bullpen battle league - tay roc vs. bad newz lyrics
[round 1: bad newz]
ayo!
you off smack n-gg-, it’s my house
you won’t survive in this place
shakin’ my head emoji
roc gets somethin’ blew (blue) through his shirt, and a black five in his face
n-gg-, two decembers ago my n-gg-, i was just locked up
this past december now? i got shot up
and it’s dope i made it but i don’t cook crack my n-gg-
so this whippin’ can only resultin’ in me f-ckin’ roc(k) up
y’all watch this goofy -ss n-gg- come up here playin’
about a n-gg- that just survived some shots
well i’m no joke and i don’t smoke, how can i die from roc(k)?
you just had to battle for ya life, runnin’ after hollow tryin’ to get a body
i just really had to battle for my life
i was runnin’ down the street rocked with hollows in my body
there’s a difference n-gg-
n-gg- in this ring you my idol
but tonight my n-gg-, i’m son rival
it’s bad newz written all over this hammer, that’s the gun t-tle
if ya other half feel some type of way, tell him he can get the fade
i’m free w-lly, i jump over roc(k) and hit the wave
no lackin’ in this battle, i stepped in with a loaded glock
off that aroma therapy too, i open up with about 40 shots
if they told you somethin’ p-ssy, they should’ve told you i had a grave for ya
i had you in the casket, suited up, lyin’, better than a paid lawyer
you dead roc, i don’t think you listenin’ fam’
i stacked rounds to make this body, i’m the michelin man
a poor guy’s only meal how i’m grippin’ this can’
then give him bucks up front that’s how i give an advance
let’s get straight to it
as soon as i spot him the k shootin’
after the ring, i retire this baltimore hitter he ray lewis
okay stupid? now i think sp-ce jam once i get my hands on you aak
and i’m a monstar that’s a beast that know how to handle the roc(k)
it’s the bullpen, we’re real mc’s, how the crowd reactin’?
he just a smack rapper, y’all know he reach and take off his coat and get the crowd reaction
that’s bullsh-t but i don’t even care, it’s whatever roc
cause if i reach in this coat you gon’ get the biggest reaction that you ever got
let’s talk about his resume, i need everybody to peep how i’m ahead of roc
bro i was surfin’ through ya battles like, “yo this n-gg- gotta be a nerd at best.”
cause he was strugglin’ to handle that calicoe
but you was doin’ pretty good with chess
speakin’ of goodz, bro y’all battle almost turned into a f-ckin’ dizaster
john john beat yo’ -ss so bad, you doin’ this for d-mn near free and it’s a couple years after
my arsonal? thick, i can let that k-shine with that old red laser
i keep a gun wit’ me, but my hitman a blood
so when that brim in his face he thinkin’ he rematchin’ rum nitty
these hollows? ill, will have a n-gg- dancin’ like jc
you better not run or the 12 come out, kaboom
now it’s dna all over my shotgun
this ain’t even mine, no it ain’t, it’s my b-tch strap
i named this my “c3 ratchet”
and after these clips smoke him it won’t be rematches
but this gon’ be magic, this n-gg- roc can’t f-ck wit’ me
yo rich dolarz! ’bout to send you up some company
i got one! at the top of the chamber wit’ his name on it
i let it roc off to get roc’d off then i rock off his chain on me
you lame homie
glorifyin’ you some gun bar king, but you ain’t got no gun charges
bro i be glorifyin’ i don’t play wit’ them things at all, and they keep tryin’ to give me more gun charges
that sh-t make me mad, think kyrie leavin’ i break his calves (cavs)
i keep the tool in my drawers i’m that white boy off of ‘breaking bad’
speakin’ of ‘breaking bad’, what got you thinkin’ that you breakin’ bad?
oh your mechanic ain’t finish workin’ on the whip so ya breaks is bad
n-gg- i’ll take ya cash but i ain’t gon’ rob you roc
like 12 just pulled me, sh-t i’m tryin’ to hide you roc(k)
he’s some lil’ f-ckin’ gun bar king? and y’all worried if i’m gonna survive or not?
