[Round 1: Viixen The Assassin]
How's everyone doin' tonight?
Well for me...it's been rough rough
Combining Kings vs. Queens with Summer Madness, when they hit us, it ain't enough bucks
I know Smack came a long way from DVD's and now he's stuck up
But you need to call Caffeine and fix whatever you fucked up
Blade out, shit like coupons, I'm finna cut up
One slice, change the game, Pizza Hut fuck
Blood, dry on the blade like, "What is this stuff? Crust?"
Watch a Crip die slow but his Blood rust
Silencers, shhhh
I better bring back white girls sayin', "Shut up"
Creepin' Rum, [?], snuck up
Let this bitch blow, point one (.1)...Rum got me fucked up
What's up?
I know I can't outpunch this puncher, I'm not stupid
But y'all allow domestic violence shit, y'all ruthless
Ask mе why I'm more of a Left Eye, Waiting To Exhalе type of bitch when I'm movin'
(Why?)
Cause for a punch, I brought fire like Hadouken
Let's get to it
I'm on a different time bro, shit fly by
Damn where does the time go?
My shooters grip from the jump like Skyzone
Do my signature muah, and you goin' to sleep, I'm talkin' pronto
That's kiss and the Z's (disease) like mono
No combo, I'm givin' him all rights, he in for a long night
They confused on how a white girl can hit a Crip this smooth, Kendrick Lamar, right?
You The Alien, alright, I'll still up the heat
I don't care where you at
Once it's up with me, it's stuck with me
Catch an Alien while he fuckin', n***a you can't even come (cum) in peace
Drop the heat
There go this blade again
This bitch old, but it does enough
You gonna end up like Pittsburgh Steelers, stuck with rust
Where I'm from, you have to toughen up
Ever since a kid I was in the trenches dawg (dog); Scruff McGruff
I don't wanna go punch for punch or knuckle up
Sniper rifle or fuck you up
It's so 'Dangerous', through the scope it look like a 90's video from Busta Bus'
URL What's up?
Y'all got me mad in this bitch
Do I gotta remind y'all I'm fuckin' HER
Like a n***a that brag on his dick?
I don't care if he a Crip
Once he act up he gettin' packed up
I'm a Nut', Insane and I ain't bust in awhile, you better back up
They said I'm all performance, no punches, I'm never endin' frail
We different ranks, you can't school me, y'all better wish him well
Yes, I'm 'bout to scream in your face allll night...that ship will never sail
All Ivey do it yell (Yale), I'm still better than Cornell
When we pull up, we droppin' shit
Mask over all, it's Alcohol Anonymous, make him strip
Before the casket, I'm that bold
Yeah you gotta take everything off before you lay down, like outside clothes
Why wouldn't I bring a gun to this punch fight, that's what it's made for
He swing he gettin' it worse than what he came for
If the punch come with a combo, I'ma up/charge, and he gonna have to pay more
You 'bout to die die
Split his shit, 'til he wide wide
Open the punch, look like I'm givin' a Hi-5
You sweet sweet, can't beat me
I got answers for the cheat sheet
Here to take Rum, straight up, I like it neat neat
Crack a smile like keet keet
Anemic, I seek heat
Cock back, bust in mouth, I'm a freak freak
He went from being a puncher to tastin' a mil' (meal), he Keith-
You gon' use my skin tone against me, but I'm not here to fight race
Thinkin' I won't easily black out on Rum cause I'm light-wait (weight)
We can go black side or white side, I'm really with the drama
My black side come with the big butt, and I get it from my mama
But I will bust yo' head 'til you on my white meat like a threat from yo' mama
Holdin' it, polar grip
Bullets go straight through his skull gets split
Y'all wanna know the best thing about being black and white?
Graze (gray's) areas don't exist
I'll make this bitch bleed with anything within reach
He your number one?
Well anything can get beat
Havin' an OnlyFans taught me, be careful who you sendin' to(send in two), anything can get leaked
Time
[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
Y'all ready?
(Yeeeah!)
