to Chicago to tell fat jokes? I'm in another state
Plus you got your grandmother shoulders, your step father complexion and your mother face
When you told DNA he was ugly and soft
Ha ha ha, you the man, scrap
But somebody tell this man that he ugly and fat
And it's still a damn fact about any chance that can clap
Chicago D's find T in the middle of SL, like where the Rams at
I see haters still hating, I see Hitman still talking
I see that n***a that try to sit you down for life, still walking
Where I'm from, that ain't how we handle our obstacles
Add up all the homies
Divide them into parts of the city, then subtract all possibles
Jail, I been there. Ratchets, I clap those
Made whole families congregate in black clothes
But Smack pa**ed you the chance to battle Hollow
And you dropped it, dude
If that was Surf vs Nigel, bullets get sprayed, Glocks get used
TECs that sound like long horns; he get chopped and screwed
And if I gotta ride or something all black disguise or something
Timbos, cargos, mask with a 9 or something
You gonna need God, hiding tips from Saddam or something
Troy Davis; that boy gonna die for nothing
You catching more then beats if these subs get to woffing, T
Whole packs of Sheriffs, blood hounds have to look for T
Look at me, moral at the end of that book'll be
All I need is half this clip to push a T
Your whole team a**, I'ma let it ride though
Matt Forte; you the only n***a ballin' in Chicago
I can't say take me to your leader cause this is the boss
Scissor toss, bullets cross the middle, I pray he pick it off
I'm from a city of loud guns and soft words
Sawed-offs and Mossbergs
It's battle rap, but outside T get in that box if we cross words
My psychologist tried to tell me
I'm two quarters Mike Myers and half of Satan
Cause I copped the 44 long with infrared and navigation
I'll flick a bu*ton and that gat'll bang and it stop
He drop, then give him more like I'm elaborating
I hate everything you think you is, so let's get more on topic
I'll hit you so f**ing hard
You won't feel a scratch when it's on a popping
Smack paid me racks to chalk his head when that 4 be popping. Long bang from long range; 8 ball corner pocket
Formulate this message
You a Ray Jay fan and a Aye Verb lover
The toughest n***a in the Midwest is still Aye Verb mother
I'll hit him in both legs and let him crawl to a slow stop
Then call 911 and chop the ambulance before they make it to Beaumont… Jersey
[Round 3: Big T]
My setups be like, if I see Surf in a club deep I was sipping my drink he bumped me and kept f**ing rolling
I start to look around like Big T just let Surf come and hoe him
So I chilled and waited til you finna leave, put the gun by his temple, squeeze, now that's how the f** you show him
Now he dying in the street, left his eyes by his feet, now maybe next time you can watch where the f** you going
That's how I be on him, but the sh** that come outta dude mouth, he say sh** like "I'ma make a n***a yell dang when I hit him with that Luau"
Now what type of n***a you know get shot and says dang
He must got a Glock when it pop it's a flag that says bang
Big Terrance, ain't it a motherf**ing shame?
Cause it seems like every time Surf about to get behind bars he like to give out the other n***a's name
If I refrain, K Shine said Surf was a snitch, I'm like don't accuse that. So what if he did a couple months for a mandatory three year sentence, right? We can't prove that
But in his Thisis50 interview he said he did less than two years for two straps, so thats a mandatory six turned into two flat
Now Surf... how you do that?
They said dude rat, like how did you make make him squeal
They said Southwest shuffle n***as
I'm like, they made up a dance for real
They call him Southwest Shuffle not because they'll k**
But because when police put they cards on the table they get it cut, now they ready to make a deal
Yeah, since he always trying surf water n***a
I'ma initally take you south across the border n***a
Yeah, he OK; Oklahoma, n***a
Boy, you sweet like the peaches up in Georgia, n***a
So give ATL N-O; New Orleans, n***a
Cause Surf gonna be MIA after I floor da n***a
If I order, n***a, you owe me dough
You better pay for it or you'll pay for it
Cause when I slide through and I ride through it's too late for it
Like a toll booth, you don't have the right amount when you pay for it, I'll roll up, stick these arms out this window and get you change for it
And I ain't going, I'm deaded, I'm dead to this n***a house
He a b**h and I feel disrespected
So I'm tellin himg to get out with these weapons
Telling him to get out cause these TECs are like GPS; once I address it I'm getting lead to this n***a house
Like, where my money Surf? He like, I ain't got your sh**
I say n***a what, he like well you know T, I got robbed and sh**
I say n***a what, I'm not convinced and I dont give a f**
I step back, blip blip, I let two hit him up, you'll think I gave him a compliment the way it raised his spirits up
I'm sick as f**, I'll make your mother and sister kiss each other. Break they spine and collar bone soon as they press against each other
Your little brother mad, come bit me, I kick the f**er
Grab his neck, twist the f**er, like f** Surf, get your brother
Surf mad, ran up on me all fast, I let him pa**, tripped the f**er. Grabbed a snack, his collar bone smashed when they pressed against each other
Now he like Keenan Ivory Wayans cause I'm Gonna Get You s**a… Nah, that was wack
It's cause I put most his family up in a cast, like In Living Color
Lord, my brother
I remember when he first put me on Surf and sh**
I was looking like I must admit
This old motherf**er Surf can spit
They say he 22, I'm unconvinced, I was thinking at least 136
n***a, I understand you repping Dirty Jers' and sh**
But does that mean you always have to wear dirty sh**
They said he gonna be fly today, I said good luck
n***a cause every time I'm out of state what he have on be out of date like it's been stood up
What do y'all like in Surf? I don't see it. Like maybe it's the way he rhyme or something, he just screaming
Like maybe I'm just sleeping on Surf, I wasn't thinking
He spit another rap out, I snap out, I wasn't thinking
I swear, I didn't even need two, I one pieced him
Close his mouth, choked him out, he wasn't breathing
Like say what's on your mind, Surf, I up squeezed him
Blow his brains out, now y'all can see he wasn't thinking
You crazy guy, even if Jack Thriller look at me funny through that lazy eye I'll have him clear stabilized where the doctor have him, can't revive
Boy, you better hope God is a graceful guy or Caeser died, you sanctified or ain't alive before you permanently tranquilized
You get hit from that MAC sound like a train collide
He nuts, he go insane inside, and that's not even my crazy side
Leave his legs by the roses, his head by the daisy side
And get rid of all the witnesses
Cause I ain't trying to spend a day inside