King of the Dot - 100 Bulletz vs Chilla Jones lyrics

[Round 1: 100 Bulletz] This battle's just like ya kid; a ugly mistake You'll get stabbed while you running That's how I cut to the chase Arsonal and Mystique ... The ratchet bu*tin (bu*t in) ya face This is gon' be such a Notorious d**h Puffy and Mase gon' come to the wake Back off, I ain't slap boxin' I'm here to catch bodies and stack coffins It's like watchin' a URL battle... let's skip all the Smack talkin You battle raps Muhammad Ali? Nice punches and the footage crazy Naw, you Muhammed Ali cuz ya back against the ropes and ya future lookin' shaky 9:09 I'm at his front door, 9:10, he in plain sight Stick him with a box cutter, 9:11... take flight Sudden infant d**h, I'll turn ya crib to a grave sight Real talk, I'm nuts on the low (Loe Pesci), Daylyt Want beef, I brought a steak knife, Chill a' get ya grill split You gonna lose 3-0 to 100, n***a! Real quick! Oh Lord… BIG, PAC, Proof Bulletz send rappers to Heaven? I'm ebola, thought I was gone but I'm back in the flesh n' Cla** is in session… it's perfection, when I'm craftin a lesson Big T on a leather couch, it'll leave a lastin' impression How Chilla grabbin the weapon but ya click got no bodies droppin' Forrest Gump, this dummy sit the bench but do a lotta talkin Ya lil chick saw my Johnson … and did the McCauley Culkin I ain't touch her though, them lips got more n***as off than Johnny Cochran Losin' not a option, the pound to him ain't a calorie gained You'll see Jerome capped n' (captain) on ice like the Calgary flames [Round 1: Chilla Jones] Salute to Rex, cuz havin' no neck is something you gotta deal wit' Salute to Drake for showin' love to the culture, that's real sh** I got a steel fifth named Zero, and when it peel clips These'll go from Zero to 100 n***a, real quick See I was on my chill sh**, on my hands I had alotta time You jumped in my Twitter inbox, gettin outta line Then Organik called offerin' dolla signs So now I'm in the TRENCHES takin' Bulletz to school like Columbine I ain't wanna sign that dotted line, cuz I'm looking for matches where the footage is cla**ic You gettin' put in a casket, no pullin' the ratchet It's like I'm at the range cuz it's a body on paper I'm usin Bulletz for practice Like, well let me practice my punchlines and get em boxed with delivery, UPS I wouldn't give props to this actor on a movie set I'm hot, bout to bubble with the flow, like jacuzzi jets Long nose put dog to sleep, he gettin Snoopy stretched Next, lemme practice my schemes If we see ya DAME cryin, makin' mad noise quick Thats when we console (Wii console) her, P.S. four (PS4) n***as KINECT with your ex box (XBOX) while she grab joy sticks n***a you extra gay, your cans pepper spray, you don't grab toy clips You leave eyes BIG and PUFFY with MASE, but C's (CEASE) got FAITH in that one twelve (112) on some BAD BOY sh** Now lemme practice my flow, and multis specifically Goin' bar for bar with Chilla, don't work with filler He get the spin, stiff arm, speed burst agility, versatility you can't match my worst ability, cursed delivery You can't rock with a k**er homes, you awkward and filler prone, plus softer than silicone Quarantine, I feel alone, like I'm locked in a iller zone You co*ky but still a clone, that's copyin Chilla Jones My sk** is grown, I'm here to show that Bulletz, you know that Bulletz That tough talk, slow that Bulletz and where you toast at Bulletz I load that pull it, then blow gats, hold that Bulletz I'mma Wizard, washing ten (WASHINGTON) when I THROWBACK Bulletz They only booked it, cuz you a clown tryna sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these [Round 2: 100 Bulletz] Man, shut your boring a** up Talkin' tough, on Sesame Street this Big Bird couldn't get a G pa** I got fam that used to crack heads… And if I tell 'em they prolly gon' relapse They go outta the way to grab the pump … That's cheap gas So, leave fast cuz the gun never jam like Steve Nash This p**y from the bean bagged, I could break ya arm with a body shot It'll be a white cast Chill in like Chandler