[Round 1: Ave]

Turn me up a lil’ bit

Turn me up a lil’ bit, JB

Yo, yo - can you hear me?

I said, yo...

We here now, bitch - the waitin’ is over

I took a break from my goal to step down to stop Will (wheel) like the brakes on a stroller

See, I wasn’t s’posed to take this route on purpose

I just made time to bring the Land lines (landlines): who need house phone service?

Do I look nervous?

Well, let’s keep it a stack - I’m wit’ whatever

That’s facts!

Nigga, don’t take this rap to a different level

Get smacked in this bitch, lil’ fella

Throw palm to grill or hold arms to Will (wheel): that’s Axel in Twisted Metal!

I’m a devil, and you not on my level

You beef with me?

Every Bone’ll be discovered in Cleveland: I’m Eazy-E

And we startin’ wit’ the arms

Now if I peel for Will, but I miss, his cousin’ll get him: he Carlton at the prom

But I’m calm ‘cause I don’t wanna bomb on this fucker, man

That shit just bring drama and karma, you understand?

But niggas always think you playin’

So for suckas wit’ threats, it’s Chuckie on Fresh

I’ll shoot Will (wheel) down on the other hand

‘Cause niggas swearin’ that your life that real

I don’t let none of that shit fly, fam’ (FlyFam): I will ice-pack (IcePack) Ill

Now we could start wit’ the fists, then come to y’all wit’ the clips

Double back and light up the Yak (‘gnac): I know bartender tricks!

But on the real, we could do this shit here

Got plenty goonies

More monsters comin’ outta the Land than Tremors movies

So let him go get his toolie

Ave side all legit

Tell Will (wheel) tread light: that’s bad tires on the whip

I’ll fire from the whip, record it, share the kill

For my amusement, but y’all prob’ly feel it ain’t fair it’s Will (Ferris Wheel)

But these niggas know the drill

Let him know how we rockin’

Either shots or beat a Homi better than Johnnie Cochran

So what’s poppin’?

‘Cause niggas got you locked as some thug hero, a lil’ Deebo

But I swear it don’t budge me, bro

Keep braggin’ how you cool wit’ the Wolf - duh, Negro!

You just jumpin’ back so I.C.E (ice) can protect you: he Sub-Zero!

We know that you ain’t that nigga, lil’ fam’, so chill

Matter fact, Smack ain’t even the reason you standin’ here

I’m who helped your damn career

‘Cause if I ain’t answer yeah, these niggas would plain (plane) let Will (wheel) down: that’s landing gear

But on the real...pussy, I coulda been wrapped you up

On BL before UFF: that’s not a bluff

I took Rum, and now this?

More Yak (‘gnac), ain’t that a bitch?

Y’all twisted - this the last straw wit’ this liquor ish (licorice)

‘Cause now I’m pissed

I wanna get the glizzy from the V

Put 14 in the clip wit’ one head set to squeeze

And I can call the Titles, G

It’s just that Roc and Tsu a side (Suicide) Squad, so Will gettin’ this Deadshot from me

‘Cause you ain’t G!

Nigga frontin’, and he know it

It’s all a stunt, man, he trollin’

One pump, tell him jump if he want it

Got plenty guns, when we dump, he ain’t blowin’

‘Cause his bitch ass gon’ be busy fallin’ back soon as some are (Summer) Reloaded

That’s ‘cause he bogus

I don’t need no strap for this act, king

For real, I’ll fight off Ill like a vaccine

When he swing, I’mma slide, bro - watch

Let him fall, then give Will the metal arm - that’s how I, Robot

Aye, tell him, Roc

‘Cause you know we do more than the Glock-dumpin’

AA-12...that’s not a warning the cops comin’

‘Cause he rap like a villain

The same breath of lies (breathalyze) gon’ be why this 12 make him blow out all that Yak (‘gnac) in his system

Man, who gon’ miss him?

‘Cause his old lady hate to be wit’ him

So once I take her, he can save it, ain’t no way she’ll rekindle

Like, he get locked, it ain’t no paper to send him

Even if Bill belle a check (Belichick), bitch, you better not show no Patriotism!

