Rum Nitty vs. Don Marino

[Round 1: Don Marino]
Sooo NOBODY wanted to see this battle?
I mean, NOBODY?
Well to be honest, me neither
As a fan, it's hard seein' your name dwell
You had one job, stay the fuck off the card, learn how to be a main sell
Promo, brand, get paid well
Take a break, come back to raise Hell
Rum, you're supposed to be sittin' on the shelf, that's how you age well
This what you call takin' a break?
Well hardly killer, you could've been on cards that's bigger
We wanted to see you a light (lite) Rum; Bacardi Silver
Now, that shot you don't have eithеr, amnesia
We're hoping to see that onе land; Pangea
But I thought it was likely you would run
Now you and Daylyt was finally gettin' done
Damn Gina, sangria, that Grape, whing (wine-ing) over Rum
Daylyt, I know you wanna have this match, but you gotta handle facts
How could he take a break if his only income is battle rap?
So stop it, cause Christmas hurt ya pockets
Let's not play dumb
That call, you picked up in a second, Chase Young
Livin' moth to month off the same funds, don't change none
Now I gotta shut down Every Fuccin' Bar, it's Phase One
Nitty, just stay at the crib, that would've changed the tone
Have time (Tom) on the couch; Katie Holmes
Disappear, we could've wait for N.O.M.E
Go ghost Rum; Davy Jones
But no, he don't have the heart
So he has to hit up Smack and Beas'
Rent's due, so he's askin', "Please
I'll take Don for half a fee."
Supposed to chill Rum; daiquiris
Saw your insecurities online; McAfee
Now you back, go body who? You ain't packin' me
Yeah, sounds good pussy; mac & cheese
Let's keep it G
I'll hit a pessimist, I'm wreckin' shit
Been back upstairs like The Exorcist
His head turnin', cause you gon' tell me about the straps you pack when you grab the .9
But y'all keep it rappin', it's facts half the time
His cup of noodles, keep rhymin' (Ramen) cause shit will spill over if you pass that line
See this a cheat meal, but the fans give you mucho leeway
Saw the puntos replay
Como integre
Throw so many punch- if the Mexican on the ropes I turn into Lucha Libre
See I gotta keep it real witchu cause your crew is lame
How could EFB give you advice if they all move the same?
I mean Geechi on the same track, he movin' like NASCAR
Danny gets booked every week, you could get food for half off
Y'all west coast cats the same, I see your crew on these SMACK cards
Y'all act alike, [?] at Bradshaw
I mean, event he cameraman's tired of you
Another loss is about to sting
Y'all givin' JB, L's (JBLs), let's save the commentary out the ring
See that's the thing, you gonna try to punch my head off but I'm helpin' this coward see
While Lux and Mook could get 50K then go ghost like a power save
Why DNA, Goodz, Shine, Caffeine it hourly
I'm just givin' you that inside scoop like powdered tea
This man is sweet
Get merch, brand, get your channel to hit
As long as you rely on Smack's money you always gonna take battles like this
You supposed to have a strong shot, like hard liquor
Chill by the pool, next to the lawn fixtures
Get Hollow, Daylyt, not a card filler
Get missed by the fans, be in demand, get large figures
But you dropped the ball, what's wrong witcha?
Everything you get your hands on be a waste (waist) like prom pictures
What's wrong witcha?
See you're gonna tell me how you let the heat go and the weapon drawn
I was gonna have a line about [?] but it's y'all fault cause y'all egg him on
You're gonna tell me how you keep the piece low, 9,000 ways you spark the gun
I was gonna say somethin' 'bout mojito but this was meant to garnish Rum
So go ahead with ya name flips, the gun bars, cause ya flow be average
Just 21, you're startin' to sound like the new B Magic