and Friends at the coffee shop You got sloppy punches, Forrest griffin, ain't temper tantrum when the four is kickin' After Bulletz drop him… chill a dead body like a mortician Listen, I produce Magic with the mic; it's a Dream Team He say, “Since I'm from BeanTown, I'ma hit him with a Bean scheme I shot your PINTO with the llama (LIMA), now ya CHICK PEA beside ya If he even cough he bein' (COFFEE BEAN) roasted, blaow! “now, ya KIDNEY a FAVA.” That's you every battle You rap how I used to rap, won't put the pen down and raise his kid That's why more hood n***as gon' run through ya daughter than Jane and Finch You make me sick, bit QP, Daylyt, NuBorn even remakin' mine I guess the UFC champ ain't the only Jones who been taking lines Keep snakin' rhymes, no Shock G, it's a wrap with the long nose Call me Carleton Banks... that's cool You gon' see me snap with the Tom, Jones I'll put this b**h on ice, women's hockey This one 87 Sydney Crosby Get X'd out… It's a moli, the 9 all black… like it's Somali Let it ring with the piece, Mrs. Ghandi I Murda Ink (Inc.) b**h… It's Ashanti The heat cooked you… it's a Nazi Now ya brains hangin' out… like this the lobby When Matt roll up like you did Pilates, cold punches, it's getting Rocky You in bad shape, O'fficial body, Walkin dead, it's a zombie Getting homied, Laura Tarsi… this b**h gon' kiss a Shotty Or shake and bake with a Cal by my side like Ricky Bobby [Round 2: Chilla Jones] I ain't gon scheme this whole round f** you and every lame you f** wit I know a gang of bloods, that's twenty 5s with two 50s each waitin' to bust it Now 10 tends to be enough shots to blast, and they'll mask up and take him in public If y'all really believed I wouldn't scheme this whole round I'm ashamed and disgusted 20 5's? 2 50's? 10 10's? Now why the f** would I CHANGE for 100??? f** it, I'm back flippin from the jump, without a trampoline My circle git it shakin' with the hands, that's a tambourine Since 40 beat Bonnie, man your team can't stand the Bean But sit, trust (CITRUS), we be peelin' rounds like a tangerine Cans and beams, ammo, army fatigue, camo Open the door of your sportscar by the handle Packers home game, start airin' (Aaron) in that Lambo(rghini)/Lambeau (Field) I'm rockin' Bulletz across the chest like Rambo You can't go to events and wear a tight black shirt there Or you must get asked by club staff if you work there Wait, MUSKET? AXE? CLUB? STAFF? Being too sick'll (SICKLE) confuse this dumb f** Me being sort of (SWORD) of pissed'll (PISTOL) lead to you seeing that (GUN) bucket If I miss I'll (MISSILE) hit BULLETZ chin and rock it (ROCKET), you'll be lumped up Well words is WEAPONS, and these bars off the chain, like NUN CHUCKS So f**, what you 'bout boss Cuz now I'm all outta schemes, so it's all punches left, like southpaws Crosshairs aimed at your grill, I'm lettin rounds off Spittin in sync (sink) with the Scope, come git ya mouth washed Sound off, n***a you dissin a great, let's be real, it's a difference between dis and a great With no respect for the God, y'all think dis sinner great, now that was good right? Now watch as dis enter great Peep how dis integrate, dis, end a great, dis send a great to the sky and make his center disintegrate Wait, this Apollo meets Drago fam If you swung, you'd break your fingers on my jaw though fam How you gon CRACKHEADS when God gave you hollow hands (HOLLOHANS) I'll LEAN em, like the cup that be in HOLLOW hands You follow fam, they had to pay me extra to take you 40 coulda gave you the beats, like Drake's crew You lettin' Born gas you up? He fake too He shoulda been frank (Benjamin Franklin), he knew 100 (NEW $100) would get his face blew (blue) Replace who? You just a clone tryna sound like me But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these [Round 3: 100 Bulletz] Yo when I dis in the great, dis in the in the great I flew here over isles see and I'll see what my eye'll see Oh you from Beantown right? Well in the grocery store beans are in aisles see You lost to magic and Eric, right? That's easy! It's kinda the same