Kenny Bauer / Carlos Regrets

[Intro: Sample, DYSTOPIAN.]
And now, this is [?], the moment we all been waiting for
It is time, introducing Lion of Brownsville, New York, USA who just came
The heavyweight undisputed champion of the world
Iron Mike
It's time
You called my clueless brother on the way to work to talk about our past

[Verse 1]
I recently showed Danté Lawyer Up
You can't talk on Zato's opinion, did you rob stores with us? (Hell nah)
Danté said you offended by this clone rapper
In less than a month, your ho will ask me to go faster
My brodie Tony told me I'm handing you out some clout now
You ain't know what me and homie did as kids around town
Carlo can't admit to his past
It's kinda sad how you aim for girls with low self esteem, that need to back down
Trusting Carlo with your heart, that's like trusting a drink
That's like trusting R. Kelly not to piss on your face
After dropping Riverside, call up Nino and Zay just to let 'em know
Mention Mr. Lasley, I should kill you, but I'll let it go
Shit, he's just a little rapper trying with a pen that's broke
Had to flex the numbers just to make his diss a little nice
Talking 'bout my 67 fans when you have 25
Check up on your weak homie
Hanging from a tree, lonely
Frame it as a suicide, then fuck it since, and keep going
Fuck his moms and tell his dad he has a little dick
Get it in your mother's panties, guess compared to how I'm free throwing
Tired, but I keep going
Like it when she deep-throat it
Kenny by your side would glaze my shit until his knees broken
Everytime he asked me for advice, I told him keep focus
Keep focus
So you claimed six people fucked me and I'm just a bop
Not like six people jumped me while walking down the block
And I got tired tryna make it to a dead end
Found some homies two years fucking later, they all dead friends
Claiming Tokio ain't fuck with me, hilarious (It's hilarious)
He just thinks you ain't a problem, he ain't care for this
Throw some punches, proved to me that you all got some
But bet you ain't surviving the other end of a shotgun (Shotgun, shotgun, shotgun)

[Interlude]
My fam, there's no respect for you
My brother thinks you're hilarious
And, uh
Now he's informed
So uh, don't show your face around here

[Verse 2]
How you talk about my homies when you never spoke?
How you think you won the battle?
Shit, your life's a joke
Stacey ain't a bop, you're just an idiot (God damn)
It's funny, while y'all still were together, she wished I pity him
I'm back to breaking down, I'm too busy for no completion
Pissing on your grave, it's just a shame
Go back to washing dishes
Atleast I'll tell my kids I'm up, I'm really not a bitch
Kenny gotta tell 'em why they broke and they not so rich