[Round 1: Bill Collector]
(*Bill looks around the room*)
...This shit is weird
I was supposed to battle B Magic, then poof, he disappeared
Skrrt - switchin’ gears, they gave me this n***a here
Who in 10 years never switched his gear
Now, they got you winnin’ clear
I see the predictions here
But you only a star in Chicago, Richard Gere
Aye Verb, Calicoe
They dread how my style went from wavy to different here (hair)
Get prepared
Murder in thе first? I wouldn’t be shocked if I get thе chair
You really think you got classics here?
Boy, you’re dreamin’
You’re not catered for NOME, winter, spring, fall, or Summer Madness
You sure ain’t seasoned
These new people don’t know who you are
You more than need this
‘Cause nobody remembers you, Young: you’re Morgan Freeman
Had a n***a tell me, “Since I’m in this tournament, I’m not top-tier”
(*chuckles*) Top-tier?
What about I been here for 10 years and still hot-tier?
What about havin’ a major falling-out with URL and never losin’ my spot-tier?
What about bein’ able to call Smack, P, Beasley, and Cheeko to pick and choose who I’m givin’ this shot-tier!?
Yes, I’m the reason you got here
I made shit pop here when you was not here
Whoo! Lord, tell him!
You thought you was ‘bout to come up here and kill your friend?
Naw, Melly
Thought you’d mess wit’ the Top rhymin’ (Ramen) wit’ no reaction?
You got the wrong cellie
You not even really cut for this
That’s wrong, Nelly
I’m Sincere wit’ the Tommy shootin’ all Belly
Big case for Young: R. Kelly!
My pants? Margiela!
Hands in the pockets, they real warm
Baby .9, one small complication, it’s stillborn
If Bill bored (Billboard), I go off the charts
You a replacement, a substitute for another n***a to talk the talk
Shit, I was tryna bring Magic back, like me and my bitch lost the spark
The fuck you thought!?
I ain’t have no bars and I needed a crowd wit’ me on the screen?
NOME 10, Avocado
I could take you out from workin’ behind the scenes
Aye, Siri, remind me, please
To adjust the lens on Kannon (Canon) by nine degrees
As the clock ticks, I think rash: Lyme disease
Ready to take somethin’ off the top like finder’s fees
Time me, please
Rest In Peace, LB Da Boss

[Round 1: Young Kannon]
Facts

B Magic, JC, QP, M. Ciddy, John John, now Bill Collector
Y’all know y’all was the first PGs to move on and put up G.O.A.T. stats
The rest of them n***as also went against me and got toe-tagged
Now bro last
He make a sudden move, then the fo’ blast
A white student wit’ mental issues: I’mma smoke the whole class
This Ultimate Madness 2
Y’all think I came here to get upstaged?
You got me fucked up
I ain’t the replacement - bitch, I’m the upgrade
I’ll line him fast
Pull up - SKRRT-skrrt! - the .9’ll blast
He eat the mill’ (meal), then run off on Bill: it’s a dine-and-dash
Yeah, I fuck wit’ you, but for that 25 I’ll do a lame sloppy
Zoe Saldana: do a bitch bad wit’ a plain body
Knock your brains out him
Soon as this man lurkin’, it’s straight homi’s
Green Ranger, White Ranger
They got different suits wit’ the same Tommy
Watch your two lips (tulips)!
We don’t play or kid (orchid)
The killers dial us up
You gon’ lie lackin’ (lilac)
Put two in ya (petunia) brain, now he pushin’ flowers up
Who wanna wild wit’ us?
Put somethin’ on Bill late: got an extension for ya
We bend the corner
BRRRRRRRR!
Bill-a laid in soon as I send the order
Tape the grip
He got nowhere to go when I lace your shit
Leave a Red Table, Talk
These Smiths show you what “entangle” meant (entanglement)
Any bars about the Gang? Boy, your brain I’ll Cave it in
Get a quick left, then a steel right (steal write): that’s a plagiarist
Can’t none compare
The vibe somethin’ rare like drunk Jadakiss
Enough, bitch!
Yeah, I’m cool, but the wrong one to get tough wit’
This a Cosby case: Bill get caught later for the fuck shit
Wit’ a big heater
Switchblade, stab slow, then bleed ya
Pistol-whip, rub the butt across him: Slim Reda!
You just a dead n***a tellin’ stories like the Crypt Keeper
‘Can You See’ I’m the Total package?
These bitches just got big (B.I.G.) features
Yeah, you entertaining, but n***a, you don’t rap this nice
I’ll grab this knife or show you what my backfist like
Rock your grill
Knot (not) your face again: he got catfished twice
N***a, we all riders
Knock your memory out: he got Alzheimer’s
Mississippi Burning: he got caught in a crossfire!
Get your throat charred
Another body buried in the boneyard
Shit is critical
Split your wig in two, and stomp out both parts!
Bill got the news (noose)
He couldn’t hang with me, still got roped off
See a headshot, then a .40 bustin’: that’s Caine and O-Dog
I’m rockin’ Bill bell, and me? (Bellamy) I ain’t comin’ for the jokes, dawg
The fo’ spark
I drug money and washed Bill - welcome to Ozark
For the dollar sign, I’ll turn a tournament column to Columbine
Blow your brains out, then bury ‘em
He out of sight, he out of mind
This shit is mine! And all you fucktards know it
First I’m leavin’ a Bill red: this your cutoff notice
SouthSide!
[Round 2: Bill Collector]
Rest in peace, LB Da Boss

