Rum Nitty vs. Bill Collector (Rematch)

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[Round 1: Rum Nitty] We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vers' the Devil Bar Bill Collector Off the rip believe he dyin' A clean sweep, 3-peat, I got the cheat sheet rhymin' They say the Alien be sittin' on bars like E.T. ridin' That nigga Showout must've kickin' you wit' some Timb' boots We all thought you had the burner 'til we seen how he did you I done been through some shit too But my stories don't include not havin' heat, and havin' my lights put out...but Bill's do (due) That nigga Kostya Tszyu'd you I heard you did the Zab Judah noodle legs when he dropped you cause you was talkin' stupid Please, lеt's try to keep the gas separate Causе this gon' have Bill's (k)not included Pull up, out the van do', that's how I'ma shoot it Get hit a 100 meters from the black sprinter, that's Carl Lewis I'm ruthless I told the nigga watch how he speak, but he kept talkin' Lose ya life, if ya can't get right, it's a death patna Muzzle flash, see it flare at the end like a bell bottom And at home? I'm a body Collector like Jeff Dahmer Or what I should prolly say, is chest shots, his heart got eight (ate) Take off a face, arm or leg It's just Collector body parts when the barrel blew (blue) like Dahmer's place I'm not for play A-R with a scope, I can make all the Loud shatter if I concentrate This type material? Get under they skin, like fiber glass You can compare the difference in the rounds; Venn Diagrams Scope on it, got me squintin' through the lens, it's an eye exam Kalashnikov, pull somethin' Russian (rushin') out on Bill, it's a dine and dash My killers will regroup, then spin on the scene too You gon' get an open casket so niggas can see you I tell 'em, "Hit everything except (accept) Bill's face up" like vending machine do Stomach shot, pushin' Bill's back out... that's a vending machine too Swing through Have you ever been talkin' to one of ya big dawgs, and he was pissed off But you couldn't say nothin' cause you did wrong So you just had to sit there and just listen to the homie vent (home event), that sound like this card Picked off, don't play wit' us You gon' take a slug and lay in blood Show you what this razor does Take a layer of skin off Loud like a cicada bug It ain't no love You better pick another route, you try some fraudulent shit on the west? Well take this into account I'll kill a nigga now, one out the steel blaze, tryin' to make Bill pass, so I send it (Senate) at the House Watch ya mouth I'ma put ya body six feet in the dirt, for good measures You'll get turned into taxidermy if you bull-headed I start off with gettin' rid of the body like Goodfellas Let it fly, then stick Bill in the trunk, like a woodpecker Ain't shit that you could tell us, that's what I'm on You thinkin' this is gonna be classic, you wrong And after this I gotta talk to the Landlord Cause they usually hate when you got Traffic at home You'se a hoe Aye, you won't be slidin' out I doubt it That nigga put a golf ball around yo' eye and clowned about it You ain't get shit crackin' or fire rounds about it You got yo' shit cracked then wrote some fire rounds about it Aye, that couldn't have been on my account Cause if I get did like that, my niggas get to slidin' out Won't be shit for me to rhyme about You was supposed to lose it, pull a Cannon and get Show' back, you Wild 'N Out I'll let a .50 ring I be doin' shit dolo, I ain't even need to get the team Cause I'm really that nigga on my own, Bill, like Prince Akeem Bitch I'm him You can't keep it real yourself Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide (Kill yourself!) [Round 1: Bill Collector] Makin' fun of a man cause he got snuck That's tough? I'm against domestic violence Eric bled so (Bledsoe) so you bitches wouldn't get smacked up They got Bill Collector vs. Nitty; main event Yo the streets was puzzled Rum got his whole squad in the buildin' Damn, I see ya peoples shuffle I watched y'all walk in from the outside, and when I peeped the muscle I almost let you hear rounds before the battle like Sheed and Hustle We can knuckle, but I'm not gang so y'all gon' jump me Ya man over there lookin' like, "Dude, stop wildin'." I see you 'Til I send a baldhead through a bandanna, I'm 2Pac's stylist New Glock silenced But who's shots flyin' when guns blazin'? Cause he ain't lackin' doe Bet bread Rum raisin' (raisin) But the still (steel) toasted, he bottles up, now he's Rum raisin' With my sneaker on his chest, leave the footprint center the Suns playin' I'm