Grind Time Now - Heartless vs Magz lyrics

[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