Yo, your style aged so bad, bro
Really disgustin’
Young was old when he came out: he’s Benjamin Button
You’re not injuring nothin’
You rap “A-B-C!”
With punches too spaced out like JC teeth
And now they see me, and shit, it’s ‘bout time they peep
As I break this Chi’ n***a down on cam’ like a Kanye speech
School of Hard Knocks, you’ve been skippin’ class, tryna slip away
Shots spin him backwards
Put Kannon (Canon) on Young: bitch, it’s Picture Day
Quick laugh!
They gave you Bill first? That’s a big tab
I’ll beat the shit outta Jody Breeze for the riff-raff (RiFF RaFF)
Top puncher gettin’ beat by the quick jabs? Get mad
I’ll Surf through and “Jersey” out
Drop a few short rounds for the big bag
You aired out…chip bag
Trigger finger itchin’ like a picked scab!
Click-BLAST!
Wait ‘til I hit the big game, then let my Eagles down: I’m McNabb!
Siamese twins, they can join (conjoin) the body
No…
When dealin’ with Young, think Rugrats
The twins can join the Tommy!
Ruger .9, Glock .9, Beretta .9-
Shit, after that sixth .9 (6ix9ine), I had to point the shotty (Shotti)!
BLAM!
But fam’, it’s somethin’ irregular about the plan
Like that 6ix9ine bar, I was only settin’ up this Mexican for the stand!
Real clean, spic-and-span
The camera span to the real spic
The lil’ Smith entangled ‘cause I will trip!
Kill you, then get you smokin’ Roc(k): Yung Ill shit!
Cheat Code! I don’t win fair! I steal vic’s!
Get your head wrapped ‘round it!
You losin’ tonight (to Nite) will make you real sick (Real Sikh)!
Man, just when I think I know what I’m thinkin’
I get to thinkin’ that you must not have been thinkin’ for thinkin you outthinkin’ me
For 25 G, my bars give off different frequencies
Once they let me pick my own switch, I knew this branch was not beatin’ me
I’m here to punish Young for his juvenile delinquencies
What y’all came? One deep? Two deep?
I hope you’ll be your whole crew deep
So I can unleash on all them n***as: this shit Juneteenth!
Fourteen days’ prep not enough!? You too weak!
I’m snappin’ like binder rings! They lined you like loose-leaf!
Take a real hard look around - you up poop’s creek!
N***as duck Bill like goose beaks!
“You ‘bout to be booked SOLID!”
That’s what I told the Reverend
Devil bars, when I bring hell, a lot of people going to Heaven
Brand new weapon, .357, Judge, my lawyer weapon
Destroy your section
Wit’ your whole top left on red (read) ‘cause you ignored the message
(*Bill gets called for time*)
Let’s go
[Round 2: Young Kannon]
