[Round 1: Rum Nitty]

Straight out the gate

I'ma beat a bitch like a dog race

Break a broad face

I torture lames

I really find joy in pain ('Joy & Pain') like Rob Base

Shoot every angle of ya crib up in broad day

We sticked up, if I emptied out this MAC see (Maxi) pad gettin' hit up...from all ways (Always)

You not safe, you bitches think you runnin' the scene

Well it's y'all who I be lookin' fo' wit' a chrome under the seat

Ask 'bout me

You gon' have Webb searchin' for you 'til I end up in the bing

Get the fuck out the ring

You better think fast, or get beat bad

All I see is death (DEF) on 3 like a cell phone keypad

She mad

If you don't want this to be the baddest look

Then stay at home ma...you have to cook

First Babs get shook, then Gat is (Gattas) hooked

I even keep somethin' with me for Luck, like a rabbit foot

But look, you ain't have to pay this big bitch no cash for me

She not it, all the shots that C error missed (Sierra Mist)

Put her on Caffeine free, keep the heat

Load the cal'

Stomach shot, pierce a vital organ, blood get to flowin' now

She won't make it home her (Homer) fluid leakin' outta C (Odyssey), and she gon' pour 'em (poem) out

It's goin' down

Put a round in a target

I'll pistol whip a hoe across the mouth just for talkin'

Awful, pull a MAC and hit you wit' the bottom bitch

You be down for the longest

To be honest, I'm one of the best that did it

I done took two battles in one day befo', I really put effort in it

FIrst it was Drugz, then it was LL, C (LLC), I really took care of business

Stretch you bitches

Wesson grippin'

This shit'll sound off when it's on like a Tesla engine

Ya death get witnessed

I'm set to kill

Weapon peeled

Tool on, Smith & Wesson and it's two toned like Pleasantville

What's the deal?

I ain't playin' witchu bitches

They done put you in the jungle 'round the apes and gorillas

This dyke bitch think she can bang out wit' some niggas

But you still gotta sit down and pee, C, (NPC) it prove you ain't safe around the killa

They sent the hitter to do the job

Watch me slide up, I keep a gun

And to make sure a deed is (Adidas) done, I get 3 lined up

Enoughs enough

Cause you be doin' the most fo' sho'

A nigga come out here and say somethin' 'bout yo' ass, you'll say "pause"

Slow ya roll

Cause we don't identify a boy in C (buoyancy), I don't care what floats ya boat

Loc the GOAT

I'm that nigga, my pen game tough

And I can switch it up like Jack Thriller

MAC gripper, the heat blew

If she catch one from the pump, C (see) through

Glass slipper, I jack bitches

Run up in yo' house packin' a pole

Like, "Where that money at? I'm finna get you for that stash that you hold"

She trippin', can't remember the code to the safe, so I rocked her in her face

Bitch you better act like you know!

This my shit, it's fuckin' over, I'm 'bout to up and smoke her

Smack don't even send two Hennys to the stage no mo', Rum took over

Bitch!

And you can't keep it real yourself

I'm raisin' two black queens so I'm not gonna rap about how you tried to kill yoself

Cause I'd rather see you build yourself

On the set

[Round 1: C3]

That "Maxi-Pad from Always" shit was mean

Also means, at this period in time, y'all 'bout to see a pussy bleed

But, from what I hear, here's where you do me dirty Rum

That shit just make me think of all the events where I was fucked up

I know a lot of y'all see me slurrin' drunk

If niggas had bottles, they knew to reserve me cups

But that shit is over now, I've been sober a while, so basically, I already 30'd Rum

So fuck this battle, that battle was very fuckin' hard

Way before you and Geechi, I was in Every Fuccin' Bar

So if y'all think I'm scared to leave punch drunk or worry 'bout how Rum punch, y'all got me fucked up

I come from the area where Smack used to hold the camera in front punch

I'm a different breed, be careful if you effin' wit' me

Especially if you wanna be part of this URL brand indefinitely

Shit, look at this, I'm feelin' the Caffeine URL brandin', definitely

Cause you could've been a Crip bangin' fo' yo' set

Now you dyin' on the set

URL branded (Brandon) death and Nit' Lee

Bitch these, ain't no blanks I'm shootin', I brung Smith &'s for your supporters

But I can switch, have somethin' different, take out ya sons and daughters

But as for you? You know I gotta have somethin' much bigger for ya

Want a clue? I miss when Ace was 25, that's .50 for the Quarter

Now ya life is over, stock up, this a hoarder

I ain't playin' wit' this bitch

I gotta have the gun lines cause that's his glitch

And I'm prayin' Jesus can't fix it cause from what I've seen in life

You gay [?] and can't fix it

Ready to die by a gun line and lay wit' ya biscuit

Every round you flamin' shit

Relax sis', you not the only one who got lead

Guns ain't hard to get if you got bread

Everybody's a shooter these days

So when you drop dead, it's just another sad tale

Cause my aim to flip a Quarter, I got heads

But I bet you only talk guns and all that shit cause you can't fight and you small as shit

