Fonz vs. Mackk Myron

Lyrics

[Round 1: Mackk Myron] So y'all wanna hear some punchlines, huh? Alright…y'all back up a lil' bit Tell me when we ready, Smack Y'all ready? (Yeah!) I said…they finna read all about it if the boy extra A couple rounds to the face: you a poindexter I'll let somethin' rare kick: Dornbeckers When you get hit wit' a .50, it ain't Floyd record This ain't no favor, nigga They made the plate worth it Ave kept duckin', so they went and got the fake version! 'K burnin'! You ready to get killed, faggot!? I laid him down wit' a big round: Shaquille mattrеss! I'm skilled tactic Nigga, splat! I reach for heat Rarе handle, the shit brass: Jesus feet I put him in high places: Jesus niece Another strap tucked in the whip: I got heated seats! What you gon' say? "He left RBE and came to URL!" Fonz, yo' mama lick my balls and she do it well! And you look like a fat Welven - I can spot that The Land Lord? (*scoffs*) Ain't put one nigga out his spot yet! All that puncline shit, my nigga!? We ain't hearin' that After this, you Wesley Snipes: a disappearing act It's more than that! I'm a shooter, Hornacek Rifle with goggles for the boul (Bull): Horace Grant! AY! He goin' to cops and give 'em all statements? Death on Grand Theft: I get him all Wasted Shot him like Alonzo, give him all cases My little apes spinnin' like Diddy Kong Racing! I told him, "Fly me out to West. Cali, I suggest." They said NAH! This Land Lord- I said, "Fly me out to West. Cali, I suggest." I said, "I gotta bury this nigga!" I fried him wit' the TEC I must stash (mustache) the Land Lord: bitch, it's Friday After Next! I'm thinkin', "Fonz finna stay back in his bed" Lazarus pissed just to bring the bitch back from the dead Eddie Brock: I spit Venom and black on the Web Think you the One? Get plugged in the back of yo' head! Now y'all know I'm back on SMACK, another lame opp Two 'Ks (2K) on the shelf, I work at GameStop I'm a out-of-town nigga - the Taurus aim, POP! Line him up wit' a BaldHead: he Tory Lanez pops! The nigga from Ohio, a place we don't care for Johnny Storm: I get them niggas over there torched I get dirty to win, Fonz! This ain't no fair sport You got a better chance of screamin' "Allahu Akbar" at the airport! We hurt niggas! Leave everybody on your turf injured! I'll come to Cleveland and FUCK the Land up: I'm Earthbendin'! I'm a real- YakTown in this bitch - stop playin', nigga [Round 1: Fonz] I see Mackk done signed that two-year rookie minimum, huh? Damn, URL done locked him up This the third time they asked me to battle the bitch, too I say, "Yeah, the first time was when the stock was up." They even came back with a $10K plate for me to fuck him up on Caffeine I had to tell them it was not enough I know y'all rock with bruh But at this point, I'm feelin' like Big Scar's sister Nigga, fuck that little 10K… Especially when I been puttin' in all this mu'fuckin' work stackin' boxes up! Nigga, try your luck, and I'mma chop you up with a big Ginsu This bitch hit you, and take a small portion of Mac(kk) like the kid's menu! Rent's due! You not a star, Mackk Don't let these niggas convince you It's a difference between potential and credentials And reppin' Team Homi is what you into, but slow your tempo I'm Mark Morrison, the reason for Return of the Mack(k), I'm influential If I woulda said "No", you woulda had to hold off on the card: incidentals Bury you in the basement, lay the flo' over you: instrumental Clean you out before I drop you off: it's a rental Temperamental! Russian chop', let a black thang pop ya It look like a Drac' (Drake) with a Lil Twist This bitch gon' be Mackk main (Mack Maine) problem! They said all I do is PUNCH! (NIGGA, STOP IT!) And if all I do is punch… (THEN, NIGGA, BLOCK IT!) You mentioned my name in all them fuckin' battles Now I gotta bury bro You 'posed to be my man I couldn't picture this nigga hatin': Jerry Jones Now I gotta air the chrome Try to run, I'mma fuckin' chase you Suffocate you, put a bag over his head like a carry-on You're not scary, bro! Smack and them done passed me some easy shit! Outta everybody in the Yak, that nigga Mac(kk) craft (Kraft) is the cheesiest Who you beefin' with? Nigga, they already showed you doubt Mama jokes, funny shit, and mama jokes We already know what bro's