O-Red vs. Ill Will

[Round 1: Ill Will]
Vegas, what up? (What up!?)
Y'all can't imagine the type of situation that I'm in
I'm Wesley Snipes in Undisputed (Why?)
They bringin' the Champion to my pen
In which I feel I got one of the best in battle rap
But y'all wanna make me the head bully
And Beasley said it's that time of the month, so I gotta see this Red pussy
What's poppin', Champ?
Let's see who got the pen, and decipher it
Pssh...what's poppin, Champ?
Let's see who got the sickest pen
Fuck ten bands at the end of the year...when a nigga can sign a contract and get it then
That talk stop now, and it's full of truth
They wonder how much that belt cost...
I wonder if it's bulletproof
I come from a horrible land
I'll lay dormant and plan
Shooter? We wouldn't see Red peel (pill) out of Morpheus hand!
But you got a lot of sports bars
I used to shoot for real and shoot for real
The best wit' guns
Which means I could throw you an alley or get you left in one!
Oh, but you the bomb, though!?
I'm prepared for this
I'm talkin' George Bush in the classroom, waitin' on the terrorists
If he come to Pontiac, you'll be scared to piss
He actin' cocky, so he the one I'll air a-
I'll come to yo' hood wit' it on me, my nigga
See what the braggin' 'bout
Y'all remember Stacy, girlfriend was askin' for the condoms?
I got one Magnum out
Dawg actin'
These K-9 tri- dog actin'
And I'll beat yo' ass like those Crips did when you was false-flaggin'
You remember that?
Words can turn to violence real quick
That effect'll domino after
Think Smokey - if I'm at yo' door wit' the shits, I bet yo' mama won't answer!
Itchin' at his head: curious
Fo'-fo' through the door wit' the Tre up: Furious!
See these (CD's)? Both airs (ears) off: I ain't hearin' it!
This bitch cranky, but if she ready to bust, then ain't no mo' Red - period!
OK, the lead is blown
Yeah, Red, it's on
I came in your house, his bitch had on a reddish thong
I walked in, tried to read the vi-
BOW! Too late, Red, it's gone
She holdin' Red up like, "Red, it's wrong!"
Then she get the TECs (text) right after - BLAOW!
She must've read it wrong
You 'bout to wild out on me? I ain't believin' that
We in Vegas...I got a rule that (roulette) if you put the .357 on Red, he can't even black!
That's real shit!
And I know you real pissed
Asked for a DNA test and got diagnosed wit' some Ill shit!
Demon and misfit
(*chk-chk*) Ain't nobody speakin' in this bitch
.40 hit his kidney - BOW! - look like he was reachin' for his shit
Vers' Ave, you wore a nightgown
Vers' Bigg K, you wore a sundress
Next, it's gon' be a miniskirt
But when I pull up in the van, Red dead, then the Mini skrrt!
I assume, Red, want his moon red
What I do wit' the fif'? Lunar eclipse: it'll moon Red!
The Grimmest Reaper, spillin' liters
Netflix, Hulu: same clips, different features!
Relentless shit
I’m in this bitch, so I’ll catch him and his family in his shit
Lift the fif’, spit the shit
Hit his chick, hit any witnesses
Then left Red over all (overall): Dennis the Menace fit!
Oh, but you the GOAT, tho’! That’s OK wit’ me
Just stay away from me
I’m higher than GOAT status, I’m a Major Key
I’m Magic Johnson - the illest nigga in the game, and the GOATs play for me

Oh, I’m like that wit’ y’all!? I’m like that wit’ y’all!?

Aye, but look, perfect strap
Erase his features: that verse was wack
But this my “I don’t give a fuck” strap
This my problem toolie
Even when I’m sleep, it’s a deuce and (seducin’) me in the bed like how yo’ mama do me
One punch, you gon’ need Ice Cubes if I Deebo Red
I know what y’all thinkin’
“Friday - Red gon’ cry in the car”
But naw, it’s a Saturday - Red gon’ die in the car!
Encountered, outnumbered, outmastered, dismembered, disappeared
I burst rounds
Once we- naw, I’mma wait ‘til the third round
YakTown in this bitch

