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the riot network - jaz the rapper vs. rum nitty lyrics

[round 1: rum nitty]
pimp slap
we got rum m+th+f+ckin’ nitty vs. jaz the rapper, aka big bag
off the rip believe she dyin’
clean sweep, 3+peat, i got the cheat sheet rhymin’
they say, “the alien
(be sittin’ on bars like e.t. ridin'”)
i heard your p+ssy as dry as fur suede leather
so bad that n+ggas pay for it with bars, it ain’t worth they cheddar
qp wrote some sh+t for you to choose from to make your verse way better
gave a few pics (picks) to jaz(z) and got to go bare (gobert), prolly was the worst trade ever
bird face heffеr, i’ma call they bluff
see jaz be hatin’ on case’ causе she the face, that’s somethin’ i cannot make up (makeup)
when she battle, you don’t call case’ once to see if her bars straight, huh?
you never behind her on stage, that sh+t all fake love
y’all two peas in a pod like apple headphones
a real pro would be there to charge case’ up
i wish this broad played tough, i can’t wait
i’ma beat yo’ stupid ass to death, half way
this how you should’ve whooped her ass case’, with a busted jaw
you know how you can tell the punch was hard?
just look at jaz face
no really, look at jaz, face, she gotta stop it
yo’ shine? she tryin’ to block it
crazy, cause you twice as hotter
and as a man, you should be gettin’ the same look as jaz face, just like th3 saga
sayonara
my shooter reckless, he like wildin’
i drop bread, that’s money on ya head, then the big breast b+tch will die violent
he evil, soon as the check’s sent he slide ’bout it
don’t even believe in jesus but he’ll stretch “fish” for $5,000
pull up in a white audi, you don’t wanna get me to trippin’
get beat relentless
they like, “nitty that’s a female.” f+ck it, i’ll swing on b+tches
t++th is missin’
get left with bleeding gums since you like playin’ jaz(z); lisa simpson
you see the difference?
this ain’t an easy match
i only took this battle for my brother, we all knows these is facts
headshot, you’ll be bleedin’ bad, leakin’ fast
i’m talkin’ every cell (sale) comin’ out of big bag like yeezy gap
please relax and keep it rap, move wisely
tell case’, i’ll pull up on the face, in a pooh shiesty
you’ll be dead if you try me
i’ll hit ya parent’s crib in new york, that’s word to mother b; blu ivy
i’m too grimy, i’ll a+r you
take the serial off before the k spark you
back and forth scratchin’ the arm, i feel like ray charles
i may harm you
any episodes i have, starts off with jaz(z) like hey arnold
she stay talkin’
tell this b+tch, “push me”, that’s the wrong move
this b+tch fully, i’ll brrrrrrrt, send bullets
you won’t believe i got a drum for the ten mil’ like big boogie
you been p+ssy
you gonna get her bodied
why you take this battle? you should’ve tried to swerve by me
if i catch you at the crip mansion, you gon’ go hurt probably
if they don’t check me at the door then you gon’ need a search party
put you in the dirt, try me
put some flowers on your casket for you, package floral
then sit front row at the funeral actin’ normal
so just give me the money, i ain’t actin’ cordial
she ain’t wanna do it, i pulled the blade and made one z like the mask of zorro
b+tch, you can’t keep it real yourself
(suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yoself)
[round 1: jaz the rapper]
if y’all don’t remember how i does this, good, i’ma remind you
this the first champion vs. wampion, i’m about to have a good time too
if you loved me last time, tonight? i’m that times two
i work on my time to address bullsh+t when it’s time to, and it’s time to
2022 woty with a queen sweep
all them awards is gonna take awhile to shine ’em up
i want a battle, i get a battle, i make the call and they gonna line it up
but coffee and viixen got an onlyfans? them b+tches fine as f+ck
but if that’s what i gotta do to keep my woty belt+ b+tch sign me up!
they say he the king of the west
well if he the prince then (princeton) i’ma terrorize him
soon as he yell (yale) it’s up, i’ma have my men go find him
beat the brown off this n+gga, beasley and debo cannot identify him
we let him on the iv, leagues ain’t even recognize him
i’m sick i’m really mental, i’ma stick him with a pencil
but the point got stuck on a bone, we all know cornell is hard to get into
or i’ll pick up a rock and strike him a thousand times, it’s so manual
i’m talkin’, bash a b+tch until he f+ckin’ dies like kevin samuels
i’ma do this brother hurtful
i’ma bruise him, nothin’ verbal
the way i beat him, i got my black card revoked, i never seen this color purple
the crib’ll get hit
i’m nitpicking nit’
the sh+t’ll get lit
i’m liftin’ ya sh+t
y’all remember watchin’ p+rn and your parents woke up?
i’m quick with the switch
then i’m hittin’ ya miss
cause ya b+tch is a b+tch
she brought a knife to a gun fight?
still a kid watchin’ p+rn y’all, i switch to the nick
all this ammo in my closet, i dare you to say these .762’s is not felt
cause those shots is high quality rum, so i’m reachin’ for the top shelf
lasers, clips, silencers, everything i need is sittin’ there
uzi’s, macs, tecs, i got all type of grips in there
my closet, like grandma tin can of b+tter cookies
[o’fficial] what that mean?