about He only beat bitches, white boys, and Christians Anybody who take the wholesome route Soon as his funny ass get a stand-up nigga on stage, then it's Corey: the ho come (Holcomb) out STRAIGHT PUSSYYYYY! STRAIGHT PUSSY! STRAIGHT PUSSY! I'm that nigga they can't bully that watch what they say to me When I'm around, they keep them lips zipped up like a Bape hoodie A strap bang! He gon' be in the hospital sleep on Oxy's for weeks with back strains And the doctor said, "At this point, them pills can't do nothin' for Mackk's pain (Max Payne)." And that's STRANGE! Act brave, get hit with shells! Give his bitch-ass a shit bag, the nigga frail Hear a voice say "Hello" from the other side - now he in Hell And the Reaper was expecting a Mac(kk), but this Adele (a Dell)! You told us "Follow you...at MACKKmyron on Instagram" Well, I'll catch you on that IG Live and then slide Machines what you'll be hooked up to You told all these fans to add (@) Myron (admirin')... I'm finna give 'em somethin' they can look up to Boy, I'm from Cleveland, where anything can go wrong Man, my young boys TTG Speak on me with the wrong tone, and get stole on (loan)...like a PPP! CAMP nigga! Mackk, I done seen some crazy things On the block slangin' cream, my main man got told on by his favorite fiend Now he gotta spend some time in jail His number-one customer ratted him out I don't want that type of clientele (client tell) You can't trust everybody! That same shit confers to rap And you movin' shaky, baby 'Cause you was just over there with ARP Now you battlin' me? Boy, you puttin' on a perfect act You can't even tell us what happened with them Bricks, but you tryna get some work from SMACK!? I'mma HURT YOU, MACKK! Swing a Glock! Squeeze and pop! Now Mac(kk) back in the hospital, receiving docs! You a easy opp, the type that was forced to fight Gorgonites: we don't deal with them toy soldiers But like a Star Wars collector item, he gon' be in that box forever Once a stick get lit from a Toyota (toy Yoda) I can front you a pack, Mackk, but don't fuck up the boy quota Cause I don't play about my chips, brodie Don't give a fuck about you bein' from the Yak You mess with that China, Mac(kk)? Then they gon' be pourin' out gin (Jin), homie It been on me! When they want these niggas dead, they call Fonz And I'll be in Michigan lookin' for these bitches with large .9s You know how the referee give the boxers the instructions before the match? Bitch, soon as we touch the Glove, protect yourself at all times! Nigga, your MOM? Affectionate, but the broad fine Old bitch wit' hella ass Pension just kicked in, got hella cash A sugar, mama, splurge on a nigga I'm in the Yak, sippin' on 'gnac, blowin' hella bags She my sponsor in the Glove like Everlast A DRUNK HO! Keep askin' me if I wanna go once mo' Fuck no! Tom Sheppard: I been smackin' this bitch all night Nigga, my nuts so' (Nutso)! I don't what the fuck wrong with these niggas, but they battlin' a savage type That's why they always tense up when the tents up…Cabin Life! [Round 2: Mackk Myron] Man, y'all liked-ed that weak shit? Y'all liked-ed that? (x4) Alright, alright, alright, alright They liked it, they liked it You still a ho… Y'all ready? Yo, yo, quiet down - y'all ready? Y'all liked-ed that lil' amateur shit Let's go I said… I'm finna air th- y'all ready? Let's go I'm finna air this bitch early: Ricki Lake See you and give you 100 bucks like a Nipsey tape Fonz, you headed to the clouds: Drizzy Drake The glizzy, I hold to the side: Little Nicky face Get the tape! Oh, Virginia, it's the perfect city Signed that contract and went crazy: I work with Diddy I got some old TECs (techs) in store: Circuit City Sniper rifle, laid up next to this black bitch: Dirk Nowitzki I work the Biscuit, I'm finna shoot y'all dead 57, the clip curl: Jimmy Neutron head Fonz, I shot this bitch, like, one time, then I stashed it after But I popped it a couple years back: Jaz The Rapper So we locked in! It's the fuck 'bout time! Kyrie Irving: I don't give a fuck 'bout Fonz (fines)! If I whip this stick, you wit' your bitch, a couple killed! The kickback made the iron shake: it's Muscle Milk! Hey, Fonzie! What's the issue wit' your teeth? Remind you of Harlem Nights for the issue, if it's beef Eddie Murphy: I'm Quick to point a