[Round 1: O-Red]
Ayo, Myron!
This for my man Butter doin’ life in the box
I will snap
This Will cat gon’ get killed - facts
Basically, what I kinda meant (condiment)?
It’s lookin’ like a disaster (Dizaster) for Ill, Mackk (Illmac)
These Midwest niggas nice
These Midwest niggas nice, right? But I’ll scope ‘em down still
It’s your turn now
No need for you to mope around, Ill
David Spade, Grown Ups 2 when I throw around steel
Big round bodyin’ Will (body in wheel): “It’s goin’ downhill!”
I got options: I could turn this to an O.J. scene
Or just hang Will (wheel) from a tree like a homemade swing!
I’m really vicious
His homies gon’ fall apart any minute
Them niggas bound to be divided when Willie Lynchin’
You gassed up!
I told Smack, “Pay me the bread. I’ll leave that boy sleep”
Small Soldiers: a couple chips could make the toys speak
O block’ll leave him on O Block like the boy Keef
Find this nigga dead in Chicago if Ill annoy (Illinois) me!
Will, you gassed up like you some type of Pontiac issue
You wouldn’t air O-Red (arrow red) wit’ a Pontiac symbol
Bring Pontiac wit’ you - I’mma ride like a Grand Am
And fire birds (Firebird) on your ‘hood like a Trans-Am
This shit a Grand Slam!
Lemme see - one, two, three, four - yup, Grand Slam
I’m sendin’ four home when I use the pipe
Doug Pederson: I could make an Eagle look super nice
Cop-killers cruise through Kevlar
If I shoot it right, that vest’ll (vessel) disappear - this triangle Bermuda-like
I dump iron!
If one flyin’, a chump dyin’
Ratchet hold six like Badu when her son cryin’
Nah, nah, I said I dump iron, one flyin’, a chump dyin’
Six - that mean Seven by dude (Badu) when her son cryin’
I said, BAH!
The other six I clap kill them bitches
Indo style: whoever back Will (wheel) get lifted!
I mean business when I’m lettin’ the tool burst on this fool turf
Shootin’ the Calico(e) in an “R.I.P. Boon” shirt!
I’ll rob him for that back half Smack gave him, and it’s a go
Take his lil’ money and bet it on a ten-to-fo-
See how I went from ridin’ all on the Yak to bettin’?
That’s a bar, but he ain’t catch it
Ride on a Yak: Tibetan?
I aim at his midsection
Let it ring, Ill open (elopin') in Vegas - I guess the ratchet ain’t want the big weddin’
Elopin’ in Vegas - I guess the ratchet ain’t want the big we-!?
I’m a heavyweight
Who you and yo’ bench pressin’?
I got a left hook strong as an instant
This big bitch get a chin dent
One (*smack*) leave Will (wheel) wobblin’ like the rim bent
Then I’m back in my killa mood
Lift the tool, put so many holes in Will (wheel), he’ll need a whole ‘nother inner tube
Talkin’ like he’ll slump Red
I dump lead
Silencer, right by Will (wheel)...look like a stunt peg!
Pew! Pew!
I said, I cause blowback when the can’ spittin’
Now Will thoughts on the machine: that’s Transcendence
I’ll body him and that fake-ass Kevin Durant wit’ ‘im
You be actin’ tougher than Ray-
You gassed up, my man?
Why you actin’ tougher than Ray-Ray when Bobby Johnson left the block?
I bear arms, Berettas, Glocks, and Wessons, akh
Fah pah the dah hah, ah lah hah pah
BAH! Wah the stah, then wah mah chah drah!
Everybody stand patient
I know the battle just started, but fuck it, here go that (Translation!)
I said, your man over there actin’ tougher than Ray-Ray when Bobby Johnson left the block
I bear arms, Berettas, Glocks, and Wessons, akh
Fuck pointin’ the deuce here, I’ll let a Heckler pop
BOW! One to the sternum, then Willie man chest’ll (Manchester) drop
No respect for opps
I said, look-
He still talkin’! That’s why it’s no respect for opps!
He get slayed out this bitch!
Yeah, talk to him
Keep him in line, Will (in-line wheel), ‘fore I roll a blade (rollerblade) down his shit!
Or I could break down your bitch wit’ your ratchet
I’ll put a part in her
I load it up and lift Will back
I hope he guardin’ her
When shit get thick, I’ll back down wit’ the grip
Leave shell cases the size of crack vials on the strip
Then mimic his slogan wit’ the last round in the clip
I line it up…BOW!
It’s goin’ through YakTown and his (in this) bitch!
Ya heard me!?
Jersey!