i took four to the gut last month i just survived some shots
ayo roc!
i’m in ya buildin’ with my b-ttas on i’m tryin’ to creep tho’
i know roc cold as ice, what the f-ck y’all think i brought this heat fo’?
i knock on his door, throw my hand over the peephole
“who is it?”
baow! four to the chest like oladipo
i’ll run in his crib, give his mother a slice
then i’m f-ckin’ his wife
like, “d-mn this cave p-ssy was good”, so i f-cked her twice
i seen his little daughters
he talkin’ ’bout “it is”, right now he can’t stand me
n-gg-, you better [?] cause you been f-ckin’ wit’ them trannies
aye i seen his little daughters i’m like, “hey” and gave ’em both a bike
but no breaks so when they stop they run through the f-ckin’ light
i’m in his livin’ room, big blunt while i clutch the pipe
roc walk in to the worse newz of his f-ckin’ life
i’m really ’bout that f-ckin’ life, you better ask around
back ’em down like i’ve been workin’ on my post moves with shaq in town
aye brizz, it’s aggravatin’, it’s a hospital, not a graduation
once lil’ tay tay get capped and gowned
i’m spazzin’ now, i used to shoot it like this, i was scared of the view if i hit somebody
now i look my victims in they eyes, i’m geechi gotti
n-gg-s try me, atlanta gon’ witness a d-mn body
this bethany off that new jumanji movie, a grown woman in a man’s body
i’m from that murder mount, 2-5-2, that’s what we ’bout
raised up around those stakes like a tree house
so take it easy, cause i know ya family worship you roc
this how i k!ll him and y’all forever have to worship his rock
i hold it down for this league, they notice me roc
i’m that supermarket cart boy, i’ve been workin’ a lot
y’all now the supermarket cart boy he always be workin’ the lot
but y’all be treatin’ these n-gg-s like they jordan and kobe, y’all been bias
and forget to mention the real f-ckin’ goat, i’m len bias
you know how many f-ckin’ n-gg-s took my style and run? yo give thanks bro
i’m runnin’ down on all you n-gg-s for my 5%, i’m big draco
this ain’t sh-t though, there’s nothin’ lost to me bro, don’t let this leave you scared
think verbal warfare, you just got beat with bars
y’all think i’m worried ’bout lil tay tay? this n-gg- h-lla b-tch
watch ya mouth, cause if not n-gg-, i’ll put a sh-ll in it
all my guns throwaways n-gg-, destroy the evidence
so if we wreck before you can get to sue (tsu) we gon’ settle it
y’all know, get to tsu, nah that’s surf son
bro, i was so f-cked up as a child i tried to stuff real bullets in my nerf gun
now-a-days, i be grippin’ the hammer as soon as church done
god bring a man from the dirt but i earth one!
i’m in the cave, lookin’ for this so called batman like i’m from gotham
i’m still gon’ let this .4 get (forget) him, i ain’t forgot him
i spot roc and his whole family, that chopper rock him
f-ck it, i’m even boxin’ the kids like sock ’em bock ’em
i run up on ave like, “yo, what is yo’ name?” and you ain’t like that
take brizz machete, he cryin’ to get his knife back
i’m lookin’ for tay long -ss neck to get a swipe at
his soul flyin’, let’s see if trez can reb-ttal his life back
it’s a nice strap, i spot tay then the hammer blam
baow! paramedics charged with trafficking, i had ’em pushin’ roc(k) in the ambulance
….jersey
sike! i ain’t surf n-gg-
and ya daughter, she writin’ books now, tryin’ to be an author
all light bars, and she got it from her father
tryin’ to play me my n-gg-, why would you even bother
i’ll have pieces of roc(k) all in the hood like it’s the carter
[girl in the crowd]
f-ck that n-gg-, tay roc!
