Coffee Brown vs. B Magic

[Round 1: B Magic]
Yo, yo, yo, yo
I say, it's not about the cream
I mean I'm really 'bout to black, Coffee
Fuck a battle, bitch - bend over
I'm tryna fold ya (Folger's) back, Coffee
They had to pay a nigga star bucks (Starbucks) to be exact, Coffee
Mustard and ketchup pa-
Who the fuck asked for you to rap, Coffee?
Back off me, Coffee better stay grounded
She ate close to 10 - you know you better stay rounded
Punch King, one of Geechi hoes tryna knock me down
Told her she was Ill - Na, Na, you think you Foxy, Brown?
I'm Creed punchin' in a Rocky round
Shit, I'll knock your melon in (melanin): you'll get bodied, Brown
Stay woke
Back word-flippin', better take notes
St. Louis - no, it's not a farm, but we raise GOATs
First thing I did was get coffee in the mornin'
Brainstormin' on how I'd gеt Coffee into mournin'
Alarmin', Boston Celtic right up in the place
That mеan I wanna make a (Wanamaker) .9 shoot right up in your face
Old-school, I'm the kid who just like to start somethin'
I'm the fader like the Lakers: you don't wanna start, Cousin
Back me in a corner and I might just start dumpin'
Somethin' fly outta Coffee (Coffey) mouth like Michael Clarke Duncan
Look, I done walked The Green Mile, it's money when I step
And Bell outta the hole like I'm runnin' for the Jets
This gon' be a hot winner, not because it's sunny in the West
Spit your guts up - bitch, I'll blow your tummy through your neck
Type of chick to set you up and put a blackmail out
Have bullets chasin' your ribs until your back bail out
She a thot, had niggas fuckin' 'til her tracks fell out
At Coffee crib, they used to call that bitch the Maxwell House!
Tell URL to stop playin' wit' me
Gave me Coffee Brown, for real? So what you sayin' to me?
Prob'ly won't knock none off wit' a damn semi
But a (Butter) knife will leave you spreaded - damn Skippy
Hold it down
Bitch, is you ready or what?
I asked for Twork, they gave me a twerker - you petty as fuck!
Call me out? Bitch, you thought that I was Nelly or what?
I muzzle 'em (Muslim) when I point - you seen Belly or what?
Check me out, they got me greetin' Coffee wit' a mug
She say she Crip? Well, 'round this time of the month, she wit' the Bloods
We thug, niggas gonna know that we air slugs
Have Brown dog catchin' bullets like Air Bud
Can you hear me? I shoulda popped a rocket out wit' steer
Caught a Drac' (Drake), yep, started from the bottom, now I'm here
Wild chrome, to this clown zone, just to pow bones
If you want it, then say it: I'm gettin' Brown stoned (Brownstone)
It's B Magic posted up wit' these .45s
Just know it's Magic when they tell you that the show arrived

[Round 1: Coffee Brown]
1,920 days I been a baby mom, I mean, the shit crazy
That man be naggin' me daily
So don't come tryna drug-talk me, Magic
I had enough of niggas tellin' me how to handle these babies
Don't come tryna tell me what I say or how I move
If you think I do a lot for the 'Gram, bitch nigga ain't seen what a fiend do
I'm cocky, too
You insecure: I seen Conceited qualities was too much for you
So don't come wit' no fake angles tryna lie or say that I ain't bad, fool
'Cause the fact remain I still look better than the Black bitch that had you
My pussy better than hers, I'm more successful than her, and I never fed my son off SNAP food
So say some shit I don't like
I'mma have my niggas put hands and feet on you - don't try me
They ain't seen a bitch wit' a stick handle Magic like this since Hermione
Understand there was no worthy bitch, so they brung this unworthy bitch as a fill-in
Let me just say I'm not impressed, nigga, you ain't give us that feelin'
They put Magic on my plate like I can't eat, nobody got me winnin'
I'm a single mom - I been makin' Magic a plate before Thanksgiving
Good bitch: I let him rest after I bring the mill' (meal) in
Big guns, stick so big, my mouth watering to make it bust
I found my next victim, he a fuckin' doofus
You know what happen to Magic after we shoot it?
It's debunked: they'll never believe in Magic again after they see through it
Body shots give him joint damage: beware of old age
PETA protestin' my case, they like, "It's barbaric...how she abused dog cage!"
Or put the .40 on him - old nigga, where ya ways?
Or buck-fifty - broke nigga, where ya wage?
You not like that
Is he fuckin' kidding me?
Fuck bein' from Missouri streets
I'm a street bitch - that's misery!
You know who you crossin', God?
I been in these streets, I've walked more niggas down than crossing guards
I will beat yo fuckin' ass, nigga - that's not a bar
Wanna know why they don't feel ya bars?
'Cause you don't mean that shit, Magic, they filler bars
I'm ten toes down in this shit, so they feel the bars
When this semi start, voila
Magic, rip-off: it's not a card
Anything you heard about me? Assume it true
I fight barefoot in the street, I spin the block on the body to reshoot
I'm wit' DVs, too, bust a move
Nigga better took Tory Lanez's signs and don't try to punch wit' a Hot Girl
You better shoot!
Or I'm thrashin' you
This nigga 'bout 5-foot in my best heels - I'm trashin' you
I got more domestic charges than passport stamps
These hands be flyin' national!
I black, Magic, in real life or actual life
Afterlife, it's no runnin'
You say I'm known to suck and bust? No, I make these suckas bust
Then succubus: take a nigga soul from him
Fuck he talkin' 'bout!?
I'll have his jibs all over the floor if them crocs is out
Watch your mouth
This Black man pride gon' make me put a end to all that Wild n' Out
Fuck he thought?
I was at home worried about vibrators or lettin' a nigga hit?
Fuck no! I was at home teachin' myself how to stuff like a Build-a-Bear kit
Don't come talkin' that vet shit! You'll get no credit!
Try to swerve in my lane, shit get hectic
.22 in front of B: I'll make a freeway exit!
Or I'll cook him up on the left side, the blade ain't get settled in
I moved it on up to the East side like The Jeffersons!
Nah! Nah!
You can't tell me nothin', I know he bluffin'
This nigga can't speak on me here
You barely get booked like 40 judgin'
Fuck he thought!?
This small room where I'll show I'm overwhelmingly too much for dudes
Pistol-whip, wit' a baby .9
Now Slim Reda ain't the only bitch wit' a little butt in front of you
Now this just Round 1...bitch nigga, get comfortable