Let's bet our other half...I bet you I whip yo' ass

And fuck his guns, you gotta be smokin' crystal meth if you think he out here like Mad Max with his little ass

Whoever believe you a shot of Rum, must be hittin' a little glass

Cause you ain't gon' do shit wit' them grips that you got

Have you ever seen a nigga get shot?

Now lyrically, he can [?] service

Physically? Ain't done shit on his block

Got an optimum amount of bars about it

But if I rain on him, expect Rum signal to drop

Now let's get to the plot

Without gun lines do you really got a pen Nitty?

And without an actual gun are you tough?

Cause last night I seen a lof of fem' in Nitty (femineity)

And on that note, there are some tips I can lend Nitty

Cause my flow like a bottle of [?], good for a body, alkaline Nitty

And I'm not even out to win Nitty

I'm here cause I don't back down

Plus I love this setting, I can actually just rap now

How 'bout I give you a one-bar scheme for ya background?

That your head can't wrap 'round

Cause whoever cheer (chair) for Nit', your whole section'll (sectional) get sat down

That's body on body like a packed crowd

But if they act up, it's bucks on top of bucks, this a cash cow

And I can't pull back now so nigga don't freeze up

It would be funny if you spent all of that time throwin' them "C's" up

Then Beasley called, "Next, C's up" then a nigga seize up

Also I wanna ask, why is your name "Rum Nitty" but I only see you drinkin' Henny wit' yo' dumb ass?

You know what? Don't even answer that

Just catch yo' breath and get ready fo' round two witcho punk ass

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]

Aye, when I heard we was doin' Kings Vs. Queens, I said, "This gon' be a bunch of fun"

But y'all got me pissed

Take a seat thinkin' y'all can compete, this ain't what you want

I mean you might can come out here and beat some of these other bums

But we all know none of you hoes can stand up to number one

Is you fuckin' dumb?

This won't work out perm scout

This dyke bitch don't deserve clout

I should break her mouth

Then this (dentist) thot'll (thought will) have a hard time gettin' words out

You burnt out, this hoe need a bath

You look like you don't clean yo' ass strap or yo' cookie, you bold just for that

Walk around this bitch smellin' like 'Badussy' you gon' catch the nose of the MAC

Get clapped

You know I'ma ride and it's time to die

I load the clip and get payback like it's monetized

Said she was gon' beat me? Stop the lies

You didn't think that I'd top C (autopsy) performance?

Well now you know why she died

If you try? I'ma leave ya head cracked

I can't stunt, I've been itchin' to lace fronts

When these bitches gon' get it in they head Smack?

Let's rap

I ain't gon' take it easy, she dies

If you thought givin' her me (Hermes), smart, you got greased (Greece'd) or be blind

Think wise, cause I'll run a knife right up her side and (Poseidon) and she'll see (sea/C) god

But on the bright side, this was a good look fo' sho'

But askin' why it took so long

It's crazy you got all that ass in them pants but ain't nobody jumpin' to put you on

Fuck you doin'?

Actin' like you don't bleed

Hoe please, you gon' make me empty out this whole heat

Reload, then dump some mo' on her (Moana), keep it under control C (sea)

Hoe please, I done really slid with them poles

Kicked in them doors

Whipped on the stove

But it don't matter how y'all envision me though

I lost my baby mama and my mama in the same month and still didn't fold

I raise my kids on my own

That makes me realer than any pistol I hold

But we all been through shit too, right?