[bad newz]
f-ck you!
i’m nice with the clippers, f-ck a fade, i ain’t a barber
with these brooms i’ll sweep up roc(k) like i’m a farmer
what happened to me, happened to you, just call it karma
lemon squeezin’ all of this tea like arnold palmer’s, n-gg-
y’all brought a little roc in my house for real? like i had sh-t to prove?
what’s my slogan?
y’all know this n-gg- dead before bodyin’ newz
[round 1: tay roc]
ayooooo!!!
aye, aye, y’all know about antonyms and synonyms?
well when i catch ant’ and ’em guess where i”m sendin’ him?
i was f-cked up when i heard that bad news about bad newz
then john called me, said we battlin’ i said, “d-mn…more bad news for bad newz.”
i mean, it’s bad enough somebody shot him, now i gotta stop him?
how many times you get hit? don’t matter
this one round you not survivin’
roc a problem, i got crips and bloods, i combined ’em
send ’em at you, have you seein’ blue and red like the cops behind him
traumatize him, let it peel (pill) in his mouth; oxycontin
you and your cheerleaders, i’m talkin’ ’bout bodies piling
we wreck up ya shop, ya set’ll get shot by the fire squadron
hecklers will pop, we wet up the block; fire hydrant
leave him somewhere no cop’ll find him
like a cornfield, that’s how i get him out the picture
take you to a crop and hide him
the shotty c-ckin’, i’ll molly whop him, his body rottin’
when it’s loose on the rifle, the only time my stock is droppin’
aye john, why you timin’?
the minute you yell “time” i ain’t stoppin’
he couldn’t get from behind these bars with johnny cochran
you grew up, watchin’ me and it’s not forgotten
you just one of them gun bar kids that rock a docket
i gotta k!ll you, it’s not an option
i get close enough then left the fifth open up, we bottle poppin’
aye, who gon’ hurt roc? that’s who get the first, second then third shot
they find him in the trunk, blindfolded, bird box
i can have this pipe smokin’ holmes; sherlock
i’ll ice pick him, and twist it like a key that you turn lock
aye, you choose, what the f-ck you gon’ do newz?
i’ll run up on ya man, like “weird news.”
he like, “who newz?”
i have n-gg-s that knew newz actin’ like they never knew newz.”
then pop lady, drop [?] his top red; nunu (new newz)
i’m too smooth, you gon’ end up on channel 2 news
worldstar, youtube
try me, you gonna eat through tubes
doc’s gonna bring him applesauce, it goes through the tubes easy
if we don’t k!ll ’em, we comin’ back for newz weekly (newsweek)
we gon’ do him too greasy, i’ll chain you up, throw you in a box, then throw that in the lake he houdini
aye, cops discovered the body, it’s too creepy
they found a carolina n-gg- bodied, bloated and paler than glueazy
don’t talk about who beat me until you beat me
you pg, i get paid, you do freebies
i’ll break in ya crib while you sleepy, i’m too sneaky
beat ya head with a lamp ’til i get a wish from that blue genie
every n-gg- in my crew clap for me
i could send chef and (in) raw like my food j-panese
i could send ave at him, grippin’ two gats to squeeze
and if newz stand in the way they’ll give newz (news) magazines
you always wanted to be one of them cave dudes
yes you did
donald trump talkin’ ’bout cnn, you fake newz
i will break [?] tv i hate newz
my shooter’ll get him, come back like, “yo, i got some great newz”
i shouldn’t have took this, cause you don’t have great views
thank me, for lettin’ me kick it wit’ a star, bape shoes
f-ck wit’ me, what is you drunk off of grey goose?
i’ll take a bulldog and beat the breaks off of you until it break loose
ain’t no way you can take me for a rookie
john be trickin’ off, meanin’ he had you pay me for this p-ssy
pause
you don’t see a quarter of roc amount
the chopper is what roc’ll mount
on somethin’ that hit this n-gg- from rocky mount
watch ya mouth! why would he put you in this position?
