Brizz Rawsteen Vs. Mr. Wavy Lyrics - Urltv

[Round 1: Mr. Wavy] 

It took him a while to accept this battle, ain't no applaud for him 

Those of y'all watchin' at home, this when the Lord callin' 

The irony, y'all had to make an online purchase 

Well, now y'all 'bout to see what I got in store for him 

Brizz Rawsteen...fuck is the "Rawsteen" for? 

I'll cut Brizz, then serve Rawsteen raw 

This a tragedy 

Any nigga get in my way become a casualty 

Matter fact, let's bring that picture to life: virtual reality 

I'm on his heels, like a shadow be 

Rattle me 

Got me workin' around all of these scrubs: Grey's Anatomy 

It's lit for him! 

I'm the fire hittin' the gasoline 

Line him up, I send right through him, like the bladder clean 

Shatter things! 

Doctor's office, waitin' too long: grab the magazine! 

Drop 15 on his head, let the ratchet scream 

Eyes squinted like the Japanese 

Fuck it! I could do two for 20: welcome to Applebee's! 

I said, Trez hit, now you the next in the faculty 

Don't be runnin' to Roc like, "That Wavy nigga was after me" 

Man up! 

It's war time? We movin' rapidly 

But I'll grab that shotgun casually 

Loadin' up the 12...shit look like the remote need batteries! 

Y'all watchin' at home? This gon' be what it have to be 

It's a strategy 

Arm off the waist, now the ladder free 

Watch him get served over the 'Net: Andre Agassi! 

You fuckin' gah-bage! 

You barely above fuckin' average 

It's nothin' hazardous, but in yo' eyes, you think you this fuckin' savage 

Nigga 'bout as dangerous as a couple laughin'... 

Look at your fuckin' fashion! 

Dirty nigga, but a lucky bastard! 

See, your moms was a fiend 

Your pops nutted in the fuckin' attic! 

But you don't even know his name 

We don't know his fuckin' status! 

My gloves off! Fuck yo' passion! 

You wanna box, but each line directed at you 

These punches gon' be Everlastin'! 

I'm wit' the action! 

I'll grip the four off the waist... 

Condom broke: shit lookin' like I got Raw by mistake! 

(What!? What!?) 

I ain't naïve! Volume 3, I'm wit' the shits 

Since Mike P ain't take the shot, well, this a dope assist 

Y'all make me sick 

Scared of Brizz? Y'all takin' hits 

Whoever says me chicken gotta be talkin' an Asian dish 

I made the script 

Don't believe in the God: I'm an atheist 

Machete King? Well, copy that, like a plagiarist 

My machete my opportunity, I'll make a wish 

I ain't ask for a handout, but since his hand out, I gotta take a wrist(risk) 

But y'all tough? 

I never get star-struck by y'all fucks 

Dirty niggas, just come outside, don't even wash up 

Bar for bar, I could coast wit' anyone that y'all dial up 

Child, what? 

He been on a Volume before? That's why y'all fooled 

Dawg food 

I come from WeGoHard, I was brought up off of these small rooms 

Play wit' me, nigga, my mission is to kill 

You been seasoned, correct? Sound like my mission is a meal 

If Raw food around, think cookout wit' the steel... 

Shit, it's just a matter of time 'til somethin' hit the grill! 

I battled Chef, you ain't support your brother 

You was missin'! 

Ave battled Shine, you ain't support your brother! 

You was distant! 

Tay Roc battled Stay, you packed your bags! 

You was trippin'! 

It's always one nigga out of the group that fuck wit' Roc(k) way too much... 

You Bobby Brown in New Edition! 

You only battle top names 'cause you got a top name stampin' him 

Who ampin' him? 

I guess it's Roc(k)'s fault, 'cause now you think you became the People's Champion 

But you suck, boy! 

Y'all got me battlin' a fuckboy 

Everywhere I go, I hold my weight and my nuts, boy! 

Your big homie don't even love you 

That nigga love Troy 

You Tay Roc dutch boy 

Get cut, boy! The Gs press him 

I'll take his bottom half off and say, "Keep steppin'" 

Each weapon, hit his gut, open him up: this shit a C-section! 

Behead him! 

Keep flexin' 

I'll keep cuttin' Brizz 'til Raw all over the aisle: we in the meat section! 

Another nigga they gon' bring in to try to take my crown 

No, you'se a du-rag - they brought you here to try to hold Wav' (wave) down 

That's Round 1 

You know I came to chalk him out 

I'll look him dead in his face and ask him, "Fuck is you talkin' 'bout?" 

Wavy! 

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[Round 1: Brizz Rawsteen] 

Thought I was lost for a minute... 

But I was fallin' back, makin' my bread 

They called me with Mike...I loaded up cases of lead 

He called me and back out, like, "Bro, I wasn't straight in the head 

I know I called you out every battle, bu-but I wasn't takin' my meds 

That really ain't what I meant." 

Fast-forward...Beasley begs me in a text, "Please, take Wavy instead..." 

I responded, started shakin' my head 

Like, "He get killed every battle, so I guess I gotta wake up the dead." 

So how it feel, nigga? 

'Cause see, you need the hype 

And this a battle I don't need or like 

They give a championship match to a nigga who don't even fight! 

For beatin' you, lil' bitch, I won't even receive nostripes! 

They only here to see yo' faggot ass go..."He nonice!" 

What grown man you know go, "He nonice" 

Turn his body to the side and say, "Me nolike!?" 

With the finger-wave! 

Bitch nigga, these probably finger waves! 

Matter fact, yo' faggot ass will probably go let some nigga's finger wave! 

This most ridiculous! 

You rap tough, but I know they bitches! 

I'll hold the biscuit! 

I'll let it WAVE in your FACE, 'til you get motion sickness! 

