URLtv - X-Factor vs Tsu Surf lyrics

[Round 1: X-Factor] Your swags off f*g sauce Won what? You a drag boss, a crab that probably like his sa-lad tossed Your b**hes wouldn't f**, I'd just finger roll in 'em You probably got on socks with the finger toes in 'em h*mo-s**ual, .44 deading you If you ain't trying to catch these bullets you better have Ocho next to you I'm in a crib f**ing a white b**h that's Coco flexible Give my lil dawg the word and have Todo stretching you Y'all used to X spitting punchlines and metaphors Or hear him talking bout his dime, we seen her and met her for But f** them punchlines, still carry that metal four To run up on that Volkswagen and throw six in that Jetta door Squeeze til he dead though, then f** it I'ma slide through Jersey, hit Ars with that Commando Body Suge, use that Shotgun and gave Red fo' So I'm not saying "Gracias" when I send your the Hell yo/hello This is personal! It has nothing to do with you, y'all know, Surf is my n***a That's why this a** whooping is actually hurting my feelings But you a scared cat, I would offer you a fair scrap Nah, I just f** his moms in front of him bareback Camel clutch, smack her bu*t, give her derriere slaps Before I slide, hit em with 95 when I Air Max/Macs How the f** am I your rival when I was once your idol? I get gone off that hydro, drop four when I let five from the nine go And he wouldn't survive with a Bible and the preacher's revival Your obituary just reads "Survive by who?" Y'all know, mother, daughter, sister, auntie, niece and them Run up in the wake, crack nieces chin, get his niece with 10 Put eggs slack in that Hershey paper, stick in her Easter bin Should I hit granny with the hammy? Nah see, it depends If she brave, she getting slayed, but if it sh** and that Depends I just break her feet, toss her a** in that lake or beach to swim Don't move when I grab the gat I'm in my zone he slipped dropped his iPhone So holmes got his Apple cracked My b**hes wouldn't let you sniff they period panties f** one of my hoes? You better do some serious planning Cause you got a face like you 88 with a furious tanning And half of your mixtape was copped by one of our granny's A n***a on Twitter said, "X, you need to battle a big name." That sh** threw me for a minute, n***a I am the big name Besides Mook, Lux and Rex, Miles, Math and Iron Solomon The rest of these lil nuts ain't under my food chain And that's no disrespect, I f** with the boy Surf But f** outta here you bum a** n***a [Round 1: Tsu Surf] First thing I hear when I touchdown is "Surf, the midwest grooving Such and such nice, what's his name doing his numbers And I don't see a Midwest losing." Well I can think of a few Verbs for n***as that think they III I come through the Midwest cruising X all Factors, jit all men trying to Holla cause the Calicoe's under this Big T, will cease that Midwest movement He probably thinking we supposed to fight Like I'm a throw the left then I'm a throw the right I'll frown step back, pull that 40 out that holster like "BLOAH!" You'll see X across the screen like I bowled a strike I should slap piss down your leg, s**er You know s**ers love to have bad name Cause that's what they used to call his mother I hope she on her d**h bed with cancer on her nipples Back home the code word for the nine is Spalding And the hood say I'm Brandon Jennings with the dribble Pilled up, strap down squatting in that range on 'em Hop out, two piece, Bible and a thang for 'em Straight to his front door so I don't gotta aim for 'em Ding dong, "Are you ready for Jehovah's return?" Then bang on him! Twin .38's both damn hands, slide doors, six goons and a damn van For the Pebbles that "ch-ch" go Bam Bam If we 40 deep that's 40 nine's, that's San Fran' That heckler sh** rip your liver might splat Nah I ain't gon k** 'em like that Straight between the eyes let it fly when the heater bust Nope, that ain't mean enough It look like fireworks ripping off the gauge You'll find X in a box up top like I'm clicking off the page I was f**ing with your shorty, I could tell you what the s** like Boy you would think we was married, got divorced And still f**ing her the way I'm dicking down (E)X wife She wanna Surf Tsu, holla "Tsunami!" when I'm hitting her And only call me for the shish kabob, that's the stick in her If this was basketball then god dam it I'm ballin' I feel like Reggie and the fans gon be mad at son (Madison) Cause I'll put squares in a Garden If all the real n***as m**ms, then you pork And it don't take a [?] of goggles to see I'm bout to settle in New York Never snitch, never scared, never k**ed, never bodied Time to pop, I Lil Jon the whole spot SHOT, SHOT, SHOT, SHOT, SHOT, SHOTS, EVERYBODY! I remember it clear as day, I was chilling one night Getting pipe from some