Kutta Muzik, Pt. 2 (Blitz'em Up)

Can y'all, like, actually chill the f*ck out and get over this shit, bro Quit acting like some little-ass kids, bro This shit is over with, bro Get that off your fucking mental state Stop talking about it, bro Robert I'm balling with a over-dunk right over Robert Underdunk Pepé Le Pew, Man, he smell like skunk I'm on my Marshall Mathers When I put him in that trunk And I'll bitch the little nigga Like Vegeta do to Trunks I'm cross-faded, stoned, and drunk off that everclear Man, I've made it crystal clear That this shit ain't really pure All you niggas, I don't fear I'm a boss battle You live in your brother's shadow F*ck you, Little, nigga Don't run to pop, and go tattle He ain't got a fresh cut All I see is palm tree You a phony, and a fake It is me, you ain't wanna be Now I'm on that nigga, Billy That's why his fly ass name is Yoshi You thinkin' you a rapper He on a dream chase, I guess I gotta shatter A second ass whoopin' I'll give you a batter Knock the haystack off yo' head Call me a bushwhacker when I come around That boy, he be on mute That diss song was ass, man, we play that bitch on mute What the f*ck you gonna do When someone put you in a suit Get sent off to that caddy Yeah, your choice is acute Bitch, you know my name, Billy Boy Man, I'm on so cool It's an uproar on my name When I'm at that school To them, you just a black kid Who plays around and act a fool Yeah, I been bout it, bout it Bitch, I bring the hook Like my name was Ronda Rousey I be hangin' with them rebels Yeah, my niggas rowdy, rowdy Yo, nigga, say you bout it, bout it Accept your defeat Cause, man, I really doubt it Mafioso flow, this is how I chop it up I'll get you up Man, I have to blick'em up I'll blitz'em up Cause, apparently, we can't chop it up Cause there's always beef Once this nigga's chop it up I got the switches and the drakes This ain't a threat Just letting you know what I kept, bro I ain't slept Cause the longer I take The more he go off These niggas know I be spazzing I be snapping off As soon as a baby like him goes off Bro, respect your elders Before I pop off If you really wanna do it I won't do it I got a lot to lose Don't need no blood on my Gucci's Red bottom Little dude Little boy Don't say my name Get my little brother, to split your brain A hellrazor man, I bring the pain He said, Billy, you a goof You was put in a wheelchair You right, bitch I'm still alive So, beware I'm known to respond But this time I draw the line You win, little dude A white flag with a peace sign I'm getting to Old to Beef with my own kind I wish you love Robert Campbell That your life be divine You drop the diss and I stay out the mix Gave you my opinion Yet you say I'm a bitch One love, little dude Come and speak to me When you grown and rich We'll talk about it We'll smoke the blunt This ain't a diss But, little nigga, I ain't miss With an empty clip