The TEC and the bread!? Well, that's breakfast in bed 

I'll catch him sleepin', and pop up wit' the toast for bitches 

I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific 

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[Tay Roc] 

How? 

(*Brizz laughs at Tay Roc's ad-lib, which causes a few audience members to laugh as well*) 

[Brizz] 

I'll have him lookin' like Twork - it gets so specific 

You'll catch a Bald Head through the hood...and another ring through the nose, my nigga! 

It's the Sting, bitch! 

This Mr. "Pants So Tight, the Jeans Rip" 

Every time I see Wavy, I'm sea-sick 

I see food (seafood), I'll let a shell peel off: I steam shrimp 

Wavy get murked, face on a shirt: screen-print 

Wit' these shots in the face, no, he not finna play no defense 

When you heard you had 30 days, bitch, you was nervous, shakin' 

'Cause you the type nigga that's only good in certain cases 

I'll break yo' fuckin' neck in 30 places 

You'll get slammed to the concrete, 'til the curb is shakin' and it burst the pavement 

You Mike's first replacement 

Smack ain't feel you was worth the payment 

You a bird that's fakin' 

How much worse it make it, you only named yourself "Wavy" 'cause "Surf" was taken? 

Fuck the dumb shit! 

He gon' talk about the gun clips and how the guns fit 

But real Brooklyn niggas said you never was on no gun shit 

Check-scam nigga, but in the streets, never done shit 

And this the lane he chosen, so I'm lame-exposin' 

Before battle rap and your Wavy moments, lil' bitch, your name was Joseph 

Yeah, what, y'all ain't know? 

Before Mr. Wavy, they said the bitch was gay 

We ain't know about him: he was Mr. Maybe 

These niggas all pretend 

Tonight, it all could end 

I'll break his jaw for him 

The knife blade breakin' off in him 

You'll see it stickin' out of Wav' (wave) like a dolphin fin! 

And then...the body do a dolphin flip! 

I hope they all could swim 

I hammer heads: it's gon' look like a SHARK bit him! 

When the Hawk get him, and raise up right across the chin 

I'm in Florida, sharkin' 

Thanks to Smack and this horrible bargain 

I gotta pull a long nose out on Wav' (wave) like a Florida Marlin 

Joseph! JO-JO! 

Keep it rap, my nigga, or I'll cap a nigga 

(*pop*) A cap'll nick ya 

You'll have to take a knee like Kaepernick 

Or step wit' a cane like a Kappa nigga! 

I'll put your face through the wall: I'll Casper niggas! 

They let Raw in here 

Big guns, I got 'em all in here 

All you may see is (Macy's) American Eagles by Lids 

I got a MALL in here! 

Long spear, stabbed in your face 'til the jaw tear! 

I'll have pieces of it all over the couch like dog hairs 

Tell ya bitch I'll have six niggas around her box: they ain't pallbearers 

I'll put that bitch on the floor on all fours, and tell her, "Crawl here!" 

Aw, yeah! 

Joseph, I don't give a fuck if you care or not 

Tell Joe I got a Cuban link that'll tear a squad 

And put a scar on his face like Cuban Link from Terror Squad 

I swear to God, the .40 put a hole in a bitch face, very wide 

1-0, bitch! 

Let's go, nigga, 1-0 

Your turn 

[Round 2: Mr. Wavy] 

Hold on...let's talk to him... 

Don't Brizz look like one of those badass kids that was nobody's favorite child? 

They tell you, "Play the game", you die in Sonic, then break the Sega now 

What's wrong wit'chu? 

It's time to take a picture, you doin' weird shit when you take a smile 

What's wrong wit'chu? 

Now you let yo' heat spray... 

Skully er'ry battle, lookin' like the crackhead from The PJs 

This nigga... 

But you be talkin' like you a G in the hood - who said that? 

You the type we see in the hood, we throwin' eggs at 

Weird niggas be tough to y'all 

Shit pop off, they run prob'ly 

Lame niggas get a little fame and views, then think they somebody 

Brizz Rawsteen, you Mr. "Machete this, Machete that" 

Nigga, if it's one option, I'm gun-shoppin' 

I like shit my way! 

That four-fif', .50-cal', Desert Eag' - I can't make up my mind! 

They got the nine-tre 

I'm fightin' over devices like Black Friday! 

It's different here 

Ain't no switchin' here, it's crystal-clear 

I get the drop, I'm at his spot like, "Yeah, we got a mission here..." 

Tell my niggas, "Snapchat message" 

I want all y'all to listen clear 

'Cause we gon' open it, check what's in it, then disappear 

Real shit, I'm really immature 

Try to run out the crib, they gon' find you in the morgue 

Think tickets to a SMACK event, how I split him wit' the four 

Fuck waitin' online, if you could get him ('em) at the door! 

Y'all want more!? The clip curl like a shrimp on it 

I'll give this niggas rounds! 

Ain't you about 140? 

Salmon, shrimp, they need to feed this nigga now 

But don't when you buy seafood, you gotta weigh it by the POUND?! 

[Brizz] 

Almost 

[Mr. Wavy] 

Niggas said you was authentic wit' that raw tape 

See, I was in the whip 

Shit had my niggas goin' stupid... 

No, what's authentic is Brizz gettin' whipped 

And when we see Raw taped, we ain't bumpin' this nigga music 

Hostage situation, don't call shit 

We just need clothes for the body: this a mall trip 

I been hearin' a lot of "2-1 Brizz" 

That's cool - let me explore shit 

This right hand to one (2-1) nigga - now his jaw hit 

Let dawg trip, big-ass blade - fuck you call this? 

Throat slice 

I was tryna leave his neck missin' like Norbes' shit! 

Nah, I'd rather a closed-casket