yellow b**h I met on Skype She said, "s** til it's nothing left." The phone rung soon as she started to get right I said, "Who the f** is this?!" She said, "It's Ms. Johnson, X-Factor's mother I just need a minute of your life No he's not gangsta, no he's not a thug His real name is Delshawn Johnson and the family calls him Bub." What? "No he ain't gangsta, he don't play in them streets I blame it on that God damn Trick Trick and that damn boy Meech." I said "Ms. Johnson, hold on..." "What you stop for?" "Ms. Johnson, you old b**h you really sound sweet I appreciate your concern but your sons a f**ing geek If I was closer to the D I'd turn your old a** freak And I brought my camera so when you see these pics You'll be sh**ting in that pamper for a week." Now back to you Delshawn We all know it's an act ock, you don't bang 9's you don't let that mag pop I clap ock, Mac's out the window, Dell fold, that's laptop Semi automatic Smith n's around here Tell K-Shine I do the zipping around here! [Round 2: X-Factor] You look like you evolve from dirt, pollen and dandelions You 'bout soft as Ray J but look bout ugly as Brandy crying So how you hanging slanging banging n***a? And got all these hammers flying When up to you was 13 You ain't sleep right unless you had your pajamas ironed You been a broad When they see them slugs go, that'll stop your blood flow All your men will pause (menopause) Them marksmen, them my men indeed They let that trigger squeeze with enough aim To shoot the back legs off a centipede I'm in Southward, f** you, spades game Pulled his card, hit his deck with two jokers, cutting Then y'all will watch southward shuffle You were fronting like that (?) n***a Surf must be Crazy but you ain't Cee-lo n***a You want beef I brought that meatloaf n***a Now I'm PO'd n***a I got game when talking with these hoes n***a I'm in that NO with a trio that's Creo' n***a And that's real life, that steel pipe will pick his a** up He think he fly, that's what levitations feel like I didn't murder Jordan or Tyson but yes I k** Mike's/Mic's And I'm still nice with that metal why will I still fight? That missile hit 'em, pistol whip em, get his grill iced You're like this sh** don't feel right That's cause he a little closer to feel Christ As of late though, I been feeling like steel right Steel pipe, steel knife and with that steel I steal lives I'm running sh**, I'm a Possum, you n***as still mice If I was in position as this n***a, I wouldn't feel life I'll head first dive off a bridge while the water still ice And if I live, sh**, k** a kid and do a bid, life You got me pissed off with all this damn buffoonery n***a you ain't half the man that your daughter is soon to be I run up on him while he rocking all that j**elry Then smack the f** out of him for fooling me with all that foolery That jail time couldn't prepare you for all these bars Them credit card scams couldn't prepare me for all these frauds You wanna win this battle? You better pray to all these gods Buddha, Jesus Christ, Yahweh I say praise Allah That first one was bad, but I'd rather the sequel Cause what's on my hip look like some sh** from Resident Evil It's gon look like the OJ scene after he developed that evil But this glove's a tight fit, now I'm Mike Vick k** his dogs cause my arms great with the Eagle I be over n***as heads, my sh** just too mean bro Like for example, if he say he sitting on pies and he triple beamed up That's the only thing he did his whole life to get his cream up Then he's depending on that 'caine more than Mr. Peanut f** everything about this b**h's existence You knew you was gon lose before you got here Well just blame that on your woman's intuition Every time he f** a b**h all his women's in to wishing That for five minutes they could lend that sh** a couple inches Stop all this fictional sh** bout your Glock nine How you whipping the rock and seen more pots then a n***a dyslexic staring at a stop sign That sh** I'm not buying But on the contrary if he say he slung dimes, he was (?) I flew up to Jers' I said, "I thought you n***a Sigs burst and y'all flare Tecs?" Them motherf**ers wasn't Crip with Squidwards clarinet f** outta here n***a... [Round 2: Tsu Surf] He must think I'm Micro-soft, he ain't got the Word about Surf Them n***as softer than sheep a**, they ain't heard/herd about Surf So clip on the bottom, top got the beam All black hoodie and the mask off of Scream Lock pick his door, "Eeehhhh!" I was about to let it ring But I ain't wanna hit his mother with a rocket, yah mean? (Yao Ming) Tore his mans down, check down the hall, Sig gon' let it fly he getting 'em all I'll push the door open, he'll be sh**ting his draws Before he can say, "What the-" knock his head through the wall Modern day Jason, Steve Irwin, Hannibal