[Round 1: Magz]
So it's Magz and Heartless
A lot of your'll thought this match-up was going to be a wrap
Before it actually started
That I wouldn't be able to keep up or match-up bars with Even half of Heart's sh**
Well that's retarded
Cause what your'll consider to be greatness I consider average garbage
Like when you spit get your some Aladdin dog sh**
Bet his brain fled on the magic carpet
But see, I didn't even want that Heart so I called out Marcus
To go bar-for-bar and spa like Spartans
I didn't start this far to be a barred by Heart's sh** I came with a sharp and sharred for a calved out carca**
This a barred out market and you're all barred out Marcus
And the truth is you're not the same Heart that started SMACK put you on twice
What does call those Heart's stench
And even Daylyt knows how marked out Marc is
You are what you are, b**h And Heart's a pansy, a little Daddy's boy
As a kid, he got all the candy
That little b**h voice you got, it's far from manly
So who the real shooter on your block? Cause Marcus can't be (Camby)
Your'll some fairies thinkin' you got cans to bang
You'll get the fours to your back like Danny Ainge
This white boy, airing treys, you get scared away
That ratchet come with a long nose like Sarah Jay
Oh you don't know who that is? It's cause fam you're gay
I showed you a picture of Kaymo's a** and you ran away
So here's the thing, I got the scope for long distance Heartz
That thing attached to the toy like a Christmas card
I catch you walkin', bloaw! You get ripped apart
No Disney game when I send you to God's kingdom, Hearts
[Round 1: Heartless]
Milky Magz, I don't know, maybe he thought that it sound scary
But out of all names I can't believe that he chose Milky
How dare he (dairy)
How the f** did you come up with that?
With that name, why would anyone believe that you dumping gats?
Come on Milk... If you've pulled on a cow/cal why would you need an utter (udder) then?
Why do you even f**ing rap?
You don't pose a threat
He said he got a .38 with a snub nose he's unloading next
But if your'll waitin' for him to go pull and squeeze that nose
Don't hold your breath
Nah f** that, that's jumping off the deep end anyway
For them Nutty Bars he gonna have to Pay Day when that blicky spray
Even if he Snicker bullets will hit everything but a finger (bu*terfinger)
If I let this musket tear (Musketeer) Milky Way
He thought his b**h was safe, but I don't care if his chick is in a ride
I'm still clicking with a nine
Even if he have half a gal in (gallon) there I still pull milk card and (carton)
He'll get his mug shot, it'll be missing on the side now
Now did your'll listen to that rhyme?
I said half a gallon, milk carton, mug shot, missing on the side Now this getting to his pride
Cause this is light for me and he the only one tryna
Bodies keep popping up, but they the only ones crying
Your'll gonna think this is an inside joke, you know why?
Cause they gonna be the only ones dying
[Round 2: Magz]
So he wanna call me Milky Magz but it's funny cause I thought he would
And it's also funny because this milk does your f**in' Mommy good
So truthfully I wanted this battle to uppin' my shine
But the real reason I'm here is to put you up in the sky
Yo what was the time? Man it must be 8:58
Cause the off hand is 2 minutes away from touchin' the 9
I ain't f**in' around so I'ma talk to you man-to-man
This battle right here is another body in the caravan
I'll give son the business with the tommy and the cal in hand
No, I said I'll give this son the business like I'm Tommy Callahan
I take 10 shots of Jack just as soon as I wake up
You ain't the King of Queens fat boy, you a fake f**
You say you got bars on deck, well I'm keepin' that ace tucked
So when I pull Hearts cards, then his face will look straight flushed
So shape up, you an undergrad, shotty in the duffle bag
Plastic like a playboy, you ain't really touchin' Mag
You don't get doe, you sniff blow and it's f**in' sad
And you don't get hoes because you shout like your f**ing dad
Oh wait, what was that?
His Dad Chi McBride, you know the actor
I mean I don't want to force the subject
But he's a movie stars son, Illz, how did you afford the budget?