[jaz]
i got everything for nit’ in (knitting) there
let’s get it clear, i don’t wanna use no guns on you nitty
see we don’t even gotta go there
but if the slow poke don’t k!ll him, it’s pokémon go, the magnum light outta nowhere
this is no fair
i’ll leave this whole sh+t a mess
the number one n+gga on the app i (apple) watch, i don’t miss a step
it’s like i caught covid and i ain’t quarantine, i got ill intent (in tent)
ba! i caught a quarter
you know how much this .50 sent (cent)
you talkin’ ’bout, “you hold the power in the volume like a screenshot
you see ya bars? i know ’em all so well
but if i take him to a pool and drown him, they gon’ lock me up in the jail
cause y’all know what happens when you hold the power down, siri pops up and now i gotta talk to a cell
matter of fact, i done shut down irving plaza
martinis, tla, you don’t even come close to me bro
b+tch i hold the power in any room, i’m a roku remote
see for the past five weeks i’ve been in all his mentions
cause y’all predictions was causin’ friction
but i’m here to sway all consensus
i’m not here to win a race, that’s the smallest vision
i live by the marathon like a slauson tenant
it’s time to cook with the crip, we in martha’s kitchen
i call my b+tches they all s+d+stic
i asked ’em, “which gun should i choose?” they all said this thing
so i’m comin’ with the little .23; larsa pippen
nina will crack a b+tch, she got all the privilege
but i make sure the baby in the right hand like a foster visit
his kids there, i’ma k!ll ’em, gotta off the winners
no child left behind, like abortion clinics
gina on martin on a diet, we toss the biscuit
gun jam, this b+tch stubborn, like taurus women
i put a hold on every card like fraud prevention
this suicide or self checkout, he narcistic
first i gave him a flesh wound, ooh, he a bleeder
he lost a pint of blood but he an alien, right? so i took him to a liter (our leader)
y’all remember that line i had versus clips that didn’t really hit with the fans?
well, we have five liters of blood in our body so if i take one outta rum, now i really got a fifth in my hands
aww sh+t, i’m really not trying to offend rum
he punchin’ on me, swingin’ on me, kickin’ me, and then some
even my pops tried to break us up
he said, “i’m bringing my gun baby this is where the end come.”
i tell him, “noooo. i’m in love with my abuser
just make sure when you bring the stock home send rum (stockholm syndrome)
my rushmore got four heads on it, after this proves i’m so worthy
i’m just tryin’ to see jaz on the mountain like the old jersey
[round 2: rum nitty]
aye, y’all done put this b+tch in the trash
we gonna get location where she finna be atm, then spin around the back
i’m changing stations like chloe from set it off while i sit in the lac’
like, “can’t listen to that. that, nor that. this for a sec.”
cause i’m really finna pop, jazz (jaz), leave the country then it’s a (w)rap
how different is that?
this ole’ flat back, big headed ass jazz
gotta wear a new york yankee snap back on her last latch
i’ll pull up and erase you (interracial) like i’m half black
hop out, expose the big draco like kat stacks
find where y’all shakin’ ass at and crash that
rob you b+tches, you, casey and o’fficial, like, “where the cash at?”
i’ll even make qb come outta pocket, every ran sacked (ransacked)
pack strapped, ruger shootin’
b+tch you be workin’ with the red and blue, who you foolin’?
i’ll catch you broad day, use the ruger
light up anything close to magenta, a few should (fuchsia) do it
i think you just stupid
you testin’ who?
don’t get reckless b+tch i’m tellin’ you
this piece will split ya head in two
leave you with nerve damage, paralyzed, eager to get your legs to move
b+tch tried to turn up (turnip) and got beat (beet); you ever seen a magenta vegetable?
visit heaven soon
you’ve been fightin’ for ya life, battlin’ all week (weak), the woty got strength of schedule
get hit with several
the gun’ll clap, a clip and a .9 full, full clip in the tom’ too
i don’t even wanna rap, up the strap
play p+ssy get f+cked, it’s up and it’s stuck, i just took a honey pack
i don’t even wanna smash, i ain’t tryin’ to f+ck her
i’ll take the head, neck, make her look into my eyes when she suck it
i’m talkin’ brain, like krang from ninja turtles, my mind in the gutter
i won’t slide in the cover, but i’ll take sloppy action
she like, “i can’t breathe!” stop the actin’
you either gonna suck or choke, why you out here lollygagging
i’m tryin’ to see if the top is crackin’
make her open up, and give magenta seeds to suck, like a pomegranate
i’m not romantic, i hate wh0res
i’m talkin’ them, up in every place, up in every n+gga face wh0res
that’s why i don’t date wh0res
they make you deal with extra luggage until they board (bored)
you should get checked, tagged
don’t let that go over ya head, big bag gotta pay for it
i don’t got sp+ce for it
you probably f+cked all your homegirl’s n+ggas
that’s why they don’t bring they man around for it
you a freak
big tease (tee’s) like the franchise boyz
we hand out war
you can’t keep it real yourself
(n+gga suicide or i’ll do the job, you decide, k!ll yoself)

[round 2: jaz the rapper]

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