done playin', I'm Kyrie For today's loaf, try me I wrap heads after one hit you India.Arie Only thing that got checked at the door was ID I snap and go HAM on ya If I choke you midround you need more than that damn water Kill who? This man's slaughtered Gun butt, whip the alien, this Transformers Bro, I'm suited up like The Transporter, blam on you Dead, gone, try to plot on funeral Bill, but couldn't afford to get ya head stoned I rock witchu, but you in grave danger Let that fathom, I'll cremate ya Autistic gun, check the clap pattern You'll never hear about my gat jammin' I got more pieces than Backgammon And it had clicked on more niggas than Black Planet I'm back damn it! The convicted extortionist, I'm endorsin' it I squeeze the sauce out of sorcerers I watched you and Gotti win all that money and split it down the middle, I support the shit But where my portion Nit'? I need at least a down payment on a Porsche and Nit' I spent my money on .9's, MACs, A-R's, and they all 'bout to get fired like abortionists Scorching' shit But I'ma make you run these muthafuckin' pockets before I'm through wit' you bitch Cause before I start singin' wit' these MACs, well, (Maxwell) I need a fortune Nit' ('Fortunate') Ooooooooooooouuu See now I'm pissed And how wild is this? Your name Cornell Powell, and boy you a pile of shit And the wildest shit, is y'all gon' say I'm hatin' bro when I've been asked for this Like Smack whatchu waitin' fo'? You know my patience bro But you act like I asked for more gravy in the Jamaican sto' Whole time, what Yoshi say? Y'all kept puttin' Powell (pile) on plates and that's low vibrational I'm sayin' yo In a field by myself I dog Powell If you only did this for the chicken you found beef in the wrong aisle Cause what's in store is a lot of teeth from a strong smile A "put 'er there pal" then I put it there POW! I said that shit before but bitch we here now So rhyme calmer Cause lil' bro if I'm bothered, I strap up like the Al-Qaeda Catch Rum man in the car waitin' outside I- Mask up like a wrestler the- Shot'll pick up and slam Powell (pile) driver Time [Round 2: Rum Nitty] Aye, you'se about to get killed, use ya common sense They say all I do is rap about guns, well I for real got a (gotta) fire pen (pin) And shit get real if you tryin' him Aye, y'all finna watch the Thanksgiving footballs game? Then you finna see that Bills in the Lion's then (den) Try again I want you to look into my eyes and see I'm for real a stepper Make ya body rot, then commit 'Mo' Murda' with a Smith & Wesson 'For The Love Of Money'', I'ma kill whoever Find out ya main 'Crossroads' before the '1st Of The Month' and I won't miss the (Mr.) Bill Collector My niggas reckless, I might have them rob you before you leave the state Although you fake shining Tell them, "Snatch them play Diamond" like LisaRaye All the money that he gon' make You know how easy it'll be to take the Devil's food? A piece of cake Nina raised You 'bout to get it this round worse Round burst This body? Gon' be on everybody hands, it's a crowd surf He was gettin' Loud, actin' wild first I told him, "Calm down." I bet after I cut him, Bill'll (umbilical) cool out, that's childbirth I'll put you down hurt, I never play I'm tryin' to put ya plasma on the other side of the room, let's redecorate Bring death your way, catch a Drac' Let the chop' off in Collector face like Leatherface Catch a stray, I was really tryin' to hit Quill in the head like Kevin Gates You ain't never safe Somethin' government issued for Bill like section 8, let it spray It go numb when it hit the Devil leg You gon' lose all feelin' (filling) then get it back like a deviled egg Regulate You'll get ya top split, gun butt, 'til I'm breakin' a cartridge No talk, just grab the .8 and smack Loud: ASMR clip Bomb shit, go be with God, finna send Bill to Allah (a law), sound like Congress Bomb shit, I have to cook, you average look, this not a nigga that'll have me shook You can't give me one reason why I have to duck Bill, like a platypus Get ya cabbage pushed Fuck you wanna do? Bust a move I got a chopper outside waitin' in the cut for you You gon' see me pull somethin' from the Bushes, runnin' after Bill like George W. I gotta humble you I can't chill Crazy... I just re-downloaded the URL app, and now I got a SMACK Bill Ya fam' killed and everyone on the scene cleaned Case closed, this Draco hold enough to extinct teams, machine read Glock modified, with a switch in the back like a green screen I close one eye and squeeze Get you in the view and (interview in) ring like Mean