pistol at your feet I'll flip with one arm: I'm Sisqo at the beach! I'm blickin' at your peeps, you better get to steppin' fast I'll turn your squad to a pack like Kevin Nash The main reason that he not gon' eat Inf' beam, let him run - yeah, the DOT gon' reach They say Fonzie murder people, he pop those heats Him? That's Impossible! This not no beef! My little nigga at your door, let a Roscoe speak When a bullet go in your chest, it ain't taco meat! What kinda mess he on? You seen The Ranch? I'm stretchin' homes Headshot, I catch a temple (tempo): it's the metronome Another soft-ass Ohio rapper Well, let me set the tone Soon as he trip, he red (Trippie Redd) The Machine Gun BOW! 'til he Flesh n' Bone! I got him leakin', it's a hole in his body SKRRT! Spin off on Fonz: Joanie and Chachi! You better hold it there, before I lift it and hold it there I'm Dame Lillard: I've been a Blazer my whole career Spray the machine, he duck - he was fortunate I get evil when I put that mask on, I'm Dorian Fonz, I'll have you beefin' wit' a sub like Scorpion Catch a big round for this shit, it's porcelain I miss? Return of the Mack(k): Mark Morrison Tell him "This ain't what he need, blood!" - Morbius Drive up, I push the wig back: DeLorean My shooter? On Fonz ass: Roy Orbison! I'm not a bitch, lotta sticks, I keep in my basement Shots slang from the 40 like "weebilization" Y'all know I hate this bitch Why y'all think he finna get bullied? You bet' not leave your house unless you rockin' a cement hoodie Your scalp hit! Everybody in the house clipped! I brought the MAC-11 in Cleveland: Ilgauskas! I'm a real nigga… YakTown in this bitch [Round 2: Fonz] Ayo, I turn niggas into packs Facts - that's why Smack keep bookin' me Far as him? Well, it's a (w)rap for Mack(k): that's Suga Free Y'all got this nigga cookin' me? The truth couldn't be no further than that I'm Master P on a jail visit Yeah, I'm the one who they came to see murderin' Mackk It's gon' get bad for him That nigga Smack done brought a bag for him Brought Pontiac to the DMV, and he can't leave this bitch unless a tag on him! I'm from the Land, bruh! And all these niggas wit' me is stand-up! So if you come outside playin' any fuckin' games, then they gon' have to turn this to a Manhunt Can' dump! Nigga, I don't give a damn where he at Put some shells in his back Everything went criss-cross (Kriss Kross) Even Mac(kk) Daddy can't even tell that he Mackk (Daddy Mac) It's the CAMP! Smack, I know you tryna switch up the game And I ain't the type to come up in this bitch and complain But mayne, he act (maniac) don't seem that crazy to me When I just had a battle wit' a nigga that was really Insane I been puttin' in pain! And y'all gimme this lame? A cool opp I don't respect him for real He a replica Ill: that's a flu shot So dude, stop! You done followed that man to the point that the shit harmed ya Made a career dependent on Ill: you Big Pharma I hope you got thick armor, 'cause these punches the heavy type Yeah, he nice But he better be the best wit' his defensive writing (right end): that's Reggie White 'Cause they said you was ready, right? Will claim he the nigga that got next But Norbes said he don't think he a top threat, so he ain't give him a spot yet He called URL, they ain't answer and them niggas did not text That's why you better off wit' Organik 'Cause over here, ain't no skippin' the process! This SMACK! I will introduce this Mackk to this mack You'll get smacked! I'm tryna murk y'all clowns Then diss Mackk (Smack) outta nowhere, like a Twork third round! You should be used to that! You watched me fuck up Ill Will It wasn't shit that you could do 'bout that Bitch-ass niggas runnin' around screamin' out "Team Homi" And now the coroner's finna rule it that! For the right ticket, Fonz'll get you drug up out your spot That's a ruthless act I'll pull up parking toes (tows) on a nigga Puttin' boots to Mack(k)! For a few racks, my young shooters will do that Beat this nigga blue-black, let a tool clap Move back, and once everything's shut down, reboot Mac(kk)! This how y'all welcoming dude back!? You know the shit that I done did to my peers? Or maybe they just got bad memory 'Cause I was puttin' bodies into storage and sendin' shit up to the clouds When you couldn't even get a gig