That'll have you sayin', "Fuck everybody." that's what ya mood like

Pushin' people away that's tryin' to help, you really lose sight

You couldn't understand it, they was tryin' to bless you, like gesundheit

Bitch you light, better bow down

Bet the bake, I'ma at least beat 3, 2-1, I even put my account down (a countdown)

Loud rounds

Out the pistol shoot, she'll die

If I don't do the job, I'ma finish you and get rid of you

Before I squeeze the .9, I let C decide (see the side); peripheral

I'ma put an end to you

I feel like I'm good for this culture no cappin'

Cause I make you motherfuckas work harder

All my opponents be spazzin'

They on they A game when they face me

I give 'em a shot, they reach levels they usually can't reach

I'm a performance enhancer

Then go check they next few performances after

Right back to average

The K's screamin', you ain't leavin'

If I let a Flame go straight by (bi), I'm puttin' gays (gaze) in the sky, it look like I'm daydreamin' (Day' dreamin')

You can't keep it real yourself

I'm raisin' two black queens so I don't wanna rap about how you tried to kill yoself

[Round 2: C3]

"Suicide, or I'll do the job, you decide, kill yaself"

Well, you brung it up last night so let's talk about it

Nigga, I tried

But you know what? I think for me to make it here today to battle you, might be one of the reasons I'm still alive

Now I know all y'all might be confused so let's go for a ride

I need y'all to come wit' me

Back to 2018 I told Don Lady, "I been ahead of my time, that's why you bitches can't fuck wit' me

Y'all wanna know why at 15 I tried to commit suicide?

Cause in my head I was already battlin' Rum Nitty."

Hmmm

That's kinda prophetic, wouldn't you say?

Now these people think I'ma get decapitated, I disagree

But somehow my spirit knew I would be headed (beheaded) your way

So your old style? Hang it up, there's no crowd

They already kicked the chairs (cheers) you gotta rap better today

And I don't wanna hear gun line after gun line after gun-

That shit make me wanna slit my wrists

But yet in still I try not to take in vein (vain) your meddling (metal in) ways

And today? I've never felt more alive

Now they might like your bars more than mine but there's more to mine

See I try to paint pictures with these bad thoughts of mine

Cause I know the real image will have y'all mortified

I put my all into this, so every line there's more to find

You was about to fight over a personal that wasn't even personal, cause you hold more confined

I'm an open book

So to these people I'm the hug and the shoulder they needed, and even more can find

I uplift them, give them more for they mind

You just out, up, liftin' Draco's and all them .9's

But - aww fuck

Don't worry y'all I ain't chokin', don't call time

Just clearly I had too much Lux on my mind

Rum, you don't get no bitches

I mean, besides homegirl we all know it's a truth to that

I mean, cause if I saw you wit' a bad bitch I'll walk straight up to that chick like, "Aye. You gon' suck this dick...but it's a pussy, you cool wit' that?"

Rum prolly be like, "Fuck outta here. My bitch straight, she ain't doin' that."

Nigga please, I'll have your bitch bring me the eats and leave without the Uber App

Now whatchu gon' do 'bout that?

Am I gonna catch all the smoke?

"Take, so many punches that the fans yellin'-"?

Boy, fuck all your quotes

I will have my niggas knock you out and take them little chains off ya throat

'Bout time you come to, they'll be at the pawnshop tryin' to get off the ropes

Good lord I'm dope, I told y'all we was gonna get it in

You thought I was just fast cash on the card, well payment declined, I'ma push that pin (pen) again

Cause before I just lay down and die, I'll empty this revolver, reload and empty that bitch again

The judge asked me about the overkill, I'll just say, "I was thinkin' about Wal-Mart your honor

And that was way more bucks than I meant to spend (spin)."

Now you gotta admit, that shit was clever

I can come up with that type of shit whenever

So you just stoppin' my writtens? Never

I'm old school with the pen, and pad pack like a get-together

Now yours filled with headshots, you dotted eyes (I's) but for me you gotta cross your T's

I guess at first you ain't feel the pressure

Well you should've chose a different measure

Cause my flow switch with the weather

And now that he knows 3 cold, I bet (k)Nit' a sweater

The name's C3, I do my numbers and I hold shit down to the letter

But they say, "Nitty let it fly and bugs every battle."

Well I guess I'm John Wick lit, on a Citronella

Now is that too Insane?

Well cool, cause I'm too deranged

Also known for overdoin' thangs

They say your tempers massive

Well if I pull this mag Nit', 'tude (magnitude) will change

Aye Charlie! Should I do another scheme wit' it?