And that’s on God, ho

In fact, don’t call, bro

‘Cause that’s gon’ only piss me off and I’mma go off mo’

‘Cause Brizz hashbrowned you so far, yo

So a slight cough, he (coffee) get biscuits bakin’ (bacon) his egg: that’s the whole combo

I’m on go

Already got my paper from homes

So blame Cheeko when his face is what I Razor ‘im on (Ramon)

And I’m so out there in the field, I could get his parents killed wit’ just a look

You should know I got power starin’, Will (steering wheel)

I’ll run down on his Jamaican wit’ it tucked, F him up

Find that paper he makin’ wit’ all the work and extra stuff

Sit him down and tie him up

Now he cryin’ - that’s enough

“Man, keep the work, but take the bread”

Wait, take the what and left the WHAT!?!

Man, knock it off!

Headshot, watch it fall

Then we spin off Fast & Furious: Hobbes & Shaw!

That’s call!

[Round 1: Ill Will]

(*Ill Will starts muttering under his breath*)

What’s wrong? Y’all can’t hear me?

Y’all don’t like how I’m doin’ my rap?

That’s you niggas’ problem - y’ain’t s'posed to tell ‘em how you move on the Ave

You sent a shot at me, I sent a lot back

Tryna flirt, nigga?

I’m tryna have this .50 split Ave like a Earthbender

I'm the worst nigga

.40 and an AR, that's all I need for Norfolk in Virginia

The .40 bustin', but once AR come out, it ain't no folk in Virginia!

I heard about your lil' Cave Gang buddies a few weeks ago

They the sucka type

I know y'all wanna get that hoe nigga stigma off y'all

Prove that shit another night

Fuckin' right!

Not tonight - two swift ones'll get your mouth wired

Or Will (wheel) flatten the face on Ave like Mrs. Doubtfire!

I hate this nigga!

I was gon' fuck ya bitch, but I ain't playin' wit' ya

I'mma just let my dog poke her (poker) while I paint the picture

Now that was fire

You remember the paintings of the dogs playin' poker, Ave

But I ain't through wit' murder

The .40 lift the lid on Ave like a sewage worker

Steel in his mind!

Revolver spin him to dust...I'mma remember this time

You give William obstacles?

Children's hospital: it's just Ill and a .9

Large .4, flashin' sticks like Star Wars

I do it for the green, bitch, like Star-Lord

I’ll beat him bad

Bones, breakin’ on Ave without the cardboard!

Long burner!

He ain’t even see the flash, it was too bright

Yeah, his Top landed on the niggas behind him like a Mook fight

The pipe spit

He ain’t gon’ like this

I’ll slide somethin’ sharp across Ave like a spike strip

Hol’ up…

We know you a puncher, we just waitin’ on that star to show up

Take lines like “spike strip”...those the type that made Will (wheel) blow up!

[Ave]

Yeah! I like that! Do yo’ shit! Do yo’ shit!

[Ill Will]

Fuck Ave - the metal’ll spit

Yo’ repetitiveness ain’t ready for this level of spit

Veteran shit

Chopper fly, propeller your bitch

He thought it was easy (Eazy) before the deal, ‘til I Jerry Heller’d the shit

Now it’s Ruthless

I ain’t leavin’ options, the heater poppin’

Gun right on the eyes of Ave - the Streets Is Watchin’!

This shit'll murk you

If not, the doctor lookin' like, "This shit a hurdle

At least four shells comin' out the top of Ave like a Ninja Turtle"

I'm in your circle like, "What you say, my nigga? Sound it out"

We all in the section (intersection), circlin' Ave

I'mma show you what this round about

The Glock illegal!

I pop, it's lethal!

Laser beams on a Shark: I'm DR. EVIL!

You very soft

I'll have you leakin' spaghetti sauce

John Wick 3: put a vest on or these two bury (Berry) dog!

Who said this fat nigga gon' beat me?

That's why I'll give this bitch an ovation

This bitch in yo' station

One .357, pin it on Ave - sound like I sent the location

That's how it go, Ave!

I'm dangerous wit' a long forty-fo', Ave

You see me stress, fuck the GPS - you better know, Ave

Bro, if I even think they flex, I'll break they neck

One-two, then a melee next

He swing, I lean, act left, then right (write) the nigga like a JPay text

The heater up

Doctor talkin' to his mama like, "Ma'am, we're gonna keep in touch.

We slowed down the bleeding, and I think we're gonna keep him up"

I stormed in, in battle mode, like, "Fuck slowin' it down - SPEED IT UP!"

The fif' on him!

Then I click on him!