Gene That was clean This is finna be a long night Hold up, hold up, hold up He said nigga, I get you in the view and squeeze like Mean Gene You all hype, I do shit the ville way, the Murderville way I'm not them, I be too (two) locked in like stalemates Shells spray, the Devil popped up, if I don't like bitch like Hell Date This ya death day, I really hope you ready king FN clean, what you supposed to do when a Bill Collector call you out? Let it ring On everything! I'm top rep Is this nigga finna die? Yes! I showed him its levels It been (bent) over for the Devil like Nas X God bless Run up on Bill then empty out, fast as a bomb threat On my set You can't keep it real yourself (Nigga suicide or I'll do the job You decide, kill yaself!) [Round 2: Bill Collector] Yo, they went and got, the Bill for Rum, I kept tab Cause last call, you had a Queen In The Ring, but left Babs That was bad Cause that bag could've stopped Babs You almost went from a road to success to a blocked Ave That's not a shot, no dissin' I'm just sayin' bro, listen Mixin', Remy wit' Rum almost poisoned ya whole system So yo, we so different, I won that money and still kept trappin', there's no chillin' That white girl? Danced in the pen with no rhythm No we back on SMACK, that old feelin' But this time, it's fuck the jokes, even though it's all in the sport But that's why y'all said I would lose, right? Cause he got the bars and I got the jokes, of course They even asked y'all niggas on Twitter in the poll he in (Napoleon) Complex, so my votes kept comin' up short Let's match endurance Bro I got you first battle back cause I'm that important After Bill get through this they got some main stage action for him Which means I'ma step up for Rum like Captain Morgan My stats enormous I've been heavy in this shit since Smack recorded You and my crackhead had matchin' Jordans, I'm back performin' I never really fit in here and when I tried to, I got snaked, deceived and lied to Like tryin' to order ice cream in a drive-thru Mind you, when I put my mind to it, not payin' any mind to it my mind grew [?] word to Jaz it became time to times two Bro I hope Surf beat the case leave the pigs sick with the swine flu Free the Wave; monsoon Nitty's spot 'bout to be mine soon I take this shit to the heart; John Q I'ma wreck dawg I gotta ask, since y'all niggas can hate for the free How much do showin' a little bit of respect cost? Especially after I drop round after round after round; Connect 4 What the fuck we had to come all the way to your crib to connect for? Smack, y'all pullin' up to nigga's city's now? Bet dawg I call next y'all Cause how the hell y'all E.T. phone home off Collect calls? The disrespect dawg After this we goin' to wherever you rest dawg See if you wit' the life Shells all over ya crib; Mischief Night You thought that this was gon' be some easy shit tonight? Cause you make everything a punch; Crystal Light I'm different, right? Everybody think they got a kill on Bill, bro I like you for real But I drop a nigga like Nike for real You just a quick plate in my plot to a mil' This not for the thrill, this not for the ya skill Look at the timin' You don't think it's ironic how ya team is 4th Quarter, we in the fourth quarter and this fourth quarter got you a Bill? Fuck that fake applause, y'all niggas don't be watchin' for real I've been tryin' to conquer this rap shit in a new way world I got more handle on this business than a suitcase sale And I'm goin' crazy on whoever I face next (necks) like Blueface girl Bro, I'll really knock one of these niggas the fuck out, y'all so frail "But Bill you got dropped by Show-" oh well I'm still here with the bags cold, I was supposed to get clipped like toenails Think Bel-Air, cause once he got past that easy (Eazy) part, Show' fail Fuck outta here [Round 3: Rum Nitty] Aye niggas be sayin' big wack shit You can tell they lazy But me? I been cold for a minute, just had to be hella patience I remember sittin' in the trap house, thinkin' I would never make it They like, "Nitty nice, but will he get on?" Cause my city is underestimated They tried to judge me but I bolst up and elevated Did a lot for the city, showed love, and kept it gangsta My homies showed me, "Stick to it. Show 'em how we do it in the desert baby." Cause you really the face of the shit, nobody can never take it But you? You might as well forfeit, don't even try to fight, we ain't gon' wait for a perfect moment You gon' lose ya life on sight For a bag, you can die tonight The price on ya head was a bird, Collector like Iron Mike We