Alright bitch
Bitch
Yooou gotta be try to be more safe
We had your bookin' info, room number and all
We was really on your case
Could've made that a short stay
I mean, I was gonna slide right to the hotel where they booked Viix' (vic') the suite...on Floor 8
We ain't for play (foreplay)
You should've battled someone from ya class
Back out while you still got time, Rum gonna do you bad
She must just wanna crash
I don't even know why she clipped on that mic, Viix' (Vicks) outta pocket, run before you pass
I'm on yo' ass
We blitz shit
Follow you around, watch your every step, like a FitBit
Big blick, ladder with the semi', attachment with the glizzy, like a dick pic
Send six, blast this whore
Go ahead get hype, they gonna be pickin' out caskets for her
If V Bucks up, we're gonna have to charge it to the game, the little girl was askin' for it
You'll get smashed for sure
But if she get this anaconda
She gonna be tryin' to introduce me to her dad and all like that's an honor
Whole family tryin' to have me over for some bland ass lasagna
If I take one bite, and it's no seasoning, I'ma slap ya mama
Jab, take accountability (account ability) like the best hacker
Jab, you don't wanna see me bar for bar like Chess rappin'
Jab, you gonna have to go over everything you write (right) like you left handed
Overhand, you dealin' with the real life Juggernaut (jug or ((k))not) like breast cancer
This just practice, this shit a breeze
Where you from? Milwaukee?
Well I'm about to end this with ease (E's)
Lift, blick and squeeze
You prayin' to the Lord for help
You propped up on a hospital bed, usin' that annoyin' bell
Watchin' old cartoons on the screen, tryin' to enjoy yourself
Laughin' at Wild E. Coyote gettin' a piano dropped on him- 'til an organ fail (fell)
Tell this fat ass white girl, I'll beat her off the camera
Take it back to middle school, you might see her paws then slam her
No cap
Tell queen to "stop the cappin'", cause I'm Conrad Murray
The King Of Pop, Assassin
Soon as she fall I'm clappin'
Blammin' more in this hoe face
Let the cannon go, it ain't no breaks
Your 2K player ever get cold?
Got me shootin' standin' over a snowflake
We don't know fake
We all thorough
I done hit licks and robbed n***as just to feed myself
I might rob one of you bitches
Then Viixen held up too (2), like a ring card girl
[Round 2 : Viixen The Assassin]
So men talk about guns, drugs, how they leg Mags fly
How they got Calico's by a Landslide
How y'all will kill a whole family, don't care if mom and dad cry
I show a little pussy online and now I'm the bad guy?!
How you get yo' money, is how you get yo' money
It ain't never my concern boss
You do hold the power in the Volume
You got mouths to feed, I can never be mad at something you earn off
Just know that this pussy is power and my lights will never be turned off
A man tryin' to bash a woman that smash? I don't trust you
But nobody knock the Hustle...but dude
Sex appeal and pretty privilege won't work tonight, you right
I'ma still get it done
But for the record, I don't got a gag reflex, I got a trigger one
Kidnap his kids, so he know that I'm wiggin'
I'm every father's worst nightmare, his daughter lookin' up to a Viixen
When we ride, I ain't leavin' shit back to hold me
A vet show up, it look like I'm goin' back to Jodie
AK ring, leave holy, matrimony
Chopper clip look like elbow macaroni
Thompson hit ya friend, like when he mad at Khloe
Never let love show, they just smashed the homie
Somethin' big shootin', look like Shaq gettin' a pass from Kobe
Or get a thin slice for cheap, like Jack's and Tony's
You gonna run into a star player, and pick a foul up
You from the west I call my 'Regulators' to mount up
Put Rum in the grave and watch Cornell pile (Powell) up
Pull up, servin' Llamas, it's a halal truck
Bus(t) in front of the crib, I'm finna pick a child up
You a Crab, a boney bitch, don't get my riled up
When I see (sea) food, fuck muscles (mussels), I'ma lift this cal' (cow) up
I'm foul brah
Even wit' ya kids, I'm completin' a mission
Catch you out with ya Family, Guy, and hit Pow(ell) right in the kisser
It's a given, I don't play
Even my Mexicans know I talk different Corn'; elote
You tough? No way
Cornell get core nailed, Corn' frail
Steak fajitas, get Corn' shells
The shit Hell!
They never let you lose
They never come and doubt you
We all know Corn' never dies just (digests) know I'ma beat the shit up out you
I'm not really a wrong type of bitch
Some bars, life shit
I'd rather much often, the shit you said to Bigg K mean Jack and then lies
You do that much often
White Claws, the words won't work on me, fuck talkin'
I don't care if you said you'd put a Shard in A (Chardoney), that cut water
I know those are different types of drinks, it didn't really make sense
But let me fix all of this
I'm bi-racial, ain't know what to do with Rum, I'm a mixologist
N***a you'se a bitch
You gave Geechi half of your money?
You got kids to feed
They college fund, that's what's makin' me mad
If you didn't give him nothin', he would've had to understand if he was really ya mans
Now you back beggin' Smack cause them funds gettin' low
You bad at Math
That's why when y'all come at me, I'm like, "Why is that a brag?"
