​champions

[Intro]
Match found!
(Salem)
The battle begins! Prepare yourself!

[Verse 1]
I'm, plantin' the bomb, you mothafuckas fail the retake
Bitch, we on a streak, we catchin' dubs because the team's great
Yo' chain is fake, yo' neck is green, you fuckin' cheapskate
Pop him in his face, so fuckin' hard he feel his teeth ache
Wintertime, you can go, bitch I been through it all
Back then caught him ackin', bullets flew through the the hall
And now these cheesy ass rappers prolly sue for a brawl
Thinkin' that you got the heat, you fuckin' chewin' it off
And now you chokin' it, roll you up, I'm tokin' it
Pussy keep a weapon, but it's useless if he showin' it
Homie you ain't smokin' shit, better get to stowin' it
Hide ya' bitch and all the money, then get down before explosions hit
Who you know wit' more shooters then Tom Clancy?
Know I heard 'em dissin', keep the Glock where it's handy
Movin' up a brick, I'm movin' salt, and rock candy
When I'm fuckin' on ya' bitch, I got her poppin' on plan B, tell ya' slut to unhand me

[Verse 2]
24K's, I ain't talkin' 'bout karats
If we had a fuckin' fight, should be proud of ya' merit
If the shoe fit, fuck 'em, let 'em keep it to wear it
'Cause the lately all the fuckin' oppies, wanna chirp like a parrot
They can't compete, it's apparent, they in the bleachers, and starin'
Bitch, I bring the heat, delete, and cause deceit without carin'
I'm too elite to compare, I mix the beat with the snare
Bitch, I'm ridin' down ya' street, discretely, keepin' it there
Because I know that you was fed fucked
Knew it from the jump, I'd have to be the one to step up
Like a doctor, bitch, I'm givin' check ups
Pastor preach the peace, until the oppies trynna set up
Pop a glocky durin' morning sermon
Pastor said that I'm disgusting, more than vermin
I'm sick as shit, I can feel my fuckin' body turnin'
Drop a clip, walk off the scene and leave my homie burnin'

[Outro]
Victory!