He throwin' up so much blood, Tekashi snitched on him!

Mothafucka!

That's a wrap - YakTown in this bitch!

[Round 2: Ave]

Aye, I don’t never fuck around

I bring war to who they send me to kill

Don’t take nothin’ light, but I feel like I’m an enemy still

‘Cause y’all niggas be gassin’ sewage for real

Wait - water, light, gas, sewage

You gon’ credit my utility, Bill!

I’m from the field

How y’all niggas livin’ is quite bitch

I’m old-school, like stickin’ incense in the light switch!

So all this hype shit, dead it

‘Cause I’ll throw these shits wit’ force

Or use the ox (aux), but twist it: it’s a shortage in the cord

So get your boy, ‘cause I ain’t ‘bout to let him play or try me

I’m still wit’ whatever - just rather chill than face a body

‘Cause if I have to bring a shotty

They’ll prob’ly have to come and Mike P the Xcel

You know - Yellow Tape the Homi!

It’s not a problem, William

I ain’t come all the way to the Land to steal on a nigga like I’m some kind of pilgrim

But if you on some coward shit, bro

Then this tre (Trey) wit’ this .50 gon’ fuck up more than the Power intro!

So let him know, worldwide, niggas rollin’

I’ll send the block to Pontiac like your tires were stolen

My Loc screamin’, “Should we kill him?”

Normally, I won’t get the Crips started up on nobody fam’, but I’ll Tookie William’s (Williams)

‘Cause I’m tired of niggas flexin’

Tical just did your record?

All in your video reckless, you wildin’ wit’ aggression?

Like your violence is perfected?

I’ll put him to the test to prove it ain’t what he thought - that’s bein’ Scientific, Method

I’m respected, and that’s why he shoulda known not to try us

I’ll pop up Ill: that’s a 24-hour virus

They’ll find his niggas miserable

‘Cause they done lost another nigga from the Yak (‘gnac) who ain’t never gon’ reach his Pinnacle!

I’m wit’ it, fool

‘Cause you ain’t that brolic, though, homes

But I promise this ain’t the problem you want

But don’t let your Harlem niggas stop you, you grown

Man, I will dance with Bill in front of the Apollo...you know, like how the Cosbys come on

‘Cause all that soft shit change it

Fuck the talk - just bang it

Big hammer bangin’ on Will (wheel): I’m CrossFit trainin’

So blame him for all that tough talk floppin’

So what I took a piece from Pontiac? (*chk-chk*) I’m junkyard shoppin’

So how we rockin’?

Is we keepin’ it rap, or we ridin’, Will?

‘Cause my passion mixed wit’ hunger and snappin’ what got me here

But if it’s a problem, I’mma drop this queer

And if the cops get static, I’m shootin’ badges: add it to my career (MyCareer)

It’s no fear

Why I’m s’posed to be scared?

Who cares if they missed the bar? I had a whole sentence over my head!

So you and Willie P can share a .9

I’ll put this Will (wheel) down flat and the other Will (wheel) in the trunk in my spare time

So don’t try it, ‘cause it’s shit that I like that you stand for

Talentwise, I knew you was a problem for damn sure

Like all your UFF wars

I still remember watchin’ how you made Sno fall (Snowfall)

But see, I ain’t that man, boy (Manboy)

I’m a different nigga, people

My wickedness is deeper

If this turn to an issue, I’m thinkin’ it could get medieval

‘Cause this tough shit your demeanor

‘Til I seen Mr. Hightower make you his bitch, had you like Principal Regina

Yeah, I seen ya, he ain’t want problems wit’ brother man

Plus, I heard Rain checked you like he ran into other plans

So what, you gon’ bring up my man’s lil’ scuffle in NY?

I won’t dare so I don’t care, and it’s fuck the other side

But you try, and I’ll show you I can really thump, chump

Get a knot on top of a knot: watch how Willy lump-lump

And I’m there if Myron’ll jump ‘cause I’ll fuck around and clap

Favorite restaurant slackin’: shit gon’ be runnin’ outta Mackk (mac)

Or I’ll line him up to spray on the wall: that’s graffiti

Your queen’ll die missin’ her eye: Nefertiti

Your son? That’s a freebie

But what I consider closure for real is when your soul (sole) over, Will (wheel): that’s a Heely!