[Round 2: Ill Will]
Before I came to URL, I was inspired by O-Red
I watched every battle, felt like he was the best nigga doin' it in the game
You feel what I'm sayin'? You can't take that from me
Far as Jersey? Best nigga there
You can't debate that wit' me
You can't debate that wit' me
But today, I just lied about everything I fuckin' said, you stupid mothafucka...
Don't get the preconceived notion that you too slick with it
My penmanship too intricate for you to deal wit' it
Ask the Bear - he still in Houston hibernatin' before the winter hit
Nigga I'm wit' it, all day, send shots his broad way
Nitty said he lost to him, but I'm like, "Dawg gay."
Fuck Red, Rum (redrum), if I'm Shining he better worry 'bout them twins in the hallway
Bro, Ave said, "30 under the .40 that's an improper fraction"
But it's a cold summer, I'm talkin' ten below summer
So the 30 under the .30, it's a whole number
The clan movin', I do a dab and throw a bullet; Cam Newton
They wonderin' when we gon' stop the damn shootin'
I ain't shy, a nigga ain't gon' stop until the transformer need a transfusion
Damn humans
AR with the mini beam, let me show you what I really mean
Nah, you were already execute-executed by Sevah (sever) that's a guillotine
You hard in yo' raps, yo' bitch know I'm hard for real, I sold hard and pills
You can't take me out with the Sig' all in the scene, I'm Hard To Kill
Who hard as Ill?
I'll come to yo' mama house
No, I mean yo' mama mama's house, with the worst bird
I'll make you give me your last words in the same house you said your first words
Fuck nigga
Actin' like he ain't got death in his face
Disrespectin' a great
Get slammed on the head, decked in the face
Hillbilly in the hood, Red neck outta place
Listen nigga, I don't care who you battle, they ain't me
I know y'all speak to me but low key, y'all hate me
I don't care if you starring in a movie about Ill Will you bet' not ever try to play me
Give his head a shot, you ain't gotta ask if he dead or not
Mama viewing the body like she color blind, don't know if it's Red or not
Bled the block, fuck a casket, I'll put an urn on Red
He ain't get them street signs so it was easy for a nigga to turn on Red
Red, you ain't 'bout scrappin' or throwin' the lead
Tell yo' bitch to come over instead
Don't be a hero, you ain't Quailman, don't let that belt go to ya head
Oh, but this nickel OD'ing, I wanna see all that and see what the shit is about
They say Red got guts, well this stick will figure it out
Blade in Red, then it'll get stuck in Red
Vital signs like a bougie bitch inbox; nothing read (Red)
I'll leave him on the tile and all (Tylenol)
Nah, that's wild goof
I got a youngin' down to twist Red cap; that's child proof
Yeah, I'm lovin' the dude
Leave Red stuck in the tomb
Play this battle at your funeral and then me and your moms go and fuck in ya room
I bring out the best on Red, put a TEC on Red
Long blade, cut the neck on Red
And drop it on him, forensics thought it was a bitch ignoring him cause everything was left on Red (read)
Yak Town in this bitch!

[Round 2: O-Red]

{O-Red talking to Smack}
My voice 'bout to go

As a battle- {stops because of his voice loss}

{2:30 minutes go by}

As a battle rap culture, for years...

