Brizz Rawsteen vs. Ill Will

[Verse 1: Ill Will]
Brizz vers' Ill, it's gon' be a-
Nigga, I am a crazy one!
And you nobody 'til somebody kills you: that's what Biggie taught
Think you can outrun these-
Nigga, you wanna live Ricky life?
Cause with this aim, I don't miss
Facts, pussy...Mickey wife
What you gon' do?
I'll make your jaw lean
Turn your life to a Saw scene
Head shot ya offspring
Red dots all over his face...now he Rosenberg Rawsteen!
But you the guardian of the Cave, right?
I still regard you as a sucka
.38 Special, I could be in the Olympics...(*smack*) with this retarded muhfucka!
I don't care if y'all 30 deep, it's still 30 actors
Get caught right in ya chest like Bill had on his jersey backwards!
Fuck Raw!
OK, let's turn up
Raw pussy: I ain't talkin' 'bout the best feelin'
Head spinnin', left his post traumatic like a vet symptom
We beef today? It better be USDA: fuck Raw!
I'm a slick puller
For the snow, man, I'll have you lickin' blood, Raw!
Why you be actin' so tough, knowin' you got that ho smell?
Nitty got up in Roc face...
Nigga, oh, well!
Comin' to the front like you gon' do somethin'...this ho frail!
Blac Youngsta: you coulda brawled with money at the hotel
.45 under the bed, I'm cheatin' on wifey wit' a cougar bitch
Off the first blast, I could merge cabs, have ya Uber Lyft
Do some shit!
My lil' nigga got the deuce-five on him
I said, "Naw, I'ma cut him"
But he don't be listenin' to what I be tellin' this guy
So after I sliced him, he still shot him: that's a buck-seventy-five!
I'm in Pontiac, swaggin'
But I'm always in New York ready
I'll have Raw all over New York like New York Freddie
I been reppin'
If I see narcotics in ya men's section
You gon' see Ill in the cut like an infection!
I pack the .40
Don't act out in a act of glory
He got so many butts from the 12, they gave him statutory!
Cave Gang? Darkside!?
We couldn't be those geeks
I'd rather drink bleach for three whole weeks
You couldn't stop this chopper with Neo feet
I got somethin' new, all in
Ready to see Raw fish like a Creole feast!
He no beef, I could still cut him
I could cut him, but these swell victims
Took him out his shoes before the blade: I'm Ezal stealin'!
I toss my bitch the Dezzi
Yeah, my bitch'll roast you
Watch her stroke my ego like a bitch supposed to
I coast through, burn him with the Glock
Lottery pick: a .357 turn straight into a box!
Fuck nigga, actin' like he know he safe
The kickback throw Raw out the window like a police chase
Brizz, who is you steppin' to?
I will three-piece-suit you, schedule the service before the reverend knew
Only if Heaven knew, I could make life merge with Tekken 2
After I aah-aah-aah-ooh-aah-
BOY, THAT WAS LIKE, SEVEN MOVES!
Hi, Brizz! BOW! That's a .44 greetin'
Everybody buttoned up at the top and chess all open like a Cholo meetin'
You got kids? Well I'll hit ya son, split ya daughter, this a slaughter
Burn his chest, stab his leg, this is torture
Buck 50, buck 50, this is Sparta
I will slap whoever, I don't care if I'm in the 'Yac, where ever
If you gettin' money than Ill all over Raw chicken like salmonella
You act hard, but you still got some timid ways
Tim Mc
Veigh, I blow up shit where ya kitten play
He decay if I lift the K, that's how a dentist play
He try to run and hit his head at the last minute like, "Oh I know what I was finna say."
This my day, I'm doin' everything my way
I'll give ya bitch a mud bath, it ain't a spa day
So how you want it? Ya jaw wired like Kanye?
Or the Wesside Gunn push ya shit to the side like Conway
You got heart dude? Let me get that
I know the nigga that taught you, don't forget that
Asians at a restaurant and they scrappin'
A simple walk thru can get ya Chin strapped
'Yac Town in this bitch

