Bigg K vs B Magic

[Round 1: Bigg K] I will wreak havoc all over this weak faggot Grab this joke by his head and his throat and detach it Spike the head, stand over the body and tea-bag it B Magic you nice with it, I mean at it, mink Dragon Gripped up in that green wagon For them bills my man on your heels like Steve Madden Cheap fashion, try somethin' stupid, I'm reactin' We jabbin, put you to sleep and keep rappin Boot his top, I should smack you, weenie Get your fuckin noodles knocked, with a Ragu beanie Or beat the snot down your face You gon look like a smashed zucchini What is magic to the right punch? You better ask Houdini I'll let famo have it I'm bout that Rambo static Fully automatic ratchet out the bando attic From your punches I thought you was bangin like Shaq with the Orlando Magic Till I saw you in a real fight And your punches didn't connect or land though Magic I was in the parking lot for him and Fox whole drama Flat out, two corns beefing like a hot tostada When y'all locked up, you didn't dump him You ain't pop no llama You was getting slammed by Fox more than Barack Obama And you got 'em by like 30 pounds You 'posed to punish him, instead You went for the windmill, missed, buckled at the leg Told Suge "get em off me cuz" That's what you motherfucking said Right after you slipped, fell and bumped yo motherfuckin head [Round 1: B Magic] It's B Magic, one of the best to ever do this shit MC with the hammer, I can't say my tool legit Who is this? B mother fucking magic with the Ruger fifth I bring the ratchet to em like a super sixth It ain't a friendly conversation when I shoot the shit You gon' see more than the torture rack when this luger lift Chopper or the tech spit, Netflix, choose a clip I let em see what I'm sayin like a movie script B Magic vs Bubba Sparxxx, who can spit? You gon' punch what? And shoot who? Do the shit AZ, I'm Back For The First Time, Ludacris Shoot the Smith, Ice-T pool house your roof'll split Who said this nigga from the hood? Just not as ghetto Nice aim, no bike chain we popping metal I smoked Reggie last week, without a rello When a nigga go and shoot the seven, I'm not Carmelo That’s on the hood, if I don't feel that boy Have you ever seen Silent Rage? Then watch me kill that noise You talkin like you got the dope, my g's put the four to em They gon see me pull out with them keys like accordions... [Round 2: Bigg K] I'll have it where your front door need a ramp After I open hand smack you till my fingers cramp I'll bust yo fuckin head open like, “you bleedin champ” Magic leakin out the top like a Genie lamp This Tommy Gun look like I'm holdin a banjo Ski mask with kevlar over the camo This battle shit'll lick, they ain't dope as your man though All wins no draws like I'm goin commando Let’s get right fuckin to it chump, your kiddie punches don't do enough I chew em up, I'm outta town but we movin with them Rugers tucked City to city with 3 shooters like Hoop It Up But fuck a ratchet I come at Magic, shoot his cuffs He get the beats for 20 minutes like I looped it up Man I ain’t with that stupid stuff, get your coofie crushed Knuckle game, these fades sharp as a Boosie cut You’ll get bodied and your mommy can't even buy no grave Why they real life ain’t never what they bio says I'll uppercut your baby momma out her Nike Roshes Swinging your water-head daughter by her micro braids All gangstas ain’t dead, pimpin ain't easy I'm a grown ass man, Magic can't beat me 32 round Uzi, do your game greasy Playing with an extended cartridge like a game genie [Round 2: B Magic] Bigg K... my wigga, we can get it poppin Get your ass whopped or get your ass whopped, pick an option What you think it's a game? Nigga stop it I grip a Glock and let it ring in his face like Dennis Rodman Please help the fella, he's dying here Stay awake, the banger I got up in the trunk ain’t a 808 Nines or the tech, put the tom to his chest He’ll get his whole mouth capped like Flava Flav Who is this nigga? Somebody please help em out Nigga shouldn’t be in the ring in the first place You punch but I could do it with wordplay, check I catch him by the bar like “what the fuck did this nerd say?” Come on outside, what you think I won't serve K? He try to hit the exit, the 50 on me the nerve, aye I'll let the 50 sing in the club like it's your birthday Now, now did I stutter? It's whatever with the squad K Thinkin it's all butter, you was never up to par K (parkay) Understand the lingo, listen here I'll hurt you K Get a lot of pumps in the front of your whole circle K B mothafuckin Magic [Round 3: Bigg K] Be real, that 40 smokin like B-Real I show B steel, all in your grill like 'be still' Emptying your mug til your blood and the meat spill Dump another one in your mug, it's a refill I'm bangin out that hooptie with the fucked up frame Brought a clip full of cop killas that bust up brains Swinging that iron close range like a putt putt game This 50 gon be why B spinnin like Young Buck chain From past to present, I traded battle raps with legends And before that, I was sellin crack with a Mac-11 Bullets through the windshield to teach magic ass a lesson But spill his guts in the back seat like Taxi Cab Confessions I'm hot, my blood boiling like stew in your thermos Shotgun with a drum, brand new I just purchased If it graze you, it's doin more than bruising the surface Pussy, that street sweeper ain't got community service When it’s beef I ride strapped where your peoples hide at Have the crime scene lookin like a CSI act Find your niece in a sheet, underneath the lilacs With her head cracked open like a Venus fly trap [Round 3: B Magic] Money on the grind, dummies in the nine Put this cash on your head I call it money on your mind Blow your mind on your money, blow your tummy out your spine B Magic is the best, who the fuck is on the line? Tell em step, cuz I’ma do that, I beat a nigga blue black Nail ‘em to the door and shoot his midsection through that I warned dude first so we already knew that I kick this nigga ass til they ask where my shoe at How they gonna do that? Run up on a G I got bullets bout the size of a Arizona Tea Chalk outline, get carried on a sheet Til the back of your truck get buried in a jeep B magic, I'm the best, killa bars I'm the shit My nigga you a tranny, you was born as a bitch Told your moms on your brother you was born as a snitch B magic I'm a star, I was born for this shit B Magic 53, check the DVD I'm sicker than the reason for the death of Eazy E No harm to the OG, that's just being me Kick the stomach, grab the chokehold, drop the DDT I told em once, this motherfuckers scared I’m from the motherfuckin Lou that’s how a motherfucker play it Beat me? Can you believe what this motherfucker said? He must’ve slipped, fell and bumped on his motherfuckin head