not alike I caught you comin' out the hotel I could not chill I thought about trippin', I was this close to flippin', like a cartwheel Let off steel, .40 blast Mo' shots than an open tab That's a bar, Bill I'm him, and I been needed this They say battle rappers recitin' they material together That couldn't have been me on Crip I tell a bitch, "Eat a dick" Cause if I let you hear these rounds before the battle you gon' miss the event Outside of the tournament you rarely spit decent shit Y'all thinkin' this the way to (waiter) bring Bill back and he gon' give you 15% Don't trip, if I catch you outside lackin', then fam' get killed This ya final notice, I better not see you nowhere outside standin' Bill Cannon field, enough in it to give everybody in the room eight (roommate)...and still put half on Bill I'm 'bout to send this man up top to the man up top Cause I really rap though This that crack flow like aftershock Actin' like he can't be popped Full clip in the .9 I'll pull to the side and this shit'll make Traffic stop I'm hot! We were sellin' dope, no deals Sold those pills Even kept a mountain of white if they was on a snowmobile (snow mo' Bill) Robbin' shit, my locs don't chill Tryin' to put a body on a stick, I got pole vault skills Who is Bill? I've been ether I can show you better than I can tell you like a gym teacher He actin' like he grip Ninas and kill people I don't give a fuck So (soul) Collector, I'm the Grim Reaper This is indecent His bitch will get this heater that I'm clutchin' She gon' give up yo' location, it's gon' lead to a concussion Beat her with the thumper To tell the truth I ain't even wanna break her (a) Bill, just keepin' it a hundred I'll kill his woman then take a picture of the body Niggas be on that I mean after she get her cutthroat ('Cut Throat') Bill, send a Kodak Know that, you can't keep it real yourself (Nigga suicide or I'll do the job, you decide Kill yoself!) [Round 3: Bill Collector] "Bill Collector 'bout to die!" Well jeez, thanks a bunch Y'all be hatin' much? Can I get at least one person in here that say I'ma win? You know, just to shake it up Nah, all jokes aside when y'all niggas really gon' start wakin' up? Cause what good is a punchline rapper versus a nigga already known to take a punch? Aye, I'm doing this shit for Champion Of The Year man Them niggas got the strictest stipulations First I gotta get jumped in by some Crip niggas for a quick initiation Shoutout to URL cause over the years y'all done put this bitch in decent places Texas Chainsaw Massacre, how y'all kept Nit' in (knitting) people's faces? Nah, don't cheer niggas cause everybody's predictions had B.C. fryin' When I'm the only one that accepted the battle so shit at least he tryin' We all know Nitty handle bars like E.T. ridin' But you gotta admit that this kid gettin' sick like E.T. dyin' I put bars on the screen like TV volume I heard you make fun of my BB problem Fake pistole with the prop clip Yeah I had fake guns...and you had fake Jordans They both got 'bout the same kick Check ya blind spots, lane switch Name flip, gun bar, name flip, bro you do the same shit Lame shit Call Of Duty: Warzone from the jump you fly out plain (plane) shit I'm like, "Yo, what's poppin' bro?" You like, "Whoa. Language." You big Crip Now y'all probably thinkin' for me that's bad news But it just looks like Bad Newz like Big K.R.I.T We can throw big fists, but once we get to the part after the fiend, ya wig split Big grip, I doctor the Tommy like lib shits Be smart, or these dum(b) dum(b)s will spill Nit' wit (nitwit) New revolver, spit quick Catch a bullet that wasn't even meant for you or pick six Man I'll bring up the old machete, but they gon' say I'm petty for tryin' to Nit' pick (nitpick) Bro I'm not with the arguin', fuck all the talkin' My young nigga need a stack, I get you hung for a bargain Where I bury the dead body, maggots all in the carcass See bugs around the Alien; Marvin The Martian I catch the Wal-Mart shooter markin' his target With the super duper duper duper scope On the ratchet across the hall like Martin apartment Use caution when I'm startin' to spark it, you couldn't tell me, "stop" The ratchet got Rum in the stomach, she givin' belly shots Y'all think this my first away game? I'm on every block Since Cassidy was in the telly with R. Kelly thots I'm back, and I'm crazy different The money and the hate made me different I went from a weird funny nigga to a weird shady nigga I'm goin' crazy nigga I might mask to snap out, .80 clickin' And give Nitty one for free like Da Baby tickets Time