In a room with no crowd, yeah, you gotta be the man with the skills
Bars…the ability to rap through distractions at will
And Smack called the right man for the kill
You got the Super Duper Scope!
You could hit a n***a from a different country when you blam with the steel!
But Smack set this for the first of the month
It’s the perfect time to handle the Bill
N***a, the four pound
Backed up by the Draco wit’ more rounds
I’m gettin’ you G’s K’d…shit knockin’ doors down
Get sprayed tonight!
Now Bill look different, I changed the price
Go ‘head, carry on! This bag expensive and now your spirit takin’ flight
Watch your damn slander
‘Fore I pull up in Norristown, let the can’ blam ya
I’m outside, beggin’ for Bill: I’m a panhandler
You the next to go
I treat these top n***as like stepping stones
Stretch the chrome, two arms pointin’: that’s Bill Collector pose
I go beast mode, off exotic hydro weed, bro
Caught him slippin’ off his front porch, this guy be Meek tho’
Blood In, Blood Out, I be Miklo
Razor to your windpipe - ¡Ay, dios mios!
I’m spazzin’!
Bullet in your spine, he’ll do a backbend
We don’t let n***as who soft rock, so I’m gettin’ Eric clapped in (Clapton)
He made me mad, blaze the mag’
Beam on it, laser tag
Put some more shots on Bill, I’m tryna raise a tab
Fam’ gotcha!
Bent out of shape, he got bad posture
I’m in Philly, spittin’ wit’ the Clips(e) like Ab-Liva
Hit your homie, have both them n***as fallin’ when I blast choppers
So it’s a hard body (Hardbody) lyin’ on him: Math Hoffa
You need mad doctors!
I told AWOL, “Pass me the Desert.”
How I handle the pressure? I grab the handle and press ya
Leave your fam’ in a spittle, n***a! Go and hand ‘em a stretcher!
Fire cannon like Viacom, and they gon’ have to get your auntie some medics (antisemitic)
Boy, you a comedian! I’m a killer!
You can’t compare Hannibal Buress to Hannibal Lecter!
Whoever pull up, we’ll peel (pill), that’s a antidepressant
Boy, it’s Chicago, no lackin’
Big bro gon’ toe-tag him
I’m goin’ live wit’ a MAC (Mack): “We Only Go Platinum”
N***a, we handle weapons
Glock-23 and a MAC-11
I’m yellin’ “AY! B.C.!”
Let’s see if he can channel seven
A vet n***a, ten years, grinding in the field, n***a
I came up, got knocked down, and climbed back up that hill, n***a!
They say battle rap is entertainment over consistency
Now half your favorites don’t even prepare
Are y’all for real, n***a?
Racist cop: I don’t want this job no more if I can’t kill n***as
SouthSide!