We not the same

I’m a rumblin’ mu’fucka

Mackk jump, then I’mma slump him and humble him from the knuckles

If Murda come in to tussle, fuck him

In fact, you can tell Will and J to (Jada) swing: get hit from another couple

I’m tougher, and if you don’t like it, fucker, then test

‘Cause if I reach for this buckle, I’mma buck in a second

Shit, what’s up wit’ this weapon? It didn’t clap

Summer Impact: the .40 fucked up, but the butt was respected

Nigga, this the second

[Round 2: Ill Will]

Ave...would you please...shut yo’...punchline...bitch-ass UP!?

FUCK! That shit irritatin’ as fuck…

Y’all really be wantin’ to hear that?

This how he be soundin’...

“Listen up, fella - I advise you not to start nothin’

‘Cause once I snap on the Mitten, think verbal Avengers…”

Bruh, they knows (Thanos) that bar comin’

But the gat spark

“Aye, Ill, we need more than punchlines!” - that part

That’s when I pull up like SKRRR-RR-RT!

If Will (wheel) take off on Ave, it’s gon’ leave more than a black mark

I’m tired of these niggas, actin’ like they sellin’ a bunch of work

‘Til you pull the barrels out on Ave: now it’s construction work

Blue notes, that’s what I acquire (choir)

I’m gettin’ Cali ‘bows

Music to my ears as the plug talkin’ ki’s (keys)

You in the V - can you handle those?

I’m havin’ trouble (treble) thinkin’ you orchestrated any sales

That equal lies (equalize) this man done told

If niggas talkin’ base (bass), like, ten or (tenor) more, I’m in Soprano mode

Now I said soprano, tenor, bass-

People like, “God damn!” - I'm a Devil wit’ this

I just wanted to break him down just like music to show y’all it’s levels to this

Fuck Ave!

You talk what I walk

I really had the best smoke in

I had the vets tokin’

Fuck credit, I never left a debt open

I remember I told this old lady, “I don’t give a fuck what it is, ma’am - a gram’ll (mammogram) have yo’ chest open”

You lucky I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout yo’ mama and what she do wit’ her mouthpiece

You ain’t gettin’ no immunity out me

I’m givin’ shots out on Ave like community outreach

Doubt me! I’ll be on his block, waitin’

We gon’ catch him from the far side

Crazy how we tryna ice Ave, but we ain’t lettin’ one car slide

You was scared to battle my brother

Took the money and skated, now that’s grimy

Now you gotta see Myron in his old age - the MAC (Mackk)-90

Lookit here

You fuckin’ wit’ a nigga that’ll be done took it there

Talkin’ ‘bout you a killer

It ain’t a body on Ave until I put it there

I’ll slump you, then slump your son

You don’t like me, fam’

I left the kid wit’ somethin’ cold on Ave like the ice cream man

You better have the best manners

That’s what happens when you call out niggas...Death answer

These niggas’ll march on Ave for Ill, but they walkin’ for breast cancer

Take the .40

I’ll make you and another nigga skate together: Blades of Glory

Change of story

You gon’ say you done what to me?

You a dumbfuck - toolie, give him a gun-butt, truly

This ratchet (k)not a bitch like a Young Buck groupie!

I hold a grudge, bruh

This revolver on me, I won’t budge once

These five rounds on Will (wheel) ain’t lug nuts!

That’s how you make a Will flip

That’s a Will flip

When you was in a sticky situation

I was raisin' ratings on a syndicated station

Penetratin' nations, from innovative statements

Renovatin' spaces

You in the face of Satan

I'll disintegrate your greatness

This'll lay Ave down, this'll lift him off the pavement

I'm a demon wit' this

One shot, he leavin' this bitch

Leave Ave chalked out on ave chalked out...I ain't gon' keep repeatin' this shit!

This nigga gon' tell Glueazy, "Throat shot - 'Uhggh-uhggh-uhggh' - now he know baby talk"

And they was trippin' out

Until I picked that baby up on Ave: that's Tre comin' from Ricky house

YakTown in this bitch!

[Round 3: Ave]

Just wanna address somethin' real quick

Say, it's a lot of sucka shit been shown in the Culture

If that's niggas' M.O., then speak it clear

'Cause whatever energy niggas on, let's leave it there

I don't even wanna talk to y'all

There's a few that's not the squad

But you ain't wit' Cave, fuck you...and that's on and off the cards

Now you go hard, or is that some shit you tell scared folks?