[Round 1: Rum Nitty]
You fat, funky, piece of shit
Here's where you get humbled fam'
We got Rum muthafuckin' Nitty vs... I know this ain't what y'all wanted, damn
But I hold the torch and I made it a point to go to war, like Uncle Sam
He's a fuckin' fan
So why I took this invalid, pig-Latin, you prolly wouldn't understand
And shit gon' get ugly fast
It's a wrap Smack, we could've went to where he livin' family
Shit, I miss Miami, but here's where I'm stamped at
Bag back, I'm 'bout to do a bitch greasy
I bet your last name Domínguez-Rodríguez-Hernandez, cause it all ends easy (E-Z)
Beasley! We could've have gave no one else a shot though?
Mexican Bars? You could've gave me Kannon (cannon) in that case like Desperado
You gon' catch a hollow cause yo' league ain't paid me no dollars
Then put out a whole flier, followed by a vlog like I was duckin'
Hoe stop it, you tryin' to throw me off my game, bro wildin'
I can't give them niggas the powers or Don (Zordon), I'm talkin' nobody (no body)
You gon' off me?
Stop it, I'm savvy dawg
Your clique (click) over, you all on the line, that's a conference call
Run up in yo' crib while you eatin', let a chopper off
Gave his center a .762 [?]
I'm tired of y'all
Do not try
It's a pine box on my watch
Old Colt from 1942, givin' Don shots
Don stop, before the loc go aimin' at yo' location
I'm tryin' to hit the safe where you stay at holmes (homes) like COVID made me
Bro gon' make me switch bags, I've been mad
I could have your family members smoke you
I'll put your own flesh on you like a skin graft
You gon' get shit bagged and threw in the water, with brick slabs
At the bottom posted
That's how low (Hollow) the Don'll be in the ocean, like Splish Splash
This shit's sad when you be gettin' gassed live
Basic ass
I'ma do you Shady fast, it's a (w)'Rap God'
You be gettin' smoked when it's that time
Lost to my nigga from the Mafia, Saga, shows you ain't gon' Last Don
This man dyin'
Don't just go down, fight back
TEC grip, I give a nigga from the X six (exit), you goin' out like that
Reality check, nigga you not nice
It's smoke and mirrors, nigga you all hype
You gon' fuck around and lose y'all life
They spill a little liquor for the fallen members
So D poured (deported) out after you got ICE'd
I'm nice, you know it's a wrap, it don't get much colder than that
Think about it
"Deported", "ICE'd", that means you gon' take this four in (foreign) the back
Get clapped, believe he done
You got the URL Alien vs. an illegal one
I don't even need a gun
This lame peaceful, I did this shit for the game, wasn't for no fuckin' personal gain neither
Think people, you missed the whole point, why I took Marino like Ray Finkle
We ain't equal, he the nerd type
Gon' say some stupid shit like, "In order for you to get to Day, he has to see the Don (dawn) first light ('Lyt)"
You the nerd type
Bet I clap you
You scary, prayin' to the Virgin Mary is all this Mexican can do
Canned food
You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide

[Round 2: Don Marino]
Last year was a blessing
Survived COVID, beat everything that's planned prior
But Corona down to pick up Rum like a backslider
There was days I couldn't breathe, sleep, mad tired
In bed coughin' (coffin) like a vampire
The stakes is high, it was killin' my health
There was days I couldn't move I was dealin' with stealth
The fam' wasn't gettin' no help
Even when I couldn't breathe I kept food on my shelf
"Suicide or I'll do the-" all last month I was killin' myself
I deserve this shot, I put in work and bled too
Got Rum for a shot on Caffeine like Red Bull
Beat Geechi, he thought this was a bread move
I run the tally marks up on Every Fuccin' Bar; Deadpool
Boy let's get to the point
You gonna do a buncha gun bars and tell me how you dump metal
That shit got nothin' to do wit' me, all y'all think son's special
Over the years y'all let Rum settle
PlayStation demo, you only come with one level
I give you the full game
This supposed to get dark Rum, but the shot is clear that your stock is here
They got you to Reed and you dropped a tier
Now let's get this -

{Chokes}

They got you to Reed and you dropped a tier
In front of your peers- time man

[Rum Nitty]
Nah nah. Run it back. Run it back bro this yo' shot. You better run that shit back. You good?

[Don]
Nah. I'll do it

[Rum Nitty]
Run it back

[Don Marino]
It's supposed to get dark Rum, but the shot is clear, your stock is clear
Freedom riders, they got you to Reed (read) and you dropped a tier
In front of your peers, now the fans, fed up
Punch set-up
No one cares you got the lead tucked
Rock 'Em Sock 'Em, you got one move in the ring, then what?
You're gonna lose punch and I'm just givin' you the heads up
Let's not toy around
It's always .45, .38, deuce deuce
Well shit this is the right gun
Or is it Desert Eagle? Shit this is the nice one
Captain Morgan, you gotta step it up from that barrel and add a little spice Rum
I mean you gotta mix it up
We're startin' to see son slip
B Magic/Conceited, they got redundant
And we see they ended they run quick
I mean, I ain't gonna lie pimpin' you made money off them gun flips
I respect your Hustle & Flow but you came up off of one trick
I say that you slick
Time man

