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Here we go, beat down, round two
Heads up punk, cause it all comes down to
Me and you, face to face, head to head
Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said
"To the break of dawn" beats nitro
Lyrics weak, say goodnight Joe
Star Trek shades, man cut the jokes
Let's get serious and go for broke
You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
Sit still, before you pull it off, you soft mister pitiful
Here's some mouthwash G, your breath smells like my jock strap
C-A-U-S-E, you're riding me, D-O-D-D, Junior Moe Dee
Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
Who in the hell told you that you could do what you was doing?
Raise up son, I need jock relief
Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
You swallowed it? Finished?
Now let a real man go to work
Cause I'ma whip you like your daddy, beat you like a baby
Sick you like a dog, dropping lyrics with rabies
Cut you like a knife cause you're nothing but hype
You slice and dice and ice twice for life
I'ma treat you like a hooker punk, change your clothes
Put you on the street with your jingling hose
Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping
Just bring me that money and take this ass whipping
How can one man be so dumb?
You're trying to come off and don't know how to come
You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue
You high-strung bum, come and get done
I'll hit you with the death blow
I'll hit you with the death blow
My lyrical beat down will leave you in a coma
Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma
You're brain will fatigue, you're out of your league
You're running out of gas and your tank is on E
Somebody buy him a heart cause he's petro
Take your whipping like a man, brother let's go
No apologies, tears, or violence
Get your black suits cause I ain't smiling
I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
Soon as the mic is passed, you won't live to laugh
If there's laughter, I'll get the last one
You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
So who's got no style, look at your profile
You can't dance, can't dress, and you're so foul
Still wearing played out four finger rings
Played out fat gold chains and things
You changed your look, now change your game plan
Trying to dress but you still wear name brand
Brother, you look crazy weak
And it gets worse when we hear you speak
So you ain't got a chance in hell
You'll be known as the late LL
The man who lost one, one too often
Came with a soft one, and went to his coffin
A closed casket they won't show ya
When I finish, your momma won't know ya
Cause I'ma rip you limb from limb
Your tombstone will read "He had no win"
So R-I-P, rest in peace, ripped him
D-I-D, dead indeed, did him
A H-I-T hit man, so what you hit him with?
A rhyme silencer
I'll hit him with the death blow
I'll hit him with the death blow
If momma said knock me out, come do it
You can't win and that... knew it
I'ma send you home in a body bag
With a mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
You're outta here, over, finished, all in
And Marley Marl can't save you from falling
Cause soon as you came back, what did you do?
"To the break of dawn", another dumb move
You can't go hard, you're just so-so Todd
"I'm that type of guy", oh my God
It gets no rougher, comes no weaker
Marley hooked the beat so now you need a
Writer to bring you back from hell
Because... I'ma... (hell)
Low-life loser, life's like lunar
Lackadaisical listless lunatic
Lives lifeless, livid likeness
Lusting longing lyrics like this
Little league large larcenist
Liar, label, led you less a leper
Liable, lull, lateral learning
Lacks, languid, latent, lurking
Languish language, local logo
Light laboring limited loco
Now LL's a laughing stock
Cause I lift that ass to the last stop
I watch you fall like Hitler fell
And now you're down to a broken L
Your records ain't hot and your shows don't sell
Yo, tell 'em how you fell, L (Hot as hell)
You came back and you thought you had me
Well, think about it, who's your daddy?
I'll hit you with the death blow
I'll hit you with the death blow