Key: Ab major
Intro 1
G
Bm
G
Verse 1
your bets still chill
G
Am
get the hell out his face
more trembling bass
I'm like a lion's roar,
stomp your head to the floor
All your
MC's ain't nothing, so get out the door
I'm a cold -blooded rapper
when it comes to a diss
Am
G
I wrote this rhyme, now you are pissed
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha,
Ha, ha,
You thought that was just money?
Here's the battle royale
Well, I'm the
F
Lord
G
C
Sucker
F
G
MCs, so place your bets
Am
C
Put your money on me,
F
C
MCs, I eat for dinner
G
Dm
Chumps like you are allergic to life
you'll be slayed on sight
So I keep slayin' chunks,
cause it's my turn
G
C
Sucker, if you stay in the battle,
let the third degree burn
the king's has arrived
The
Lord and
Chris is back and we're takin' no jive
Boy, you're naffy here to suck us
when I'm coast to coast
But before we start this battle,
watch your body but soul
And if you take off them jeans in the corner,
they'll win
You jumped on my dick
when I stepped on the scene
I told you you were good,
but I sold you a dream
I'm back for my revenge,
a bunch of tribes are dead
This rhyme is for you,
now you are pissed
Words out of magazines,
some words out of songs
Go far without the reggaeton
but most of mine's are moist
Chillin' at a party, tryna play
LL
Grabbed a whole two of drums,
he said, man, you smell
C
G
Got on the reggaeton,
the rock real strong
C
F
G
The next time it turned around,
all the people were gone
This jam is big, I'm not kidding
Kamasa's on the tables and it's
cuts off a bidding
Kicking it lots,
so put your feet on the pedal
The first ones to beat us,
they were sure to get a medal
Bm
We make all our music all across the land
and the hip -hop mans
When we chill at the party,
we provide the juice
And if you think we can't rap,
well, here's your proof
Your rap has been spelled,
and your voice is a mystery
Me and
Howl
Lord are legends in history
Play right,
Mariah, put yourself in a trap
Set fire to your ass, you will burn like crack
Sit down for a while,
and you try to get cooler
call me a nigga
You'll escape from the battle,
but your trouble gets bigger
Put down the mic, let's go a one -on -one
I knock ya out,
but chillin' ya would be fun
Cuz I'm a cold -blooded rapper,
when it comes to a diss
I wrote this rhyme, now you are pissed
Ha -ha -ha -ha, ha -ha -ha -ha
You thought that worthless money
Well, get off the mic,
cause your death is near
G
Am
F
With a rhyme from one through ten,
I could end your career
F
C
And if a chump try to front,
then he'll just get slayed
You come to battle me, well,
preach your doom
You might survive the battle,
but you'll suffer the wounds of
Having to lose against the
Bb
Lord,
Many
If you persist on to rhyme,
Like the planet needin' water,
the sunlight, the sea
Like a cake, it's delicious,
the wheat is nutritious
Reporting for duties,
C
G
that's what I tell the bitches
like a toilet, I'll flush
F
G
If you persist on to rhyme,
your head will bust
DJs will get burned
Cause good
F -Lenny is what I be
you step from
Impact
T
I'm strong,
and I'm built like a powerhouse
And if you ever try to battle,
Cause
M &M peanut is what I like most
Nova
Scotia
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