over here No respect at all! They gon' be making funeral arrangements for this bitch if he test me, dawg Have to make a GoFundMe for his ass, 'cause Smack ain't finna cut a check for y'all Now the whole Culture gotta chip in for the memory like a SD card We clap opps! Don't give a fuck! If it's up, then it's stuck…Caps Lock! I told my nigga Bizzy, "You go through the front. I'mma take the back lot." Hop in a RAM, drive, up, loaded, HP on my lap, Top And the gang will not let up When we aim, your spot wet up And tell Cor' playing these games wit' my name just not clever 'Cause I'll cut that bitch Ms. Fit into so many pieces, it's gon' take, like, a day to process her (data processor)! How you gon'- I SAID... LISTEN! LISTEN! (*Fonz runs the whole scheme back from "For a few racks…"*) How you gon' take my spot, fella? You ain't never had it poppin' on SMACK I don't know what P see (PC) in these niggas Who said Mackk and Ty should (MacIntosh) line it up? Y'all should stop with all that! I don't rock wit' y'all cats And I ain't never had no trouble shootin' I be plottin' on my opp demise (optimize), Mac(kk)! If y'all copied all that...y'all know this nigga can't beat Fonz And with this TEC (tech) support, what you think I'mma do to this Geek Squad? Start blastin' the weapon! It's gon' get bad for his section! And if he needs security, we gon' charge Mackk a fee (McAfee) if he asks for protection IF NOT, he leavin' Outside a body: astral projection! [Round 3: Mackk Myron] Let's get it Ayo, yo Yo, Virginia, quiet down - can I talk to y'all real quick? (Yeah!) Alright, yo-yo-yo, quiet down 'cause I'm finna tell y'all some real shit Y'all ready? Alright, yo-yo-yo Is you gon' tell 'em, or you want me to tell 'em? Y'all want me to tell him? (Yeah!) Hold on - quiet down! Now y'all know… Y'all know…this nigga used to be my biggest fan, right? Don't get up here and act with me Y'all know the first day I met this nigga, y'all…he tried to rap for me? I'm like, "This nigga look like Welven by the mouth, wit' Draymond face… Actually… A sprinkle of Tink Da Demon wit' Eazy The Block Captain teeth." I couldn't wait to talk to you, bitch! I'm finna go there Sorry-ass Ohio nigga just got to hatin' outta nowhere Talkin' 'bout "Mackk ain't Top 5 at punching" Ain't that some fuckin' shit Well, guess what? Yo mama Top 5 at suckin' dick! Tell me, Fonzie, why we got this little discrepancy? Y'all know it's like he wanna be me so much, it's startin' to threaten me During My Expert Opinion, did you start thinking less of me? Pussy, when Math came to Flint, didn't I let you sit next to me? His name came up, I ain't think of no loss of blood or tossin' slugs I thought of a nigga who I showed lots of love, lost his mind, and now he off a drug I appreciate you for coming outside This can cost your buzz Also, I appreciate you for being the bitch I thought you was Fuckin' cornball Ay, Virginia, y'all want some exhausting facts? Fonz favorite battle rapper Ill Will, and he get all his sauce from Mackk Now he can call it cap, but wait a minute, hold it there Ill Will vs. Fonz - what you say? "I watched these niggas my whole career!" You wannabe YakTown PUSSY! Why he get me rattled? You wish you was one of us! Somebody tell this bitch skedaddle Now y'all know Fonz really wish he was from Michigan, right? He our biggest shadow This nigga wore a blue and yellow jogging suit with some Michigan J's in his Nitty battle And Rum killed you Yeah, you heard what I said, nigga I'm Loc Dog: pourin' a .40 on a dead nigga Yo' head lift up, neck struck - you through, nigga! When a bullet cut through your apple, it ain't Fruit Ninja! Fonz, I'll whoop yo' ass until you kinda drowsy Ya bitch? I twist her on her back: Kamikaze I'll let it kick and drop bitches: Ronda Rousey The ski mask got my face black, I'm Robert Downey He tried to clown me, but Fonz, here's some deep shit Stop talkin' money, and you have got to get your teeth fixed Go tell your girl to duck down when that heat spit If not, your boo pass away like Three 6 Peep this! They got me up here rappin' wit' y'all Nigga, yo' mama tongue-kiss me on the back of my balls I ain't cappin' wit' y'all She like it! I give her real wood I call her "St. Louis" She do somethin' that make me feel good I'm no joke! Leaving these