Who Got Bodied Freestyle Lyrics - Royce Da 5'9

[Verse 1] 

Now I don' told this nigga to shut his mouth 

I guess he wasn't hearin' me 

I'm beyond this peon, he's scared of me 

Apparently he don't see that he don't compare to me 

Cause he ain't remain silent like T.I.'s security 

It's clear to me he'll fuck up his own cash 

Take your little freestyle and shove it up your ass 

Followed by the "oohs" and "aaahs" 

Your foolish pride gonna fuck around and put you on the loosin' side 

Who got bodied? 

Nigga, you sick? Then I'm a hot tattie 

Coke flow, I spit so much Whitney I got Bobby 

I'm a sound off 

This nigga's a clown y'all 

Fifty niggas with him wearin' jheri curls, hoppin' out of clown car 

Shows over Bozo 

No mo', I'm back 

Time to face the music, I'ma just straight up abuse him 

He choose to, diss 

But he know not what he gettin' 

While he's spittin' funny shit, I'm gettin' money bitch 

Blllaah! 

C'mon I'm a product of my environment 

He ain't gotta try to bring Malcolm out of retirement 

He go at me I hit him asap 

Take that 

Get shot up like a cap gun at a race track (Boom) 

He's probably from the part of the Bay that the gay's at 

Where the fags migrate and give each other AIDS at 

They told me you ain't the pistol type 

So yo, you know to me that means you a Frisco dyke 

Get you a whoopin' like Whoopie 

You steppin' in another circle 

I wear purple label you just wear The Color Purple 

Everything about your lame flow represents 

Everything hoe in every color in the rainbow 

Sayin' Proof's name will get you strangled 

Let my nigga rest or I bet you you gon' be sleepin' with the angels 

I'm fly 

You a fly fisher 

You lie 

You die 

Goodbye 

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[Verse 2] 

C'mon 

You showed you ain't got respect soon as you diss me so sudden 

So when you bow it better look like you toe touchin' 

I'm so fuckin' ridiculous with the flow cousin 

I pack heat and I will give you the whole oven 

Coke, heroin, flower, fuck it the whole cupboard 

No publishin' for this fuckin', I'm so stubborn 

I threw the bait 

You took it, I'm on the boat buzzin' 

Reelin' you in, tryin' to eat you before Joe Budden 

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[Verse 3] 

Budden said the battle was embarrassin' 

Comparison 

This shit here more embarrassin' 

So I'ma use his beat to merk you 

And maybe he'll see that I'll merk him too 

I'm just playin' my nigga Buddens, you cool 

I'm just fuckin' with you cause I got +Nuttin To Do+ 

This Mistah Fag, he's a waste of my time 

And my time is money so I'm wastin' money just makin' this rhyme 

It ain't beef 

But I would like to shoot your jeweler 

Your charm look like some kind of retarded school bus 

All you missin' is the "duh" and the drool 

The wheelchair, the helmet and the confused look 

Niggas get shook when Malcolm speaks 

There ain't a way I can hear you on an Alchemist beat 

Y'all two doin' an album together 

Ooh shit 

Okay, I got a sample for you 

Loop this: 

[circus employee talking] 

Step right up! Step right up! Let me guess your weight 

I just flew in from San Francisco and boy are my arms tired! 

Step right up and watch me shoot through bullets out of my sleeve 

I'm so fuckin' funny. Let's take it to The Bay baby 

[Background] 

Mistah F.A.B. I'm funny. I'm a clown, with no money 

Every Monday, I get a haircut. To wear a t-shirt and jeans with airbrush 

I'm corny. I'm corny. There goes a real fat ? before me 

It's not corny. He's still here too. But I don't care cause, I'm so funny 

[Verse 4] 

The streets will teach you 

I love for The Bay nigga, Skee my people 

The problem is, you think lyrically my equal 

But that don't balance out I gotta Keak to Sneak you 

You be the bitch 

Nigga we be the shit 

You never slang like 40 

You tryin' to be legit/B-Legit 

I will eat your soul 

My pieces glow cause they freezin' 

These hoes is Keshia Cole 

I'll put you in the hospital 

You ain't the only one that got riddled 

I got two 

Check it 

One 

Flabby, Fabby, fuck you 

Fucked yo mammie, we family cause I'm yo daddy, son 

Two 

Yeah, pussy thought you took me 

Want a cookie? Cause nobody seems to care 

So what's the fuss 'bout 

Turn your girl's mouth to a Yukmouth 

Nut, turn her out to a slut house 

Who got bodied? 

[Sample of Mistah F.A.B.'s diss song] 

"Trick hates your guts and Proof ain't never like you" 

"I fuck with real Detroit niggas like Chedda Boys" 

[Royce whispering throughout] 

Ask about me 

[Verse 5] 

I got A.K.s, A.R.s, aye y'all 

This nigga been dead since the eighth bar 

But I'm tryin' to overkill him 

Standin' over the silly nigga holdin' a shottie 

With a spear shootin' at him 

Till his body disappears 

Look a here 

I will put your crew in boxes 

I done put whole crew in boxes 

And it's best he stops cause I will Freddie Foxxx him 

Put him out with the tools or boxing 

So think about your next move 

I will let you choose your option 

Top ten 

Dead or alive 

And I got soldiers 

You cast your little punk ass stones at me, I throw back boulders! 

Oh yeah 

It's over, hold that 

Nigga this is G's up, I speed up right where you slow at 

Lyrically you Borat 

Boring 

Do anything for a laugh 

You know that's....annoying 

It's sounds that perhaps you doubt me 

Well 

If you ever ever make it to my city, ask about me 

Your luck over 

Cause all you tried to do is be famous 

So now you famous nationwide for gettin' fucked over 

Boy pay up 

I ball, this a fo' sho' lay up 

I'm playin' chess with a Connect Four player! 

[Chorus] 

It's obvious I hear you talkin' loud 

I'm clappin' all day like I'm cheerin' in the crowd 

I'm bout to catch a body 

I'm a bust a mag boy 

I'm bout to catch a body 

I'm a bust a mag boy 

I'll kill y'all! 

If you ain't never ran from a nigga 

Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin' 

Get runnin'! 

If you ain't never ran from a nigga 

Then you damn sure probably picked a day to start runnin' 

Get runnin'! 

[Outro: Chedda Boy & Trick Trick dissing Mistah F.A.B.]