That sh** baffles me
But whatever it costs to f** it
Y'all can tell Chi, he's got his little boy bossed in (Boston) Public
I go all or nothing so I'm making a deep promise
To rip every opponent I face and reap homage
I'll have him facing the trigger like Reed Dollaz
When I pick up these two Tecs quicker than Rasheed Wallace
[Round 2: Heartless]
I got a .45 with a long barrel, I'll blame it beside you
Then get rid of the body where they'll never find you
I'll Jack-son then get rid of the big nose like Janet and Michael
Cause if they singing to the judges I give everybody a shot like American Idol
Now all my SONS wild, anybody can tell them that
We turn up (turnip) like a vegetable
sh** they shouldn't even let us (lettuce) rap
Now I'm all about my money, my chicken, that cheddar stack
When it comes to the cream cheese Well we like bagels, we bread/bred for that
n***a I start letting gats because squeezing ain't nothing
Think it's a game until that toy start cooking like an easy bake oven
But if you lack toast (lactose) how the f** are you Milky, Magz?
When it pop you better step, brother like we had different dads
This Taurus/tourist that I got you won't find in a cab
You said I'm XXL so what are you? Home and garden?
In other words we way too different Magz
Now you more tender with the beef, sort of like when a pot roast cook
So I don't want to hear these kid's stories
So when you see that pop up, book
He won't make it far, especially if I blast treys
Try and run then a pair will shoot (parachute) behind you like a drag race
Now in conclusion If I see this man again (manikin) he better be holding still
So if not, I put my hands around his neck, let's see how his throat will feel
After about 10 minutes, maybe that's overk**
Well I don't know about that
But one thing I do know is that Illz Is definitely going to have to edit that choke for real
[Round 3: Magz]
So he's in a crew called SONS and honestly that's a mess
Cause some of them hate each other's guts but they haven't met
I mean these babies be on Facebook making all these pa**ive threats
So I'ma put these SONS under bars like ba**inets
I'm stabbing necks
Get you wigiddy's clapped to d**h, like Das EFX
If these hands connect you'll be spinning for Big Tyme like Mannie Fresh
I'm the canvas stretched
No workout when I say I got that hammer strength
So trust me man these punches land you'll be in the dungeon fam like Trans Express
He demands respect, but you just way too fruity Heart
I mean put your dad over to get the belt I mean but at least it leaves Louie marks
How you gon' let the uzi spark when that sh** wrapped in a Gucci scarf?
You got a f**ing stick on beauty mark and a 20% off Juicy card
So who's in charge, Illz? And why did it take me this long to wait for a challenge bro?
You got a write this time so let's make it a habit
When it comes to hands I ain't trying to shake with this f*ggot
I'm trying to give Heart the palm to make him a salad
You say that you have it but you ain't really wasting the K Heart
And it's mostly for the fact that your voice is so gay Heart
Oh are you in the Jungle?
Is that where you stay Heart? Well you can't battle the Wiz or Ill Will when you ain't really Brave Heart
Hey y'all, I got a question, are your'll fans of McBride?
With them skinny jeans is that how you carry McBride?
I'm airing this nine, that's how you bury McBride
Keep bussing keep bussing keep bussing
That's how you Danny McBride
[Round 3: Heartless]
Soon as this b**h heard the kid rap, I hit that
All it took was 4 bars to break her off this chocolate like a Kit Kat
I'm who is Chicken Select after she stripped to the breast
And he thought he was some Big Mac
But that b**h is a known s*ut, he don't care he like, "So what?"
She keep callin' me and callin' me like "Heartless, when are we gon' f**?"
It felt like the end of Law Abiding Citizen
How my cell was getting blown up
You got muscles? Well so what, don't mean sh** when we ride out
I bring goons to this guy's house
Now we trapped, we got this white kid corner like time out
I put a n***a at every exit, make sure he can't get up out it
Your'll seen Something About Mary? Well once I put my dog on the roof, forget about it
Or think about Friday I'll send bricks through his window for trying to get it popping
My gun get fired like Craig on his day off
But he'll be the one still in (stealing) boxes
I'll run in his bathroom, give him nothin' but headshots
When I start dumpin' and spraying right in front of him like Craig's pops
But I'm not trying to get high with you when I roll up on your porch
I'm trying to dump in your crib
So when you hear me bangin' loud, it'll be Smokey at your door
n***a don't make me go to the car I keep a long nose in the trunk like an elephant
So how many shots should I give him? Well let's say 10 (Satan)
I'll send you right where the devil is
Well f** it, let's handle it like men and use our fists to settle this
I give his chin a big check, I guarantee I'll lump sum like a settlement