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 fuck 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