[Round 2: B Magic]
Aight...anywho...
Alright, this rat, she say she bossy
A rat...say she bo-
I done fucked up in a couple of my raps, they say it cost me
I had to shake it off me
Now I'm back, I say it godly
Get decapitated, now call her "Decaffeinated Coffee"
Are you ready?
Man, get this pussy checked like T.I. broad
Or get a kid popped wit' a MAC (Mack) like T-Boz daughter
This slaughter, do dumb shit just to say y'all worthy
I got a piece wit' your name on it like the playoff jerseys
Who told Coffee she could go rap for rap?
Now she wanted dead on a shirt like Cactus Jack
Let me catch yo' ass outside, Coffee, and that's a wrap
I circle back around with the arms like the Cabbage Patch
Is that a cap? Naw
I say, I circle back around with the arms like the Cabbage Patch
Matter fact, I ain't even gotta clap the MAC
I'm eatin' mills off of the Drac' (Drake) like "Back to Back"
Check me out, I got a .40 and a .9 wit' me
That mean I cruise (Crews) wit' the hammer like John Henry
Quick punches, off tops
Mafia, get your boss knocked
Who else wanna get hauled (Halls) off when I get Coff' (cough) dropped?
Magic bust the steel (steal) like a mall cop!
I say, let's bump heads all over a body like smallpox
Let God box, but the opp' ain't no competition
I'll let somethin' slip your mind if I forgot to mention
Stand over you - you understand? It ain't no comprehension
I say, get robbed and I'll leave ya (Aaliyah) on the set like Donnie Simpson
.223s: Scottie Pippen
Get yo' abs ripped up, it's not for body fitness
Small box, they still wonderin' how yo' body fit in this
Get big-headed wit' these hoes like Rocky Dennis
I'm that old
Boy, my gun do trouble
Hustle, me, and T family, bitch, we come through bubble
And you ask (axe) anybody, I got a Kung Fu Hustle
I could rewrite The Art of War
Bitch, I'm a Sun Tzu double
My mask on, take it off and air cases
Pull up, hop out the blue, bare-faced it
Don't say shit
.45 rounds get 'em all torched
Swing iron: bitch, I'm Nate Dogg on the golf course
Hol' up
I say, uh...
I say, run up if you Ruthless
To be honest (Giannis), I throw Bucks
They raised bread, so to take Coffee, the dough nuts (donuts)
I am nice, still ahead
(*ch-ch*) Put steel to head
"They can know, as long as they can't prove it", is what the killer said
Nigga, from the tracks to the battles, I'll kill 'em dead
Bitch, I'm the future in the booth like Bill & Ted
I been nice
Lemme show that I am, right?
I'm what the game waitin' for like Glen Rice
I say, go on and catch up the beat
I say "Glen Rice" only because I'm clutchin' Heat
Coffee Brown versus Yoshi - who can ho better?
Bitch, you a Facebook stripper, you should know better
Just don't push me, I am no killer
I'll leave super stitches (superstitious) in this pole-splitter
It's B Magic posted up wit' these .45s
Just know it's Magic when they say that the show arrived

