T-Rex vs Cortez

[T-REX] You ain't even hardcore You don’t even go in the category of hardcore I can have niggas puttin’ hands and feet encore Once we start rappin’ and we clappin’, I got encore That’s what happens when you put Attica against Job Core Quit rappin’, get you a job Cor I can get you a weak left or a strong right And this battle is only the weak left I done killed the strong right I’m Tango, I won best in the show at every dog fight My niggas run up in beer cans cause Coors Light You ain't going to kill nothing to let nothing die I ask niggas in my hood do they have respect for you , nah Cause you work at the airport only you’ll let nothing fly I mean you might as well change your last name to Lopez Cause when you find him its at least a Bullet that was left in his eye however you want it The black or the coon got him on his block, like where Cortez Is it the earn got him, I'm like yeah [unclear] Gonna get earn, clap, no coffin They put earn in the uh and he earned that Let him runI got a scope and a red dot Let him think he really got away then let that lead pop Now should I kill a game and show him a aim And give him a headshotI'm aimin’ for his calves I figure fourI make his legs lock, this nigga beat me, not at all You can take this chain but you gon’ die when you got it on And that, when you playin’ in the sky Like Monsterball, I kill his whole entire team You better armor all maybe a shot gunI gotta chart off Gage in his shoulder blade his arm will look sword off And it came with a knife in the front I took the sword off, his head was laying right in the street You saw it off my niggas ‘bout that action Fuck that small talk My killas who around without a leash like a dog park Most of these niggas suckasI get them hold off Find them laying in the junkyard, like a car part [CORTEZ] Grown men bras something you gotta deal with Cause no matter how big these man boobs get racks They ain't gon equal up to no real tits Come on now you know me Finally I got you and I’m packing shit that’s silver nigga But I’m snappin’ off the block kickin’ shit Like silver nigga hold on You the type to rap for the bread to eat Well that’s why you better roll T But just know there’s 40 hours, so don’t owe T Matter fact bar for bar I'm killin’ this shit Honestly bar for bar I'm killin’ this shit That’s how I feel T I just open doors and let y’all live, that’s real T Come on all this preachin’ stuff gon’ lead to preachin’ blood Yo Math, How does remains in the blood in the tub I go bleach the tub, matter fact, you come through All this preachin’ stuff gon’ mean you a stand up nigga And since you snitchin’ you gon’ need the crutch Matter fact, my soldiers Rome in I get to cease a cut, I get to squeeze and buck on this virgin Nigga you ain't deep enough matter fact like I said Fuck preachin’ stuff in this preacher blood I staffed his remains, come through squeeze the blood Matter fact, hold on… [chokes] Damn I fucked that up all the way I can't believe that shit I ain't gon choke though, fuck that I need that shit Honestly you look like your dad Rex And the sad you mock him Call your Winslow, get it, I seen his daddy coppin’