niggas no hope! Bitch, for the right price, I'll get the Pope smoked! Welcome to the Yak party, I'm a showboat Fonz? He like Dubai, he don't want no smoke I told you, Smack, I ain't gon' get up here and reason wit' him Soon as he get outta line, BAH! Three just hit him You lowkey lose a lot, you need a little more season, nigga You Delonte West: a bum-ass, washed-up Cleveland nigga Fonz, this battle like slappin' a girl You stuck on SMACK, I'm Barry Allen lappin' the world I'm focused, while you was chokin', rappin' wit' Earl This chopper Slim from The Wood: it's black wit' a curl! Versus Ill Will, nigga, they gassed you correctly I'm Terry Crews in White Chicks: that gas don't affect me I'm a different breed I'll pull up and make this nigga bleed I'll shoot yo' ass in the mouth: Human Centipede! YakTown in this bitch [Round 3: Fonz] Should I tell 'em, or should you tell 'em? [Mackk Myron] You tell 'em [Fonz] You want me to tell 'em, or should I… You know what I'm saying? Ah, I'mma tell 'em I'mma tell 'em Nigga, you from the Yak [Mackk Myron] YakTown in this bitch [Fonz] Fuck you tryna act like a D nigga? I even heard you all on tracks rappin' like these niggas He pull up from the Yak, they see Mackk They be lookin' like "These niggas…" He got on the Ray-Bans, they got on the buffs They ain't tryna be seen wit'cha They only fuckin' with you 'cause Qleen wit'cha DoorDash logo: they lookin' at you sideways 'cause you not really a D nigga The moment that you show up to that bitch and you ain't got Qleen wit'cha? They puttin' dude on the menu You gettin' shot in Detroit like McGraw Ave They can't allow this shit to be (Tubi) continued Musty Myron? The nigga that be talkin' 'bout grippin' the swammy? (*Fonz lets out a stifled wheeze of a laugh*) Get this bitch a Grammy Naw, call ARP on this bitch 'Cause they was running 'round this shit like family Now, ay, our P own this bitch, like Puff Daddy do Ms. Miami Nigga, this a Eagle Headshot, that's cerebral Leg shot! If he manage to crawl out this bitch, they gon' ask "What happened to Mackk knee though?" (Magneto) I done seen fiends lose they life to bad needles Out here on the cash chase I done been to a bad place And went from Fonz to Calicoe, in the crib with a black face You lookin' for handouts 'til you don't know what this path takes I'm out here grinding 'cause I'm tired of my stomach soundin' like bad brakes Nigga, you worried about smiling in Smack face! That's the problem wit' this shit ARP helped him build his foundation, and he can't even keep it solid with the Bricks I promise that it's lit Just remember: you the one that wanted this L, pussy And I'm kinda like a pimp Mackk got all these holes (hoes) in this game But I'm the one who they not about to trick This a Llama wit' a switch Turn Mackk into a John Doe The next day, they forgot about a bitch Catch me hoppin' out a whip Clap at everything around these corns Brains all over the wheel They gon' need a ESPN deal to remove Mackk's (Max) from Around the Horn A semi BOW! That nigga brains gon' empty out Stomp out Myron wit' a pair of foamposites This'll make Penny Proud! You niggas really clowns! You ain't no mothafuckin' mack! Dawg, please… When I'm in the Yak, your baby mama, she call me She in here sucking D, gettin' fucked to sleep, all week I'm in her fucking sheets like Chuck E. Cheese…balls deep Large heat! I'm lettin' lead blam Stomach shot, he need a bedpan I see you real good at mimicking shit Let's see how you impersonate a dead man! For that bread, fam'… Nigga, I done stabbed the best up, and bagged the rest up If that was unclear… I'll gun-butt you 'til this Magnum mess up Then you get slashed the F up Now that's Frontier I got a gun here! Nigga, I ain't finna play wit'cha I get up close on you wit' a blazer tucked And send five through the Glove like Pristavia Nigga, that's WILD! Whole squad will get clapped down! Hit Mackk ribs, take Mackk chicken when Mackk down And if y'all think that that's wild It's Prince Akeem I'll twist a stick on whoever that Mackk dials (McDowell's)! I'm from the Camp, clown! I'm who they call when these niggas not rappin' right They always tense up when the tents up…(Cabin Life!) (*Fonz and Mackk Myron dap each other up*) [Mackk Myron] (*laughs*) Finally got that shit out the way