Reach wit' it

Nah, but I can spit it greater

While I figure out what I'ma cook for dinner later

Cause if I pull this mag' Nit', (magnet), next place you'll be seen? On a refrigerator

Cause it's no way, you can survive around 3

And you definitely, DEFINITELY, ain't gon' survive in round three

Get his ass from 'round me

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]

Aye, you told that nigga Riggz that you wanted to bend over

[C3] I didn't say that

[Rum]

Then you tried to retract yo' statement

Nah uh, it was too late, we already heard you say it

You can't erase it

Don't try to explain it

That's exactly what you was thinkin'

How are you out the closet and undercover? That shit's amazin'

Then you went and slipped up and exposed yo' straightness, you trippin'

Jeezy voice, "Bitches sneak dickin'

And that ain't how we play

Bitch you lyin' you fucked a nigga named "DJ""

She fake, couldn't pay me enough to screw you

You wouldn't get this pipe

I'd decline dyke (Klondike), what would you do?

Bitch move, or you'll get slapped

You look like a whole fuckin' nigga in the face, that's true in fact

This ratchet bitch gotta man chin (mansion) like the movie Bats

Stupid ass, I should steal you on the spot

You think that you kinda big that you can box?

What are you 3? 5'7"? (.357), still don't got a shot

Off top

They said, "Niggas don't take it serious." and it irks me too

Cause takin' somebody that has fake drive is a step-back 3, that's a Curry move

I'm tryin' to murder you

This match gon' get worse, I bring a casket out first

But bitch it's been (bent) over, before the coffin (coughin'), that's a cavity search

Why you tryin' to cover up yo' ass with the back of yo' shirt?

That shit's berserk

Hidin' (hide in) a cake like a bachelor party dancer at work

I should dog yo' bitch ass

They gon' come out here and cheer for what you sayin' but all that shit's trash

You gon' have me feelin' like a bad boyfriend, just sit back and watch you get gas

Clip blast

A bitch get buried, I lift the heat, this old Colt get to kickin' 3; Vinatieri

Bitch you scary, I ain't gon' play witchu fam'

Just like when E smoked you, shit got way outta hand

That ain't how you playin'

You was supposed to stick to the script and pick Hart (heart) apart

Don't you think like a man?

But fam'

If she says she ain't never been with a dude, she lyin'

Her coochie wide

I know you done sucked a dick at least two/three times

Mini chops, I'ma make the goons swing by

And tell 'em right after you put the Drac' to C ('Toosie), Slide'

You gon' die and I'ma leave you where you at

What you gon' call me a lil' nigga?

Bitch you greasy and you fat

And couldn't go the length with somebody my height

Tell 3 to mention (dimension) that

But facts, I gotta question I wanna ask my dawg, my nigga

If you had a chance to marry one, and fuck one, and kill one

Smack, what broads you pickin'?

[Smack]

I'm killin' all these bitches man

[Round 3: C3]

Ayo, shoutout to Roc

I learned a lot battlin' that guy truly

Seems like every guy I battled after that, just could not move me

Smack you remember that, that's when I told you I was the New Jack

If y'all ever question why that movie

Cause that Roc(k) smoke is the reason why I'm on fire, now I'm Pookie

But you? I know it make you mad when they say you wanna be like Tay, right?

Gun Bar King/Gun Line King

That shit really ain't the same, right?

I mean, I had ya back, but as of lately I'm startin' to feel like they right

Cause soon as he turn into Dracula, you started runnin' from daylight (Daylyt)

But let me guess, you don't wanna be Dracula you'll be more like Blade, right?

Nigga, if you don't wanna show us the inner you, then fuck it, this blade might

And I just feel bad for they site

Cause when you stuck in front the audience, it ain't stage fright

I used to be a big fan

I studied you, and I'm not now

Cause I realize you reach and recycle a whole bunch, your shit don't seem so hot now

And I wasn't even gon' bring it up in front of everybody 'til in one of your battles you said, "get shot up like a drome image"

I'm like, "Okay, this shit gotta stop now."

The camera is literally under the drone, use your eyes clown

Or think 'bout bitches besides Hustle treat you, they shot down

You need to work harder on your shit Rum, or catch a head butt

I'll split Rum, let his blood drip, like I spilt Rum

But this y'all land?

Well me and the ladies came to fuck you niggas up and take over like pilgrims

But y'all tell me-

{stumbles}

Now I know that they feel Rum, but that don't mean that I should fear Rum

Cause if C's so sick then this heat'll sear Rum (serum)

Now you used to do so good in yo' past battles

But I can't say much fo' yo' past battles, but I can't say much fo' yo' last battles

And now Geechi the face of the west, you gotta live in that shadow

I guess I'm here to finish Rum off like Jack Sparrow

Cause I am 3, I am god, I don't fuckin' lose

That goes for any battle rap bitches or you fuckin' dudes

From now on, shit gon' go by my fuckin' rules

I'll be your awakenin', love or fear, which one you choose?