[Round 2: Coffee Brown]
You think you the queen, B
The nerve of him...
Ever since Fox marked you out, this nigga think he Lil Kim
I'm from the real Mafia, bitch
Wit' a .50, I'll take all his shit
Every ounce, every brick, come back, do it all again
'Cause...well, if I could hit once, then I could hit twice if I got Magic Stick!
I came to show y'all I'm really like that, and that's it
COVID-19 in school, Coff' (cough) killin' your peers
Now we finna make a classic (class sick)
Don't come wit' no smoke and mirrors tonight, I ain't havin' it
You better pull a rabbit out the hat or pay
Either way, Magic tricks
If he talk nice, I could be good to you, be your lil' bad bitch
Or you could see shit get ugly quick when I grip a stick like a catfish!
I keep these tools on me, and I work 'em like a handyman
I fuck around and shoot a scene outta B (bee) face
Now he Candyman
You can talk that "Don't live that life" shit to them other bitches
Not me, though
Got caught with so many chops on my body, they think I'm emo
I give a fuck where you from
To me, you a little fella
And if he wanna ball, then he get the pump
Now Magic waitin' for 12 and a miracle like Cinderella
I know what you bang
I did this so you don't forget
That I'm the bitch that'll really put this on a Crip, and that's on the set
Pistol-whip his bitch right where she lay her head
Then take a pic
It look like I.C.E bitch: I butt a head (butterhead) in bed
I don't know who told you I'm the one to play wit', but I ain't the fuckin' one
I'll kidnap Hitman, Verb, his mama, her only son
Horton Hears a Who!
They ain't believe I had a whole city in my fuckin' trunk
You ain't harder than me, and it ain't hard to tell
I been in jail, still did more numbers in the box than Excel
You so frail
Get a feel for me and detail
These hands put knots all on a nigga: they tryna read Braille
I know he was cryin' to URL to battle another nigga, just like these females
Then agreed to take my battle for the money...oh, you a female
I'm rich for real
Got packs for pickup, or we mail
You know my fuckin' body, nigga...
Don't play wit' us
I'll get rid of a drug baby quicker than Jay Love
Hectic shit! Reck-less!
I was checkin' in wit' a P.O. 'fore I ever had a mailbox or a residence
I'm so mean!
My first 60 was mounted to the wall like a flatscreen!
I had them seeds in the basement, nigga, growin' under the flo'
Just me and fo' niggas...we was them Kids Next Door!
Dark web, Scamela Anderson, they know now
I don't have a verified Caffeine account, but Coffee the plug for verified profiles
Oh, wow! Ain't that some shit!?
These bitch niggas hate my Instagram sales, but instant grams made me rich!?
Peggy Ann Freeman: I'm the first Black bitch to step like this
Mafia shit

[Round 3: B Magic]
I say, um...alright, okay
Okay...
Let my team kick it off, and it's defeat hands-down
And as soon as you catch a bullet, you could leave land (Cleveland), Brown
I said, I'm the best
You should know it was death from the last round
Break fast, or a potato shredded to hash Brown
Back down
I tell Coffee she can see a round
I sent Coffee to meet her maker, she gon' meet the ground
Just come up outside and you gon' meet a pound
Man(n), family gettin' shot when I Meet The Browns
I am super nice
Give everything left when I use a right
Tryna shoot the fair-
Nigga, my nigga tryna shoot the fight!
Lemme catch you on live droppin' locations in my lou this light
Bitch, I'm on the 'Net for licks (Netflix), it's gon' be movie night
Do it right
I heard er'rybody touchin'
Turned "Every Fuccin' Bar" into "Everybody Fuccin'"
I am dope-dope!
Got news (noose) for ya - this is a rope-rope
Put a whole stick in her mouth - heard you the throat GOAT
Fo' sho', headshot, she go down
Shakin' my head, we gon' keep that on the d-low (D'Loe), Brown
But amigo, the heat blow, Coff-ee go down!
The card'll (carter) make money - we don't need no (Nino) Brown!
See, you a New Jack!
Face shot, get your roof clapped
Put the beats on 'em, they know Magic produced that
You come around my block and we shoot back
We'll just bury (Welch's berry) niggas like a fruit snack
3-0, fasho - will he take the spot?
They askin' for Magic like, "Hmm...could he raise the stock?"
You knew that you would die, but know I make it hot
White Men Can't Jump pump
Would he (Woody) take the shot?
I am nice-nice
Coffee Brown goin' night-night
What my holster carry (Carey) ain't Drew, but if the price right, it's night-night