He gon die trying to f** with these animals Mac's, nine's, uzi's, we got all kind of Tecs Amber alerts, code reds, I'm talking bout bomb threats Yeah we dress like Crips, but we roll like Saddam's set The only remains gon be the footage, like The Blair Witch Project I notice everybody popping til you crack 'em So for they garlic bread I call my Italians, whack 'em! This Goodfella get Joe Pesci'd, they'll find him in a ditch n***a You got Adam's Apple with Eve's p**y, you lil b**h n***a All these battle rap characters talking bout how they tools spit But wouldn't aim at any bar with a pool stick Everything I got in the clip, watch this fool get Cause over the cake that thing spread, this nine like Cool Whip Okay let's say he did have a 40, he wouldn't pull it I see his son like, "wa**up lil n***a? You wanna play hot potato, with a bullet Ask about me, on the set, I'm the reason that these nerds dying Check his Twitter, that's the only time his bird's flying My lil b**h I'm f**ing from Detroit told me he soft And he'll be lying if he ever say his Tec's spit And if we looking for the first n***a to hit the door When them slugs fly, then exit/X it The shells is for these guys, the swag's for the hoes If I do catch a body, they gon need another bag for your nose He getting pissed on, pistol whipped if that clip drop 12 in his nugget, just load it and the clip hot Fresh up in New York, yeah I'm new up in this spot Grip Glocks long range I'm like Chauncey when that Knick pop Let me find out he sending that Carmelo n***a like me might be close to his home So I'm side clapping like Spike Lee I'ma tell you the truth, you ain't there n***a Ain't nothing III in your DNA, same Factor I look and see fear n***a Like, "Aye b**boo", you looking at a bear n***a! Y'all pretty girls rock, a club of b**hes Smack said, "Surf, what you think of X?" I said 0, hugs and kisses But I shouldn't even spit that, that's why I'm underrated now Cause ain't no telling when y'all get that Or sh** like, mini T nines that's them lower case Tecs I cap Glocks and these caps lock, watch me lower case X Few choppers when we lurking, couple vests when we mobbing A church going man doesn't want trouble So Algebra 2's the only time you'll see X in a problem He smoking coke [?] think this boy riffing I f** around and get domestic charges the way I beat Factor like a jealous boyfriend He trapping? Let me find out he getting green on the porch I walk up like, "Aye youngin you got a dime?" Then give 'em nine like a fiend coming short Jersey! [Round 3: X-Factor] I'm a martyr, I'll slaughter your father If we beefing you better throw a vest on your daughter I'm done playing your little game First two rounds kept your audience entertained I showed I'll k** you in a fair equal exchange Without compromising myself without or jeopardizing my name But now I'll do me, I'll k** him with some punchlines I'll even use a couple URL battle styles since it's crunch time f** it, we could have a lil trivia, make it a fun time I'll even drop they name in a bar at least one time But first let me go in You can't fade me so if y'all say it's a tie I'm laughing My goons all blazers, if my style he try and jack it/jacket But y'all know he ain't built/belt that's why his bars all slacking If he stop he getting socked, Stacey, I'm Adam So I want this battle over and that toe y'all got, tag it That n***a already well suited for that casket But I ain't done yet, you must heard I'm hot dog, who want it? I tell 'em catch up/ketchup but never relish in the moment Want beef? I'll put cheese and lettuce on his onion Find your b**h, my pickle in her buns by the morning Yeah, I'm the best to touch a microphone This lil micro f*g sound like my micro clone You ain't tough, your body ain't got a psycho bone in it And you too timid, need to leave that mic alone Type of n***a to get nervous when that fight is on Bowel movement, bladder loosen when it strike his dome You'll piss your pants when that pipe is drawn So in your jeans we'll see (C) you (U) pee (P), no Styrofoam I was (?) now I ain't content until I'm bent and I'm f**ing Halle n***a Your b**h get out of line, you better check her like Rally's n***a I'm off that plane lame yes, fresh from Cali n***a Chrome pop, dome shot, and stretch 'em like Bally's n***a I hope your f**ing grandmother dies of liver cancer Same day is the worst day your daughters birthday She dies in an earthquake in cla** becoming a river dancer You a b**h to me, you walk with a switch and see Don't push me cause you're more p**y than a hysterectomy I grab his gal, f** her well, she scratch my back til she break her nails She s** my dick then lick his lips but I told her never kiss and tell Now that's the battle rap motto to follow Cause those Verbs were slick as Ice but still