'Cause I promise you it ain't none over here

No, hell no

I got a team that love to go there, bro

And I'll let 'em know every shot goin' to Will

I feel like Bel-Air coach

Think it's a joke, and find out how serious it gets

'Cause life is funny...'til niggas start disappearin' from the clips

And I'm down wit' catchin' licks

Wit' missions I been trill

Catch him spendin' (spinnin') paper wit' the stick and I'll pin Will (pinwheel)

So how you feel?

I'll let you decide where this lead, papi

You know where I'm at, and I'm strapped wit' the thing by me

This won't be a clean body

'Cause my shooters know whatever whip they in, niggas .40in' (40 and) up, like Team Homi

Let him try me

I'mma keep quiet, the rocket talk

Jesus might take the Will (wheel), but the bullet gon' drop him off

Or I could slide to yo' house, 100 rounds to throw out

Clear double-drum, that bitch look like a owl wit' no mouth

That's what I'm 'bout

These niggas run they mouth mad shady

Knowin' beef can lead to creepin' on your old-ass lady

'Cause you ain't gon' hold Ave, baby

I'm so foul

On my soul, child (Soulchild), I'll kill your love, buddy, (B.U.D.D.Y.) goin' just Half Crazy

It ain't just me

Niggas can find out the hard way

Got his onion fried quick just as soon as he saw Tay (sauté)

Shit, all my niggas be wildin'

Get the shitness be out him

Then catch Mackk (Mac) wit' the bat - yeah, he Mr. 3000

'Cause y'ain't 'bout it

I mean, it's obvious that bro yell, "Goon"

Frontin' like he buck it (bucket) for I.C.E (ice): that's a hotel room

Man, I ain't moved, 'cause I'm good wit' these, too

That's real important

Each side'll get a (k)not well-matched: have Ill assorted

Yeah, you call it, 'cause trust me, I'm far from the scary cats

Call your brother

Man, I'll pull the fuck up to where he at

I don't care nothin' 'bout the Yak

Even the neighbors gettin' clapped

Lil' Terry, Old Mister Jerry, even Miss Mary, Mack(k)

Wait, speakin' of Mackk...why you chained to his pocket?

That shit depressed

Like, you cool with bein' Will lil' dog and not a vet?

That don't make you upset?

You barkin' all these bars, that's yo' job

Nigga, you tryna tell me yo' gig a pet (Giga Pet)?

Wait, wait, think a sec

'Cause he don't want you to sign from all your skills

He wanna be the Michigan star wit' that awesome deal

But Em' put y'all on, for real

You never was gon' blow up yourself

You prob'ly still hopin' they Fire Marshall, Bill

But I'm ill

Pussy, I been a problem killin' leagues

Smack, niggas run from me more than responsibilities

'Cause I be shakin' the gods

That's why the only choice was call in Ill

I got a couple sick days on the job

I ain't gon' starve

I'm from the Rod, faggot - we grindin'

Picture me waitin' for a battle rap staff to feed mine

I got a family, slime

Plus I'm a soldier

So the only way Smack my controller if the batteries dyin'

Had to trap 'cause I'm good

Everything I ever cop(ped) got off, like how the pigs killin' Blacks in the hood

See, I was special wit' the grams and connected wit' the tan

And made figures wit' the trees: I'm Edward Scissorhands

So listen, fam', we nothin' alike

Your life generic

Bird-ass nigga, said what I said - you can't compare it (parrot)

'Cause you ain't the man to me, nigga

I understand why he bitter

He in Pontiac broke down: y'all abandoned vehicles

It's that simple

See, Swave why y'all losses pathetic

Already claimin' y'all the only ones wit' heart in this settings

I don't give a fuck 'cause he said it

My nigga, I will really hospital Bill

And that don't mean I'm takin' off for yo' credit

I been authentic

Y'all runnin' 'round tryna prove he tougher

Well, beatin' bitches don't make you vicious or move me, sucka

'Cause if she was mine and you'da touched her

It's on until he suffer

We'll be everywhere you go, Billy ho (Hoyle): the Stucci brothers

I ain't no bluffer, 'cause niggas know I been 'bout that action

.30 under the .40: that's that improper fraction

But if hands the department

Will better be on point, straight up, to get it jumpin' like he dancin' with Carlton!

Man, what we talkin'?

I told you, "Fix my plate", right, Smack?