At least I was born 50/50, n***a you chose to go half and half
Pops comin' after if this white girl take it
It get nasty when I'm cookin', y'all gonna hate to taste what this white girl makin'
I'm usin' every fuckin' bar, ain't a line this white girl wastin'
Gun on my hip, this white girl wasted
One shot spill Rum, top, oops, this white girl wasted
Geechi and Danny gonna have to hold him up, he lookin' like a white girl wasted
I'll have Rum stumblin' into every fuckin' bar
Ain't that what you do when you -
They been tryin' to find your replacement
And somebody else that be punch wildin'
They even got Fonz (finds) for Rum, like drunk drivin'
You go on them small leagues and give 'em your all
Why is that where you wig?
Then get on URL and complain about time when them other people ain't did as half as they did
Rum keep goin' to those little leagues, they gonna stop goin' to bat for you kid
They lettin' you kill your own career
Your slogan, never fit better
You the worst kind of me
You got mad at Smack, and cried about it online for eyes to see
Told us, Lux was your end game, they want you gone so they gonna do it obviously
You got in your feelings, took on somethin' Loaded for your end game
Shit sound like suicide to me
Beasley had to beg me for this, I didn't have the time or depressing led me to suicide
Now his body chalked out, he gotta die
His tape around suicide, like 13 Reasons Why
Time
[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
Aye if we fight now
I'll knock her stupid ass right out
I don't even get mad when she push me
Cause you weak pussy
Now lights out
This your mission to abort
Cause you gon' lose
I mean we all seen Viixen versus Ward
The bitch was gettin' torched
He said that "Crown Vic'" bar and kicked the shit out you
That's what happens when you get behind a Horse
This bitch'll die for sure, I bet she'll lose
You'll be paralyzed from the waist down if I air the tool
Bed ridden, can barely move
I put White Chicks in wheel chairs like Terry Crews
You better move, I'ma pull to where you live with it tho
Tie you up, throw you in the closet, your kids gettin' smoked
By the time yo' husband get to the do'
He see a bunch of n***as with guns out but no Viixen (vixen), it look like a drill video
This bitch is bold
When I first heard her, I said, "She cold with it
She got punches, delivery, presence, her flow different."
Had a little seasoning to her and all, no kizzy
Tried to convince her she was half black, alright, Whoa Vicky
They say I take it light on the women, I don't be really tryin'
But don't trip, this bitch is dyin'
To simplify it, Viix' (Vics) gettin' blew out just to clear the air, a humidifier
I'm really fire
She crazy if you ask me, I heard Norbes smashed
They didn't even have to pay you just to clap cheeks
Just pick you up from the airport and have you eatin' babies in the taxi
By the time they left JFK, Assassin ate it (assassinated) in the backseat
I clap heat
Bury you in the widest plot
Can't find the spot
I'll put a Viixen (vixen) underneath the earth like Firefox
You don't slide on blocks
You bitches play with nail kits
Most of my n***as in the coffin or in a box, really on they jail tip
You play with burettes, shell clips, when you're finna get your hair did
I play with Berettas, shells, clips, and my trigger is the hair pin
I air shit
I'ma have one of you bitches missin'
This ain't nothin' like you faced before, this a different mission
You on OnlyFans only cause you fucked up and penny pinchin'
Might end up strippin' to give your kids a Christmas
Become a Dancer, so I pull up like a Dasher- Blitzen Viixen (Vixen)
Nice try
Shit get hot out in Florida, you ain't got enough melanin
You might die from light shine
Shit, I'll bet the Miami Heat will be way too much for your white side
I ain't never told a white lie

[Round 3: Viixen The Assassin]
Ah ah ah ah
The Alien
You rap so good it kinda get my pussy wet
The Alien? We don't gotta end this in a tragedy
Baby, you The Alien?
What kind of car you drive? A spaceship?
What kind of phone you got? A Galaxy?
Come here (x6)
Stop tryin' to blast at me
You don't gotta shoot 'til it hella empty
Put the guns down, let's start a family, come settle wit' me
Just know if The Alien give me a baby, I'm turnin' to Ellen Ripley
When they first tried to get at me, they didn't mention you
Bright idea, it's lit for you, I'm sick of dude
Anything you say they push, will cheer (wheelchair), that's a Crip for you
I got a gift for the-
God ain't wrap me too tight
And I'm always mad he missed a screw
Smack said, "I got Nit' for you."
I said, "Nit' for who?"
He said, "Nit' for you."
Pardon my grammar but this must be a croquet class if I was meant for you
Instead of sticks crossin' over, look like I'm tryin' to knit for you
Or a stick can hold shit up, I guess I'm Crippin' too
This type of shit will close towns and make a business move
Joe Clark, I shut down schools over the principle
Knife out, one poke, that's the end of you
His family like, "You actin' different. What done got into you?"
