Second Round Knockout (damian Lillard Diss) Lyrics - Shaquille O'neal

[Intro] 

Yo, the sun gon' shine forever 

All my statues and retired jerseys, I'ma live forever 

Better now or never, kill Damon, my pleasure 

We see you lose every year, nobody do it better 

Yeah right, weak ass bars, you ain't tight 

So when you spit somethin', make sure you spit it right 

Don't make a ass out of yourself 'cause you're losin' 

The Diesel's known for bruising, what is you doin'? 

You know that I'm Hall of Fame above you, Damon 

[?] you, Damon, I'ma make you love me, Damon 

Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nothin' but smoked 

Like when we see you in the Playoffs every year and you choke 

So the only thing left now, kill these cats 

Soft ass [?], I'ma kill these cats 

Already won, I'm too smart for these cats 

While you spittin' metaphors, I'm spittin' up facts 

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[Verse] 

In the commission, I don't need no permission to hit him 

I'ma fuck him up, even if McCollum is with him 

See this lil' dude can't take defeat 

He don't even believe that corny bullshit he speak 

That little Kobe comment you said had me grinnin' 

Three times MVP, Dame, at least I'm winnin' 

First of all, little boy, you see this ain't beef 

You just a bitch talkin' while I'm hittin', call it a queef 

Tryna act like a superstar, in Portland, you're local 

Same cadence in your last flow, switch up your vocals 

I can tell in your flow that you rattle 

How you a battle rapper? In your real job, you ain't win no battles 

See, you rap 'cause you need to, dog, I do it for sport 

When you run, I see that tampon string in your shorts 

And you shoot too much, dudes on your team hate it 

Keep talkin', make a phone call, get you traded 

You probly chose 0 'cause you thought it was hot 

You ain't hard 'cause in real life, you dress like a thot 

First spanking that I gave you, son, I meant to 

I'm so mad, even God or Allah can't help you 

Cash rules every thing around me, C.R.E.A.M 

Gollum lookin' ass boy, I'm the Lord of the Rings 

Clout chase, who? You? You ain't got what I want 

Why would I clout chase a dude with a camel toe in the front? 

I'm in your ass now, Damon, ain't gon' ever lay off 

Sittin' at the desk, watch you die in the Playoffs 

Things I don't need is attention and money 

Attention for what? Ten commercials runnin', you dummy 

Can't wait 'til you lose this year 

Dr. Diesel gon' bring you in for your annual pap smear 

Bring that ass over here, you can't walk away, [?] 

You gon' walk shoulders down lookin' lost and defeated 

Put some respect on my name, put some respect on my game 

Put some respect on these flames, I'm the big LeBron James 

You can never come close to the GOAT 

Barely make it every year, cry complaining 'bout them All Star votes 

See, you dropped that second track in a hurry 

How you gon' rest your case when I'm the motherfuckin' judge and the jury? 

You said my Shaq shoes are [?] 

Well, why when I walk in these bitches, boy, I can't be beat? 

See, you got the millennials fooled 

How you rep Oakland but went a Adameda catholic school? 

Sittin' in a church, friendly casual facility 

Writin' rhymes don't give your ass no street credibility 

Okay, I see what you did, yo 

Adameda's south of Oakland and eats of San Francisco 

But they didn't 'cause they know you a fake 

The world gon' see you fall 

Lyrically, I'ma do to what you Rondo did to Chris Paul 

I'ma leave your ass dead and stankin' 

Why'd they put you low on ESPN or your Bleacher Report ranking? 

Think I really care if you speak? 

You just mad 'cause your whole salary, yo, I make in a week 

You losin', Damon, we can see it so blatant 

Dr. O'Neal operatin' on a patient 

You know I got a PHD 

That stand for