when I'm spittin fam Cuz they both had HIV, n' u got no idea how sick I am Let's get it, man, this rounds it, the poundBIG like P. Diddy twitter Two arms squeezing on ya chest ain't a titty twister The illest spitter, I'm Bacon with the Penn (bakin' with the pen) like Mystic River Can pack a Full House: best friends with a D.J. like Kimmy Gibbler I seen ya crew! Since you hang with marks, I'm back whippin n***as! If they (Day) REACT, SHIFTEE, the first hit SLAM… that's Sticky Fingaz A second shot knockin back Rum… but I ain't sippin liquor The deuce put this p**y in a box… that's kitty litter These knuckles leave ya face in pieces; the rest of ya life you got a puzzled look Or that gat blew/Baloo! The barrel/bear'll raise this boy like The Jungle Book When I said The .22 or the .38, Aliyah and R. Kelly, was dead nice But you get the .38 or the .44, that's Danny Myers or Head I.C.E Got a gun so big, ya boy said yikes, run for it run When a Canadian pop metal, like Sum 41 I'll put a switchblade where ya rib cage is: Wish you and FeelGood could switch places You'll catch this Smack on cam like Twizz taped it Run in ya house, you can argue with A. Smith like Skip Bayless BOW! Leave DNA on the couch like Charlie Clips basement I spit flames but these bars cold whether or not you see the kid ill Ya stock dropped below zero… mine is 100 with the win Chill. (minus 100 with the windchill) Why dumb it DOWN? If bars go OVER heads, that's half the ha**le Diz vs Math: you won't get the punch til' after the battle You say u spit haymakers? Them random shots ain't enough, son Me? I set up the punch… like Lush One Shoulda wore a teflon Jason mask and a bullet proof hoodie too Cuz they was right, guns don't k** people, Bulletz do! [Round 3: Chilla Jones] When they announce I'm on the card, they know it's gon spike the hype When they announce YOU on the card, it gets more dislikes than likes I'm nice, but n***as say Bulletz off the wall like a ricochet He look like a tough guy but sound like Nick Lachey His wifey cheatin' f**in Hollohan every which a way And once she got Jeff hard D(ick) (JEFF HARDY) that was the TWIST OF FATE I'm Tim McVeigh, bomb sh**, palm gripped Shots goin' straight from the HEAT to your calves/CAVS like LeBron did A body shot could break strong ribs, but I'ma smoke a square, no need to maul bro, 100 (Marlboro 100s) get the long cig It's on kid, a couple shots left up in this new pound Look through the crowd, like "Where's 100?", they brought me to you clown What the f** could he do now? Look at "100" up close It's only right cuz you the (1), in front of dese 2 rounds (00) It sounds, like you tryna flex But even with the sk** it (SKILLET), probably won't PAN verse a IRON CHEF Cookin n***as, boy'll (BOIL) see I'm SEASONED with swag Squeezin' a mag, I'm marinatin' puttin BEEF in a BAG So listen f*g, I don't wanna hear bars bout how your hammers spray You married, 30 plus, into comic books and anime You don't handle treys We 'posed to believe you pop gats With 4s singin'? Harmin eyes (harmonize) like a doo wop track? And that you move weight and you got crack? I wouldn't see Bulletz in a THUG LIFE with a 2Pac TAT That oo wop clap, shots fly your clique can't flee it I'm leanin' on him with the metal, like a kickstand peep it This gun so big, that if I load a clip and squeeze it Will pick Bulletz up off the ground, like a Hitman Remix Jesus, I'm the meanest when I spit 100 Still got a 5th named Zero that shoot quick 100 But I named this .38 Wilt, cuz the chamber lend (CHAMBERLAIN) shots to hit 100 And they'll share the body, 50-50, if you don't SPLIT 100 f** a teflon Jason mask and bullet proof hoodie too With that being said, what the f** could 100 Bulletz do Now look at you, amateur spitter If I ever see the mother of your children I'ma damage her n***a Spark, aim for the heart, load the cannon and hit her Like where the Raptors play, how I air a can at her center (AIR CANADA CENTER) Remember...you the one that wanted this battle, but you losin now Against Mr. Jump to top tier from the provin' grounds! BOSSTOWN!