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

Can y'all, like, actually chill the fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck 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