52/50 - Give It Up Lyrics

Round one
Fight
So right off the bat, I'm talkin' smack
I know you're on the black and OxyTabs
Til you're fallin' in a body bag
See you're washed up just like a laundry mat
Been rappin' for years and you're still at it
I can't believe you haven't quit just like your pill habit
You're like candlesticks without the wicks
That can't be lit, you know you're counterfeit
See I came to rap like a maniac
I played your tracks and everything you say is whack
It's clear to me that you plainly lack
Any type of talent, you need to fade to black
So cut the chitchat, shut your big trap
Get smacked and bitch slapped with a pickaxe
I burn you at the stake like witchcraft
And pull it off so hot you'll need a full body skin graft
You sayin' it's so hot cause I'm raisin' hell
You should take the belt and hang yourself
Yo, you came to fail and when you weigh yourself
You get upset because you break the scale
I guess I'll go into some extra details
You wanna lose weight reading special emails
Lookin' like several beach whales
About to have twins with a bunch of pregnant females
So I'm hopin' you panic
You've been a hopeless and manic and filthy opiate addict
Always loaded on somethin' lookin' half dead
Coughin' out crank smoke like a crackhead
With all of that said, I push you in the past tense
You're a has-been who belongs up in back then
See, you're just a useless punk
And all you do is drugs plus all your music sucks
Give it up
Round two
Fight
The music is dope like crack cocaine
And you don't belong, get out the rap domain
I push wigs back, you'll need mad Rogaine
Who the f*ck are you, bro? You're a damn no-name
My tracks a step ahead of yours
My deadly metaphors, will settle scores
And a war is what I'm ready for
You're in Sac with homeless bitches
Eatin' off of broken dishes and loaves and fishes
I rise like steam and I fly with wings
I ride above you like a kite with strings
Pills have got you buzzin' like a hive of bees
I'm a giant being and you're the size of fleas
Plan to write more cause you rap and rhyme poor
So I slash your mic cord like a samurai sword
See, your style is cheap like a two-dollar hooker
So I came to cut you like a blue-collar butcher
You're just a weak rhymer
I'm goin' full throttle and throwin' combos like it's Street Fighter
You want beef? I can put you in a meat grinder
Dip you in a deep fryer, then I'll start a grease fire
I don't need the auto-tune to hit you with a sonic boom
You probably wanna hide your face like Dr. Doom
You'll overdose and you'll have the hotter spoon
And your dad committed suicide, you're gonna see your father soon
A casualty of battle rap, I'm a savage cat
Attackin' till you're crackin' fast like smashin' glass
I'll be the last to laugh, ayo, the champ is back
And you're a pinto goin' up against a Cadillac
Chasin' you down, can you catch your breath
See, you're heavy set, I carry on very long
And it's like a marathon when I'm runnin' a track
You wanna hate 916? Then suck on a Sac
You better watch out, cuz I'm bad for your health
I go to war inside, I'm bout to battle myself
Say, you better watch out cuz I'm bad for your health
I go to war inside, I'm bout to battle myself
I'm bout to battle myself
Said, I'm bout to battle myself
I'm bout to battle myself
I'm bout to battle myself