end up paralyzed, there’s nothin’ you can do in that condition
two choices, i give his b-tch the ruger or the smith &
she gon’ disappear and i bet newz report her (reporter) missin’
like gta, i send my shooter on a mission
this sharpshooter ain’t got nothin’ to do with a submission
scratch that, i take a shank like how they do it in the prison
they od on him, i’ve overusin’ a prescription, n-gg-
summer madness? nome? you ain’t did sh-t but keep it g
why you think you a celebrity newz? tmz?
drive-by, get hit, right out of a gmc
i’ll hop out and handle the unfinished business; epmd
f-ck a snitch! before a hoe tell (hotel) ’bout mine, i’ll air a b and be (air bnb) out before check out time
what’s this hoe’s facade, my hitter pull up in a stolen car and leave a o in the middle of this gd, now go to god
antwan, you’se a worker
john, you should fire ant’
rifle, scope with the ray i’ll sent you on fire ant’
let ya b-tch get tough like some kinda champ
switchblade in the weave, chop through the roots like a marijuana plant
better watch ya lips, poppin’ sh-t, you know roc can get, rock ya sh-t
or i’ll blast off, no rocket ship
roc the sh-t, n-gg-s watch me and they copy sh-t
n-gg-s studyin’ roc(k) i turned them to geologists
you’re not as sick
well, at least i acknowledged it
and all the sh-t you make up, you should be a cosmetologist
six foot hole, ya body gon’ rot inside of it
cops gotta dig you up like archaeologists
body sh-t, you stupid if you thinkin’ tay can’t
come to ya crib like it’s a raid like a can’, i’ll spray ant’
blam! drop him, soon as the can’ pop him
once i’m at his crib like an exterminator that’s ant’ problem
come see that i be all about it
if i gotta be extra, somethin’ gon’ happen to newz, you can read all about it
[?] even about it, headshot, left a n-gg- lyin’ like we ain’t believe him about it
for this battle, you couldn’t wait to even write
probably some dumb sh-t like, “when i took two shots, roc ain’t pray for me at night.”
you still walkin’, talkin’, breathin’, right?
n-gg-s get shot everyday, you’ll be aight
this battle, you the only one it mattered to
i took this cause you got shot and i felt bad for you
sike i lied, i took this cause john said, “roc, i got a bag for you.”
this the perspective i’ma put it into
i’ve been on flex, been to more cities, i get paid more, i f-ck badder b-tches, i’m cooler than you
the only thing you got that i don’t got is some bullets in you
shine k!lled you, now i gotta put you in ya place again
you got shot and survived to look death in the face again
two shooters with ski masks on him
put a shotgun and k in his face like john john backed a rematch for him
nah, my shooter fire metal ’til every bone in ya body jell-o
he got a stick on him, purple ragged up; donatello
he raise that d-mn can’, blam blam!
and then i deuce deuce ya homie, that’s the tiny weapon for ant’ man (ant-man)
i rap sick, hop up in bad crib, crack wigs
abusive daycare worker, this sh-t hit bad kids
ya throat slit, ya b-tch head roc(k), none of y’all aunt’s live
i laid her tracks behind ya vocals
(what’s that)
the ad-lib
next stop, i take the whole drum clip, air it
at who?
(who?)
bad dad like he an unfit parent
head leak, he get wrapped in a bad sheet
they won’t ever be able to find bad dad, he a deadbeat
you could’ve rapped all night, you would’ve just lost half this bag
i send the goons at ya -ss, them tools clap and blast
put him in a casket with a few travel bags, send him to heaven quick
you know they say bad newz travels fast
beat me? still n-gg-s lyin’
tell ’em like i told the others
(i don’t feel n-gg-s rhymes
who you foolin’ with them steel grippin’ lines?
tell him, f-ckin’ with me he’ll get smacked, we on real n-gg- time!)
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