sharp as a Hollow I'm not playing with you little f**s no more n***a I'm fed up I'll let Cortez escape d**h and tell Tec to keep his head up So you is just a sacrifice for them F up's, I'm saying You better start to praying that I mess up My n***a's all nuts, no Payday It's like s** in the fifth month, they'll cause a melee Them fours bend like a d**h day morning, no day break I'm on the run, catch me in Florida sun, I'm JJ I'm the best rapper known as a Tec clapper And I keep that snub that got a nose like X-Factor I got them hollow heads, leave him with a hollow head Have his mom's crying like Rocky cause Apollo dead I just fat b**h bungee cord snapped on this n***a I just fat b**h bungee cord snapped on this n***a Honestly I'm outmatched for this n***a I f** around put the pump to the back of this n***a And squeeze until there's lunch on the lap of this n***a This battle I take it with ease And by the way he had steak, mash potatoes and broccoli bacon with cheese When that four blaze, duck! You lil' old faced f** f** outta here [Round 3: Tsu Surf] Tsunami was supposed to take an L y'all, but it won't be today But you gon need Charlie Clips giving you tips If 500 n***as screaming, "Get 'em the f** outta here", cause losing ain't in my DNA Clip on the bottom, neck where the strap at I smell p**y... we'll find where these cats at Aim for what? I just swing when I bat that And hold 52 like a deck, so he at least gon get the gold and black Jack I want the homies, I want the kids, I want any of that man kin He trying to surf a tsunami, question is can that man swim? So by these [?] I call the goons and say, "Eli" That mean shoot whatever that man in (Manning) See the sports bars keep it undercover Like, like, like grab the Rondo, give 'em Odom and save Joe Johnson for his mother Or take that extra Amare Stoudamire and bring the Phoenix Give em throwback Wizard's until the barrel Gilbert Arenas I could give a f** how hot is cause I make it a wet summer You in my way, well I ain't talking about your mother's boyfriend's son When I say you gotta step, brother If he did have a strap, I'll look him in the face with the gun Cause he wouldn't play action if he was faking a run If I'm coming I'm coming you ain't gotta invite me over Twin 32 six shot with the spin loader Holster under the arm in case I gotta clean the odor Heard you was eating I'm in his crib like a freeloader He in the house like leggings and a tu-tu Laughing in Nicki Minaj voice, every bar be (Barbie) plastic No cremation in it cause all I'm leaving is ashes Everybody Macho Man til it's ding ding with a Savage Knew your b**h was cheating but you thought your man was involved Til she slid out her thong and had sand in her draws Son of a beach, yeah she was Surfin, multi-tasking taking pictures Posing, gagging, slurping, swallowing, burping Her head game's a wrap we nicknamed her Turban Then I got the drop from Turban, heard where he might be She said just look for a big nose n***a in a HP white T But you gotta be quiet cause if he sense trouble he might flee So I put the silencer on the chopper, bet he can't hit a K like me You got a Elf swag with Santa's nose Catch up with his wifey, slam her blows Wap hold 100, hand him those Ankle shots, his b**h get low cut; Amber Rose Oh Miles your mans? Miles your mans? Will he ride? Will he bang with you? Will he still be alive to describe when them real n***as came for you? Will he run, jump, use his chest when I aim for you? He will? sh** he must have the heart of Bruno Mars Cause he gon catch a grenade for you I told my n***as fall back, I got it, let me handle 'em Then show up with that mask in Detroit and let it RIP, Hamilton! It made CNN, news reporter said it was something bad Cops discover X, but only found V cause I only left his upper half His legs flipped, his neck ripped, and his chest spin Boy you would think I was Magneto the way I swing metal at X Men Scud missiles, rocket launchers, sound like I'm letting grenades off Go ahead and try what? But that thing got a beam like Cyclops with the shades off Safe to say I ain't running when the beam got him You could be fast as Sonic, that .45 will knock all his damn rings out him He'll be Ghost, Pat Swayze, knock his soul out his frame The cops will find X far, like if I shot the C, T, 0 out his name Baseball glove, snow suit, regular strap He in the car, I'm in his backseat, metal to clap By the time you notice it's too late, melon will splat Six from me, Lebron James, he look better in black Everybody think they nice, let me train y'all Remember what I said in the first round about the Spalding? I brought the same ball, give 'em 30 from long range Got the crowd [?] Last point I pump fake, jab, pump fake, pump fake, jab Then hit Holla with the game ball Ball Game!