Def Jam Vendetta

If you step to me, I'ma hold my ground
My words are weaponry, I'ma lay you down

Yeah
You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta
No one better, word to my abuela
Cheese getta, sharp cheddar, mozzarella
Super-powered, supervillain, super shredder
Busta Rhymes and I flip modes
Tall stacks like big show
You want to look at me eye to eye then you best get on your tiptoes
Got sick flows, and I flex raps, come face off and I'll bet stacks
And then your favorite rapper
I'll bring back celebrity deathmatch
I'm Triple H all in their face
Undertaker with the shovel out
Rashiki how my name carry weight
Hardy Boyz how I doubled down
The Rock before he was Dwayne Johnson
Raisin' up with that eyebrow
Elbow leave 'em unconscious
Called a fight when they lie down
To high now to come back to earth
Feel like I'm livin' in Space Balls
They hit the ground like rainfall
Choke slammin', fuck out of Jake Paul
Got a mask on like mankind, Webby up in his damn prime
So facin' off with me right now, you must be out of your damn mind
Got a belt on, tell me how that look
Take a Diamond Dallas Page out of my book
If you want to learn the rap recipe, then I can teach 'em how to cook, look
Weaponize with that raw sound
When I'm aimin', I knock 'em all down (shit)
Even if you ain't in my sights, might catch a stray like a dog pound
Goin' off now like, whoa
You think black robs are the dough?
Hit him, I hit him I, hit him low
I'm a monster with the flow (oh)
Rowdy Roddy give 'em an experience that's out of body
Right to the hospital lobby, yeah

If you step to me, I'ma hold my ground
My words are weaponry, I'ma lay you down (yeah)
You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta ('Detta)
You ain't gon' find nobody better (never)
Ever, ever (ever, ever)
Send 'em all out on a stretcher

Okay, celebrity deathmatch, fuck around get your neck snap
Better go get your best scraps
You ain't leavin' alive and that's facts
I'ma shit on these niggas like X lacks
Make your bitch, give me top like a head wrap
I was starvin' couldn't even get bread scraps
Had to bounce back, let the bread stack
You may catch a nigga down on Fairfax
It's all Jim Duggan, bitch
I'm on the edge don't push a nigga's buttons (please)
I had to grab a piece and put them in the oven
Turn them into stuffin', think a nigga bluffin'
Pull up on me cuz, and shit'll get bizzare
And this ain't dirty dozen
.30 in the clip when nigga's get to bussin'
I can drop the gun and we can get the scuffin' (ha)
Yeah, can you smell what The Rock cookin'?
Why they mean-muggin' tell him stop lookin' at my picture
Bullet at him, I'm not good in
Give me one reason I shouldn't
It's just one thing I'm not doin' (what's that?)
We don't back down in the background one, two, three I'm pullin'
Yeah, now fuck it let's just have a cage fight
I jump off the rope with a steak knife
Watch his body drop and then shake light
He in Harlem, doc' can't even save his life
He lost a lot of blood like eight pints
This a Def Jam Vendetta, if you ain't in the bag you leavin' in a stretcher

If you step to me, I'ma hold my ground
My words are weaponry, I'ma lay you down (yeah)
You gon' see a rapper get smacked Def Jam Vendetta ('Detta)
You ain't gon' find nobody better (never)
Ever, ever (ever, ever)
Send 'em all out on a stretcher (yeah, yeah)