{Ill Will walks off stage and Smack calls him back out to spit his third round}

[Round 3: Ill Will]
I wish I sold weed, so I could get some pounds out that nigga
Right, right, right, I ain't got no choice out this nigga
Pontiac, I done beat the voice out this nigga
We could've did whatever we wanted, you got every choice bitch
There ain't nobody here thought that you a fairy voice bitch
But before I start, I just wanna say something that ain't never been said in a bout
It look like somebody took a rusty ass bike chain, wrapped it around they fist and punched you dead in the mouth
But I watched you versus Hitman
You versus Calicoe
I'm like, man these niggas got similar topics about these bitches
I ain't no hoe though
What's wrong bro
You need a wingman to help put you on bro?
That ain't the type of shit you did to these rookies
When I say "Red", I want you to say, "Boy, we 'bout to get you some pussy."
Aye Red
(Boy, we 'bout to get you some pussy)
First Red, you gotta loosen up
Walk around any building like you own that bitch
You don't even see nobody, or even know they exist
You ain't gotta be the richest nigga, and be Money Mitch
Compliment yaself, put some glasses on that ugly shit
If she's a hoe, she's a hoe Red, and that's facts
And stop soundin' like Gilbert Gottfried when you rap
This nigga told Spee Dolla, "I'm bombin' shit, I'm kinda sick
I'll rip off Osama dick, palm the dick" - pause the shit
Now I know we all kinda cynical
But what make you sit down and rap about holding Al-Qaeda genitals?
But y'all remember them words though, right?
Encounter, outnumbered, out mastered, dismember, disappear
Cause when we encounter I knew he was outnumbered, out mastered
He get dismembered then he disappear
I'm sendin' Red
Now what do those words and me got in common?
We ending (end in) Red
I will beat his face in
Few should know that he really dead
Get it? Fuchsia?
His niggas saying, "Damn, that ain't really Red."
I got money he ain't really wit' the shit, let's get the best settled
I check metal, it's evident
The president ain't worried about Red threat level
The ready one, I'm the petty one
Thinkin' I'm worried about his pen
If Ill on him it better be Epi one
Swamme out, I'm tryin' to see what his family 'bout
Fuck a story, if Red riding through my hood, I'ma meet him at his granny house
Big Bird with the peek-a-boo
Nice surgeon that's feasible
Bullets clear to go straight through Red like emergency vehicles
I had to sit back and critique myself
Y'all remember when I told Twork "I keep the heat myself
So if I see red then I see red, don't make me repeat myself."
Everything in store
Wal-Mart, I need everything you got Red, I need a ballpark
You the transformer, right?
Well whatchu gon' do when we all spark (Allspark)
Open his mind up, I wanna see whatchu think; I'm a psychologist
But [?] will take care of ya heart; I'm a cardiologist
Draw blood from him, I'm a phlebotomist
And I'm skilled to put these niggas to sleep; anesthesiologist
I'm prepared for this, but y'all actin' like I'm the terrorist
Know I could just control his breathing, I'm a respiratory therapist
He's scared as shit
But I'm just talkin', in the medical field I'm a rookie
I'm talkin' OB/GYN with no license, I ain't supposed to be fuckin' with these pussies
Oh you mad nigga? Well I'm glad nigga
I'm just tryin' to survive
Pretty Eagle, and it's Big, Red, like it's office hours are 9 to 5
If URL was WWF, you'll be Coco Beware
Nah, which is cool, cause he brought something different in the scene
But I'll be the Undertaker of this shit, the pin (pen) different in the ring

{Ill Will starts acting like he's being possessed and speaking another language}

Nah, don't stop the damn hatin'
Don't switch the damn station
I'm 'bout to BAOW the pastor gon' give y'all that translation
Aye! I call my Jamaican
"That wasn't me on the phone with Math
Tell him to stay in his damn lane
As far as Red, he a bitch. Scared when them shots rang."
I said, "Whatchu want me to do?"
He said, "Madden 19"
I said, "What? Man, you gotta explain what you sayin'."
"Him don't wanna stand in the field will take his name out the game."
Now I killed you nigga, but I'm still ya folks
I just want y'all to know y'all go against me? Ya will get wrote
Niggas say they the best, but I kill the GOAT
Any ill will toward Ill Will, Ill Will get ill and you-
Yak Town in this bitch!

