Mad Battle Rapper Pt. 2 R.I.P. Captain O’Neal

Murda Mook : Yo baby, what the fuck was wrong with that nigga?

The girl : Baby what the fuck was wrong with 'em?

Murda Mook : I don't got no clue! But I know we need to get the fuck outta here
Hey, hey valet, valet! Bring my car man, can I get my car?

Valet : How you doin' sir?

Murda Mook : How you doin' man? Hey! Uh, I need my car man, here my ticket go man, please

Valet : Alright, I'll give it to my man, bring your car right around

Murda Mook : Ok then, no problem!

Guy : Hey wassup man? You thought it was over? Nigga I'm in your range rover

Murda Mook : Yo what the fuck?!

Guy : Man red rover, red rover, call [?]. Nigga I battle you 'til it's snow stars and the sun in his [?]
This motherfucking battle rapper thing he's J-Over (?), he's a fucking Jehovah, witness and vices and we couldn't even fix this if we coudldn't even do my dishes

Murda Mook : Man get the fuck outta my car!

Welcome to my life