I'll kill a n***a with a bow cut like Dylann Roof
You think cause Surf gone you the biggest Crip to move?
We won't let a RICO take him out, does he look like Money Mitch to you?
Plus the only alcoholic Crip we respect made 'Gin & Juice'
Your style? Extra dry, name should be "Gin and Juice"
Chest shot, he rollin' down the street, like 'Gin & Juice'
Fuck the slogan, cause I'm a Dogg sittin' on bars like Snoop in 'Gin & Juice'
You do all that back to back punchin' and really don't grasp nothin'
It's like givin' Narcan to someone who's not really overdosin'
I'll up the nose on a n***a that lacks substance
Headshot 'til it's fallin' out
Tonight I said, "Fuck a corset", this a natural body, let it all hang out
Shit's like a men's bathroom
#1 if I'm pissed
#2? You better stall 'em out
I'll bash his head in, 'til he lose all coherency
Of course The Alien not real- it's a conspiracy
You sick, but with this shot I'm immunity
Your crew gon' need unity if I'm at you Nitty
Headshot, causes unity
Now they gotta come together to pray and whine (wine), they commune Nitty (community)
I can go gun line for gun line wit' you Nitty
I don't give a fuck about your hood tendency
Don't you see we both click (clique) from the jump
Baby, this good chemistry
You're still a bitch to me
You did all that clique hoppin'
We done really seen it all
You had all these clique's (click) backs, and I'm finna delete them all
Pull up, skeeert, origami
Bend the corner, run in his crib
It don't matter who go in first, we 'bout to flip a Quarter
Then catch him, Geechi and EFB and spray somethin'
Police don't think the murders really related, they play cousins
They put you in these small rooms to help you look better
That's how they coddle
But this Viixen (vixen) in any room you fucked, it's a brothel
I got my foot on necks
You complained about Footz, it's a time difference
Take a chunk out of him, look like we kidnapped EK, a side (Assad) mission
You can't walk in the hood without gettin' pressed, we ride different
Ratchet come out, soon as he pass
Rich Homie Quan bitches

[Nitty]
You kickin' my ass right

[Viixen]
You are 5 foot- nothing
I'll dog walk him
Chihuahua, little bitch, I don't care what y'all call him
I'm tired of you Nit' pickers making a big deal out of a small problem
You let Twork push you across the stage
Geechi hid behind a tree
Neither one of y'all got heart
To me, that's the same shit
It's like Ashanti, cause Cornell and Gotti inside the same bitch
You let Geechi pass you up
He created a group
And now you just every battle, you Sammy The Bull
Cause yeah, you got a kingpin (king pen) too, but you'll always be in Gotti's shadow
You are not tough
Big chopper and I pop up
Third shift at Wal-Mart, the stock's up
That's what you used to do, but now you a gangsta
You a Stan to me
It's crazy you worked at Wal-Mart but they knew it was Great Value off branding me
Bitch I'm from Milwaukee
We really in the field
I came to Stretch cousin (cuz in) like 2Pac, and only did it for the Mil'
So y'all can glorify another bitch that think she fuckin' wit' me
But make sure that she's sugar free cause these bitches sweet
Muah

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
Aye, Smack, this yo' fault
Cause you already know what I do to hoes
Real n***a
I got troopers that's gon' move and they shootin' poles
If I die, they still get active on my account like Julio Foolio
Y'all said she had PEN-pen
That's not true guys
Bitch can't even spell "vixen" right, that's not too wise (two I's)
I mean, you fine, but that ass is a'ight
Outside the clothes you probably built like a garbage bag full of rice
I'm past all the hype
N***a will feel like Little Chris from Friday, tryin' to hit that trash from the bike
You can't be no wife, this ain't what you thought
She'll play with that pussy on camera if you pay what it cost
Shakin' it all
All you gotta do is send a tip to get Viix' to moan (Vic Damone), cause they say Money Talks
Fuck you thought?
We got blickies in the car today
Think we ain't strapped cause we in Orlando, cause semi's (Kissimmee) not that far away
You are for play, you just rap 'bout it
Every bar you got a gun, like your strap poppin'
You soft, but you act brolic
I'll do the Shotgun Suge special move- on your back pockets
Clap choppers, this bitch'll take L's
You couldn't shoot a gun if you wanted to
You'll lift up the blick and break nails
Give your temple K shells
You might as well start charging for blow job videos, you missin' brain cells (sales)
You can't tell?
You extra week
You talk about you carry heat
Cut it out, you ain't gonna shoot nothin'; a vasectomy
We got hella heat, all kind of blickies
You'll get smoked if you try me Vicki
Put you in a leaf
A fuckin' Russian Cream, sound like a quickie