Rum Nitty vs. Viixen The Assassin

Lyrics

[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', nigga 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 nigga 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 niggas 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 Nigga 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, nigga 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga 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 Nigga 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