[Round 2: Rum Nitty]
You'll get bombed on and won't be alive long
I never was one for the games
I do not have a kind soul (console)
Think I'ma take it light on the Don though?
Nah bro, I want all smoke
I show off every time like Quando Rondo
Long .4, the kick, box a (kickboxer) nigga like Tom Po
Glock blow
Give him a leg shot and he do the Pop Smoke
R.I.P. Pop though
But you ain't never chef rock or hid the dope in ya left sock
Watchin' for undo's and amigos on the next block
Trappin' in and out the apartment, deadlock
My work had the whole buildin' sewed up like a sweatshop
But yo' people know about that, that's how y'all run y'all stores
You probably pulled up to the event with 20 cousins in the same fuckin' car
Maybe a couple more
But we just like yours
Can take a whole family out, one Accord
If this what you wanted? You gon' have to come with more
That last one was short, I mean, bottom line you underscored
Why 'Lyt called me out and start runnin' for?
Pump fake, I'ma do him foul and son Day' (file on Sunday) like I'm unemployed
This the wrong look
So many punches left his dome shook
I couldn't miss the man, he was trying to GET OFF THE ROPES like Rosewood
This hoe shook
But on the internet they act brave
I should smack you and call you a bitch on sight (site) like Backpage
Then whatchu gon' do?
Nothing, nada
Prolly stand there, won't move, told you
You gon' make me lose my control like Roku
Bad Newz disrespected your dead homie and got all up on you
You couldn't even move Bad back and stand on ya own two
You'se a whole goof
I don't wanna hear you talk 'bout no clips cause you a Mexican from Miami you think you papi with the bricks
You'll get shot up and need doctors in this bitch
Urgent, get him a surgeon (Serge in) like Ibaka off the bench
Get flipped, we not kosher, Glock toter
With so many hi/lows (hollows) they think I'm bipolar
Beat ya bitch with the rifle, bust her top open
Make ya broad leak, Wolf Of Wall Street, the stock broke her (stockbroker)
I need top opponents
I know y'all tired of the type comp' I'm facin'
But these god-tier nigga be all in they feelings and hella complicated
Don duckin', Hollow playin', the way Lyt's tryin' to hide is amazin'
I'm the punch GOAT, that's somethin' you can't take, so I don't blame Con' for skatin' (confiscating)
Is you crazy?
Tell Verb, stay in a bird place
And yes, if this answers your questions, I'll serve A (survey)
But this is your fate
After you get bodied you finna be at the bottom like a mermaid
Shoot my shot and keep pullin' that bitch like 50 First Dates
Don die in the worst way
Get the business
Before you see me go, R.I.P. Debo, I'm takin' out a Tiny list of (Lister) niggas
Lift and click it, the K peel, if a shell barely caught him? Bells palsy, you gon' lose half ya face still
You ain't real, you wasn't ever sellin' 'cane
You use that persona cause you'se a Mexican from Miami, but we can tell he lame
I should gut you with a machete blade
Run it through, let it stay
Don couldn't even take this out, it's a spaghetti stain
I need everythang, why the fuck else wouldn't I accept the payment?
Send me paper, cause I get booked for the right numbers like the Yellow Pages
Gangsta
You can't keep it real yourself
Nigga suicide or I'll do the- it's 2-0 bitch