[Round 1: Brizz Rawsteen]
Brizz versus Ill Will, it's gon' be a crazy
There's a lot of battles on this card, and this gon' be ya favorite one
And I ain't gon' play wit' him
Why I'm battlin' you? Well it ain't no explainin' it
From Ars' to Ill Will the fans see the bullshit and they ain't okay wit' it
Well, who OK'd the shit?
You got the iron cocked? Well you better strike when that iron hot
Cause I'ma leave a hole in Will (wheel) on the side of the road like that tire popped
All you gon see is pieces of Will (wheel) stacked in the garage like a tire shop
What's poppin' Willy?
Well it don't matter it's 12 o'clock, I'ma lift him up like we poppin' wheelies
That'll get in focus, fuck who hot, Brizz the coldest
I put dick in ya mother mouth, when I fly down with the zipper open
If there's somethin' in that shit you smokin'
I split you watch the guts fly out like when a Swisher open
Fuck whatcha mama think, you get ya mama shanked
Then get stuffed into a Mazda until ya mama stank
Wait, wait, wait, correct me if it's my mistake
But I kinda think he ain't climb the ranks
But ya makin' me (Jamaican) me wanna get uglier than Shabba Ranks
I brought four of these bitches to Set It Off, we ain't robbin' banks
Tonight, I'm ahead wit' weapons and I'ma leave ya head in sections
Live, In Living Color and sit ya face on the table like the Head Detective
BAOW! I blow the brains everywhere
I mean, I'm not sure if you heard but that's how I spread the message
Where ya kinfolk? Get ya chin broke
{Gun cocking} 10-4, send 'em in, I crack they egg then give ya men toast
This pair is (Paris) from France, he gettin' French toast
You can spit folk, but you a bitch tho'
I can smell it I got a pit nose
I make ya mother suck dick three times then six mo'
I'ma keep talkin' shit 'bout ya mom and shit bro
Cause it's crazy how ya ugly ass mom fine as shit tho'
She get the dick fast, then get the dick slow
Then I'ma switch strokes, to a six stroke, then she dick choke
Wham! Then a rib broke
Y'all heard niggas bleed just like us?
Well today Somebody Gotta Die, that's a BIG quote
What you 6'4"?
Bitch, so?
You better dip low or get ya shit sewed like I stitch clothes
I bet whoever I see, see (CC) I ain't e-mailin' ya shit
I came for that smoke dawg like Ezal in this bitch
You from Pontiac, don't act like no female in this bitch
Cause for a grand damn (Grand AM) I clean Pontiac up like I'm detailin' a whip
Tell this crab, I'm the muscle (mussel) so if I see (sea) food I leave shells in the whip
You sad folk, ironic, you was shootin' up on SMACK then you fell off like bad dope
This vet' shit Ill, okay? I'ma drown you if you set trip Ill
Don't be shocked when he's underwater, y'all better hope he's an electric eel (Ill)
Nigga these bullets got ya mama name on 'em like yo' electric bill
Nigga, yes this will
Remind you of ya last battle cause ya gettin' Clips for the low like a Netflix deal
What are you jerks provin'? Be still
Cause after my first movement, he get the gun to his dome
Then the bullets through the temple that's a church shootin'
See Swave? I'm a Rare Breed
I come through fast at rare speed
One punch, clip through the wind and make the air bleed
He don't scare me
Let's be fair Beas'
He had niggas fooled longer than Steve Harvey hair piece
But the can' I'm sportin' waves next to the hair grease
Tonight, I'm gettin' drunk off the open bottle like it's no tomorrow
But I gotta leave a round in Will bigger than a full [?]
The Glock fresh out the box with no bodies like bony models
I heard yo' ass had a lot to say
Well Busta Rhyme yo' ass will get shot today
They'll ask did he (Diddy) get for real (Pharrell) wit' a nigga from the 'Yac?
I said, Pass The Courvoisier
Dezzi bird kickin' like cranes in the sky, shit feelin' like Solange today
Get the chalk for him, cause it's back to the chalk board
I bet the whole card hear it when I talk to him
Cause I'ma plug a knife in his top like an ox core
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Bet the blade make the skull come out
When I bring it down like I'm talkin' loud
But, wait, wait, wait, I bring it back up like we got shit to talk about!
What's the deal Will? Let's get the deal sealed
I'll leave scars on his face like the real feel

[Round 2: Ill Will] {19:00}