Round 2 (Math Hoffa)

I don’t think this faggot ever gon’ blow up
Well that’s what the talk is about
But you show up to blow, suck, and throw butt at all of the crowd
Right now I’m on vacation
I’d like to thank yo moms for the fun
If you a chick that like big dicks, I’ll be at the bar when I’m done
I didn’t really write a second round for Shotty
This motherfucker’s a bum
Your battle with Dizaster proves, according to those little views
That even if I lose, nobody will give a fuck that you won
You hear that crowd response? So fuck it, I’m done. Time
Y’all think I’m playin’. Time

Round 2 (Shotty Horroh)

We're just starting, we're just building
Now I wanna talk about you acting like 2Pac
'Cause carrying on that thug image is just fitting
Let's take Holla's scheme verbal [?], ‘cause I want you to see it all
So fill up your cup Bishop, Suge killed him
Plus I heard they filmed the Hitman assassinating
But the footage come up missing

So How Do You Want It, when I Get Around I Hit 'Em Up
My Ambitionz Az A Ridah means I still Don't Give a Fuck
Picture Me Rollin' - All Eyez On Me, I Ain't Hard 2 Find
Me Against The World - Only God Can Judge Me now, 'cause every star's aligned
You think Life Goes On? Well God Bless The Dead
Anyone that has Unconditional Love for you will Shed So Many Tears when Shots wrecks ya head
Your rebuttal will be the Ballad Of A Dead Soulja, he's in No More Pain
Say your Hail Mary's, 'cause I take out the Heartz of Men – no more games!

That's 18 2Pac songs. So did you do the math, Math?
18 + 2pac is 20, like 2-0, when up to now these last two have been bagged
It's all intricate math work when I write my lyrics
'Cause other than that Pat Stay battle, you can count on it
I'm not one to 'free' for five minutes
You could bring a 3, 6, 9 or a 12
Their Choppers will divide you and put you inside yourself
From Math work to history, no religion, 'cause 2Pac's the Messiah
Newsflash, Paparazzi cameras snappin'
The greatest rapper alive tragically died under masses of fire
He was more than you could ever be as a man or a writer
So for you to be as brash as to liken your character like him is just blasphemous lying
This is for the 2Pac fans

And now it's all Makavelic [?], you copy his style
Last rounds didn't stop me, I took 'em and smiled
And now I'm 'bout to set the record straight
I'm talking about when Shotgun Suge left you buried, mate
Motherfucker we was in N-E-W Jers, where plenty murders occurred
You’re just a comedy nonsense, silly bollocks in all your verse
Hoffa check the scenario:
Them C's brought this G to his knees, spun his round like it’s a Merry-Go

What the fuck is you, coked up or doped up?
Get them little faggot nerd glasses broke up
What the fuck is you, stupid? I’ll take a plane and battle Math in Brooklyn
Then his kids losing, chew 'em up, I'll move on his block, I think he lost
Dropped off in a box, Don't Flop, Mosh Team, we're moving up another notch
Get your squad mobbed on
Let's stop with all these fake-ass East Coast 2Pac’s, it's wrong

Is he 2Pac? No never, you don't have that soul
You're a drone clone, and the old fella on the stage at Coachella
I'd thought you'd know better
Being so clever, but maybe you're just dumb
I mean please, bro - you're from the East Coast
Pac would hate your fucking guts
You ain't 2Pac, you’re his tattoos, his ink and art
‘Cause the gut says you’re a thug – but you’re a bitch at heart

"He don't got bars like that!"
He's got bars like, "Bars type wack."
What kind of grown man flies to England to say, "Bars type wack"?!
I don't want bars like that, fuck you and your bullshit fucking second round, you can have them bars right back

And in this country, as far as the battle league shit, and the owners and proprietors, Rowan's the king
So if you come here, and take his dough for this shit and go in the ring
At least fuckin' come with a flow you can spit
You're as old as a bitch, that's as old as a bitch
You said, "If you want to meet a guy at the bar with a big dick, hue hue"
And then some guy started banging on there, and you paused -
GAY! GAY! GAY!

I mean they said I wasn't going to show up
Well that's what the talk was about
But I show up to the showdown to show off when the show's on for all of the crowd
I mean what did he think? There's no space in my graveyard left?
This Math Hoffa’s a fag, what he could never give A-R Test
That's Time!