[Round 3: Don Marino]
Nitty, you gotta change it up my brotha
Every round just gots that same sound
Every setup, looks like a playground
Gun bars, no break down
Name flips to make rounds
To the point, an angle you should take now
Sometimes you just gotta sacrifice the punch like Jamestown
I mean online you cried about no ciphers, Funk Flex, Caffeine, don't got a hit or a motto
You're not supposed to just sit around Rum like Spin The Bottle
Cause they'll play, run you dry, that's a hard pill to swallow
Can't make you hand it out with them lights I mean Vitiligo
I mean shit, when they announced this battle, I got mad hate
Extensive
They see Marino in (and) the 4th Quarter and they all got defensive
But after I beat Pass you said you'll give me a shot
I thought you was playin' God
I thought it was the liquor talkin' cause what you were sayin' is odd
But that's life, and now you gotta stand on that bottle like Ray & Claude
You got no personality
You wanna be on B.E.T., Funk Flex, here's a tip, write it down
Until you stop learnin' to use that hot .9, you'll never know how that Cipher Sounds
You got no personality
You want a show on Caffeine? I mean, how you gonna fuel the clients?
What's it called? Crip Walkin' Wit' Nitty? Full of violence?
What's the theme? Concept? Now dude is silent
How is he y'all top gunner and don't got time to shoot a pilot
You ain't got no personality
Why you think Hitman/Clips on Wild 'N Out?
Not cause they had harder rounds
DNA/Top, B.E.T. and they further now
You just expect URL to give you a show? Psst, he's fallen down
Smack, you baby sittin' Rum is why he's watered down
You got no personality
K-Shine, Goodz, Conceited, all stars, y'all seen the proof
Seen the truth, there's only a couple upstairs like Beetlejuice
Nitty, why don't you tell 'em you're a single father and got custody of all your kids for starters?
That you quit Wal-Mart, and got on work and started grindin' harder
Now you get paid to rap, now you don't gotta stack up water
Cause they only know you as a good puncher, I know you as a good father
See that's a connection, tell 'em you used to gangbang and you were violent with the cans
Got your kids out the hood so they could live good, now you excited wit' the fam'
Put them in a place that's well like Silence of The Lamb
See that's relatable
Tell 'em how you took this battle to put food on table, keep on a few phones
But you're a single parent so you gotta back out and get in a new zone
Try to write in peace like a tombstone
But in this game you engraved your name with all sorts of plates
You a proud father, tell 'em, they think we deadbeats, we get more than hate
But gotta tell ya kids that not all women the same, restore the fate
There's days you have to play both roles and be more than great
There's days you have to be mom like Norman Bates
See that's personality
That's what you're missin' that hunger
Well you know why they can't get that from you, cause you're only a puncher
Time

[Round 3: Rum Nitty]
I'll let this bitch off
Thought he was gonna leave me in the dust 'til Don (Dusk Til Dawn) died in a Mexican bar
Let this bitch off, you gon' die slow
Or crack a (cracker) nigga, Andy Griffith, I give Don knots (Knotts) 'til the white show
Cut ya life short
You walkin' a tightrope
Scuba trainin', this is somethin' you finna die fo'
Side note
NWX finna fall off, I can see it
Recruitin' niggas like Don the reason
You had your spot, now it's time for the Quarter like a parkin' meter
Barely missed you when I sparked the Nina
You was this close to gettin' a bald head like ya line receding
The game evolvin'
It's some new starts that's eatin'
And some of these new niggas gettin' they just due? I feel like I'm a part the reason
I'm just spittin' the facts
Cause the top tier niggas feel like y'all too dangerous but your name don't generate enough paper for them to take a risk with the match
So you gotta sit where you at
But I get it, it's a business
It's about sellin' tickets, but if ain't nobody givin' shots like Tay Roc and Clips did for me when I was comin' up wit' it
Then who the fuck gon' groom the killers?
Especially the ones that y'all missin'
Y'all trippin' like, "How DNA ain't get Mook yet? Doin' more numbers than the boy."
"How Dot ain't get Lux yet? He been runnin' up the score."
The fans wanna see it, they gon' spend they money and support
But if Pacquiao don't fight Mayweather in his prime? Then it's fuckin' up the sport
So I be on the paper route while these other niggas stay in house
I ain't gonna miss a bag on they account
When I can take a lesser opponent for damn near the same amount, ain't shit I gotta think about
Send me my paper now
Fuck you mean? Cause I'm with the murder and violence, you heard of me prolly
It ain't never been an if, you for certainly bodied
Ya bitch? Get it worse if she try me
Tell her, "Strip hoe" then go in her pussy with the extendo
I stuffed a 30 deep grimey
Get bodied if you try me holmes
I lose my mind, I always go over the line like a garden gnome
Die alone, suicide or I'll do the job
That pitch don't switch
It's like a monotone
[?]
"Nitty known for squeezin' on the cal'
Creepin' with the pound
Cause every gun he cop' he (copy) write about it. You can see (C) it in his rounds."
Oh you try to clown on the kicks? That's gon' get you murked for real
I ain't never blew (blue) bags on shoes but just know your surgeons will
You know the drill
Loc be spazzin' and need no reaction
These rounds suited for you like motion capture
I get at you with this MAC I'm holdin'
This strap I'm holdin'? It drop mo' mothafuckas than Magic's slogan
And it's loaded
You can't keep it real yourself
Suicide or I'll do the job, you decide
Kill yaself