[Round 3: Bill Collector]
Mmmgh…your breath…
Look…
In two rounds, I noticed you ain’t say no Showwoutt/Hitman shit to me

[Young Kannon]
Mm-hmm

[Bill Collector]
And I’m proud of you, ‘cause your character got too much cap about it
But you let K-Shine come to Chicago and knock out your man, laughed about it
Made it to the stage, rapped about it
Dropped 30 on you, you gave him dap about it
All in the same day
But n***as expect me to see n***as seven years later and snap about it?
Snap up out it
You see how upset he got when I asked about it?
Ask about me
Sleep on who?
At my peak, I don’t ever rest (Everest), ask a mountain
You can’t cover this new Bill from what your past amounted
So…fuck what happened to me back then
Try me now, I bet Bill’ll fight
So check yo’ bill of health before I exercise this bill of rights
40 ounce, the bullet color Miller Lite
You a killer, right?
Shots turn Killer Mike into “Thriller” Mike!
You feel the knife!?
Shells drop, it sound like I’m spillin’ ice
This n***a nice?
They told me, don’t play wit’chu, Kannon, but I don’t feel the hype
You dress like you forty-plus, you rap like you steal a bike
I…(*Bill exhales*)
What’s your real name like? Pedro? Paco? Jose?
Don Marino, Mexican (w)raps - who bought Chipotle?
Stream-puller
Catch my band camp, then your road way
If you don’t wanna rock, then roll
‘Cause once this Lincoln (Linkin) Park, it’s cold play (Coldplay)
Heavy metal, ‘cross your face
Buck-fifty, keep the change
Thought you could punch through this stage like Streets of Rage!? Meet the gauge!
BLAOW! Shells stuffed in yo’ basket: Easter day!
Eagles spray! ‘Cause I wanna see if yo’ vest fake
Shot make the plates shake and yo’ chest break
He survived ‘til I aim between the eyes, or the next space
And left a couple bangin’ on Kannon (Canon): that’s a sextape
Pause - I’ll fuck yo’ broad
Unpause - I’m the best, K
You dress gay like you’d never care
Big stage!? You was never there!
Men in Black: I’m here to put K in the last suit he’ll ever wear!
…Time

[Round 3: Young Kannon]
When you did that “I got the burner” vers’ M. Ciddy
We was like, “Whoo! That’s a moment.”
You know, shit we remember
He had that energy, starpower…ooh, the kid had potential
The n***a stock rose fast…
Rose even faster after-
It dropped even faster after a fist to the temple
Then he came back to SMACK
And that run got ended by a DOT - period
That was the end of your sentence
But you was “puttin’ n***as heads in they chest, now they breastfeedin’”
Showwoutt punched you during a Yankee game and yo’ ass ain’t wake up ‘til the next season
But it was yo’ fault
You was talking out the side of your neck, and them n***as blazed on you
Like he lost his app subscription, ‘cause Bill ain’t have the .8 on him
Bang on him for talkin’ lip!
Slice him after I spark his shit!
Give bucks to Bill, then check him: that’s wage garnishment
What’s the deal, Bill?
Word to Trevor Weller, I’m the Real Deal
So sit the fuck down and get shot: that’s a chill pill
Thang squeezin’!
You can’t tell me nothin’, n***a - my pain seasoned
I’m the GrandMaster ‘bout to Kill Bill
If you don’t use your chopstick, you ain’t eatin’
I haul off and cut ya! The sawed-off will touch ya
Clothesline from Hell, he get the arm off the buckle
Blazin’ wit’ it!
You doin’ good in yo’ hood? Don’t make me pay a visit
Wifey get clipped, and taggin’ this (antagonist) n***a for tryin’ play a villain
Pine box him!
Check on your pupil like a eye doctor
Skyrockets! Get a tip on cam’: Crimestoppers
I’m deadin’ him
Don’t send your homie - we shoot the messenger
We all saw Da Don’ll (Donald) Trump him
Now he gettin’ a four-five off precedent (President)
.38, .22, .44 - sound like a bad bitch measurements
Fuck the weapon shit
Square up, give Bill the (of) Rights: Thomas Jefferson!
Oh, you Devil Bar Bill!?
This ain’t no BB gun, n***a - we bare metal
I’ll leave you red, masked with the sticks
I dare Devils!
The ride real!
Recoil hurt my shoulder when I let five peel
Dre Dennis can’t open the Gates for you, but God will!
I’ll leave your shit blew (blue) in the jungle - come get Avatar’d
He subpar wit’ the battle bars, but he funny, so y’all laugh it off
You get views, but you never been on a NOME or a Summer Madness
Dawg...
How y’all show interest and give credit to Bill and he never been on a master card (Mastercard)!?
I’m sayin’, lil’ n***a, I don’t play like this
I grind 24/7 every day like this
And I know you figured he wouldn’t get slayed like this
But your mama shoulda told you “It’d be days like this”
SouthSide!

[Bill Collector]
I’m stealing that Mastercard bar