[Round 3: O-Red]
If y'all heard him rappin' earlier
Y'all heard him in his first round? He said some shit about The Woods movie
It's crazy, I was watchin' that witcha bitch
She was schemin' on the wood too
She liked my lumber jack, I could chop her (chopper) down if I fuckin' asked (axed)
Nothin' but the facts, no lyin' (lion) O ain't a Thundercat
Talk to ya lil' gunner Smack
I'm heavyweight, William lighter
Yeah Will a fighter but far from a brilliant writer
This Michigan Wolverine will get the metal, I'm William Striker
My left, will William strike him
We in Mortal Kombat but you a snitch, a cop in the game, William Stryker
But my cartridge a lil' different, [?] or Ken about it
Fei Long strap, the flame kickin' out it
Do a Street Fighter code, Heaven or Hell is what you gettin' out it
It's a down or up L, why (Y) be (B) a bitch about it?
Street Fighter code, down, R, up, L, Y, B a bitch about it
We all gotta go one day, you can't dodge it fam'
Ya mom's mom will get half the arm like a Carter jam
I'll do him very dirty, Eddie Murphy when I spark the can'
Boomerang clip with a red inf' that'll mark his grams
I said my ratchets often jam but I still love 'em
I'm down for my bitches and hoes; Bill Gluckman
I snap and get to swingin' them arms on Will's cousins
47, raise a couple of niggas, I'm Phil Drummond
You better get ghost like SP Ill 'fore I spill somethin'
Send ya body to the D.R. Ill if I drill somethin'
I'm on ya block with a K Ill, ready to kill somethin'
I'ma G it's general with that mop, I'm Will Hunting
On the soldier tip, .223 ammo, you know the shit
I leave you motionless, exit wound the size of a poker chip
He tried to run, beam over it when I'm unloadin' it
The infrared will be ya end on some Daytona shit
I push a nigga
Pusha-T, I push a nigga, get in close, then the fifth'll pop him
Let it ring all over his face; Dennis Rodman
Non-stop, I squeeze until it burn
Like Carmen Electra in '99 he'll be sleepin' with The Worms
No bullshit, trip? I'll send ya soul to the damn sky
Cans fly, and raise Will, I call it Aunt Vi'
More toys than [?] got 20 caps in it
I left ya spirit on standby, but your body pass from it, faggot bitch
You keep actin' sick
What, you say something about the Madden shit?
I ain't throw a bullet in a minute I'm Colin Kaepernick
As far as the human health, ask DNA, I'm bad for it
Toxic, and every nigga who buy yo' (bio) hazardous
We savages
Will play hero then Twork Hancock
Suge is Shannon Sharpe, hit the Yak ('gnac) then Black with a damn stock
{O-Red does his translation}
Everybody just stand patient
Cause for the second time tonight, him gon' get that motherfuckin' translation
I said, we savages
Will play hero then Twork Hancock
Suge is Shannon Sharpe, hit the Yak ('gnac) then Black with a damn stock
Even Tay Tay will be ready to let the can pop
He tried to call a Jamaican? Shoot him until it Jam Roc(k)
All my niggas-

All second verse, all second verse, all second verse

All my niggas TTG, we ain't fakin' wit' it
I drop 'em then put the boot to Will (wheel), guess he ain't pay his tickets
I keep a silencer on the strap, shit be soundin' like my voice when I be bangin' wit' it
Cause all you hear is ch-ch, ah-ah I go Jason wit' it

All second verse, all second verse, all second verse

Look at him, he gettin' fucked up and y'all can barely hear me. That's crazy. You're gettin' fucked up and they can barely hear me my nigga. Oh, I'm gettin' it back? Oh well, since I'm gettin' it back fuck it

My side piece eeeh, but my man is vicious with thick shells
I let Keshia give him the plain (plane) smoke then Kim trails (chem trails)
I aim to kill when I bang the steel
Ayo Vegas, y'all willing to let me put an extra round in his back to show him it's just my training Will (wheel)
I got another one
For years we crucified Hitman hairline, but yours just as bad dude
Your shit go further back than Arsonal and Swag do
Ya barber need to smack you
Not like literally smack you
I mean shave you bald he need to Smack you
How many grandkids you got nigga?
Cause you like talkin' 'bout pipe sparkin'
But you look like you one stroke away from a tight coffin
How old is you? 55 king?
You a light target, light cross him, pull up in J. Will'; Light Chocolate
55, King J. Will', Light Choc-
Yo, if I get the feeling that Ill feeling some ill feelings
This nigga will die, right here Ro, (hero), a real villain

{O-Red starts doing his translation again}

Yo, should I hit him with a third muhfuckin' translation?
Yo, if I get the feeling that Ill feeling some ill feelings
This nigga will die, right here Ro, (hero), a real villain
Steel peelin', I call it "gold mine" it's a real killin'
Hella bucks, center stage with the time, give will (Wheel) millions
Smack, I catch Ill and Smack walkin' out of the Vegas club
Drive-by, I'm shootin' with somethin' light that'll break his bulb
First, I'm letting 'Jesus Take The Wheel' (Will) when I spray the snub
Then Myron will follow that bitch home; Player's Club

{Smack calls time}