'Cause they was sleepin' - it's time I bring my state right back

I don't give a fuck about these sucka niggas! They type wack

'Cause I'm a nigga outta Norfolk...straight like that!

[Round 3: Ill Will]

Yo, y'all ready?

'Bout to close this out right

C'mon, quiet down

I'm 'bout to close this out right for y'all

I just wanna say, first of all, this my first time in Cleveland and I appreciate y'all mu'fuckas

But on a serious note...

You look like Robin Harris...but look, and Carl Winslow

I don't know whether to call you Carl Harris...or Robin Winslow

For real, though

But the next shit I say, don't take it as no hate

I'm just helpin'

All you do is punch every round

That's boxin'...yourself in

Where is the star power, like, "Aye, y'all remember when Ave did this?"

You ain't seein' that?

You in a group with Roc, Chess, Bri- they can't teach you that!?

Well, look, nigga, I'm teachin' you tonight

OK, we see you got punches

We seein' that you bright

See, Roc can teach you them other components

(*whispers*) Just don't let him teach you how to fight

This is WAR, man!

The .4 blam!

Chess! You the new General!

Tay Roc, you the doorman!

Say somethin'!

These motherfuckas support fam'!

But you need Roc

I need not

This lane the best

But if you lack Tay, then how you gon' milk this - Chess?

Lactatin'!? Milk this!? Chess!?

That was fuckin' cold!

Especially when I'm tryin' to say they lettin' the baby take over the mother load (lode)

I'm in ANOTHER MODE!

And I'm a Thiller, 'cause this is 50

It's really pretty

I put it under Ave to put Ave under Ave like a hidden city

The semi dumpin'

I'll ring on a ho: Pretty Woman

Who Shark!? You Shark?

I'll get you wet up for a 8-ball: now you a pool Shark

I'm too dark!

Niggas don't act up

You know that's tough

BOW! Doctors gotta use barricades to close Ave up

Stick long as a harpoon, he get hit off the arc

One shot'll take his top off smooth, that's how I fin (fend) off a Shark

It's been awfully dark

That's why the heater blaze

I could put a couple dollars on, you will be amazed

I could just drop a ticket on Ave, like a meter maid

You lucky I ain't pull up in Norfolk, you woulda been smoked

Wouldn't even need the OR...that's how I end (N) folk

I'm overdone

Big shells, mo' to come

I'm walkin', arms locked on Ave: "We Shall Overcome"!

The .4 spread!

If more come, then it's more dead

Spit them candy (w)raps, but let shit go sour and see where this war heads (Warheads)

And I'm standin'!

Blam my cannon

This. Will. Impact Ave more than Hancock landin'!

I up the Glock!

Don't get fuckin' shot

Patrick-ass nigga: you only a star because you under Roc(k)

I'm in murk mode

I burst fo'

If I bury Ave, that's when he became a dirt road

But this street...?

Suge pocket-checked you

He ain't pinch me

Geechi said "You'se a bitch"...he skipped me

Shine was pointin' all in your- bitch, please

Lights, camera, action

This is cool, but the hood my reality

If I'm ridin' down on Ave wavin' the fif', that's just good hospitality

But I'm just tryin' to bring the pain down

I'm tryin' to figure out how the blood can just rain down!

Y'all remember Al Fatz?

"I done came down, I done came down..."

But wait! The gun'll give him a KNOT, a KNOT, a KNOT, and it came (down!)

I'm that nigga

They know

Aye, but y'all tell him he better take advice

Before I make yo' wife...take the pipe

And make her show me where all the white at like Shaker Heights

(*That bar gets the Cleveland crowd energized as they cheer for Ill Will*)

Aye, but look!

To all you non-Clevelanders...Shaker Heights is a suburb where the White people are

That's why it was brought up

As far as the white, I was ta-

I'm sure y'all caught up

But listen...

(*to Smack*) You just let niggas be some tryin' mu'fuckas

I be tryin' mu'fuckas

For two years straight, I've been fryin' mu'fuckas

"I thought I was yo' gu-"

BOW! That's what you get, you (lyin' mothafucka!)

But I killed you, nigga!

But I'm still your folks

I just want you to know you go against me, your will get wrote!

Niggas say they the best, but I'll kill the GOAT!

Any ill will towards Ill Will, Ill will get ill and you (WILL get smoked!

YakTown in this bitch!)