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ltsteez vs. jay-hovas_witness - interactive cypher lyrics

[round 1: lieutenant st–z]
i spit like i gotta bad taste
don’t like ltst–z, you got some bad taste
write these f-cking lines with mad haste
f-ck with me, that’ll be a bad day
spray ya block with some shots
from da glock, scream yawk yawk
nonstop, on top, n-ggas on my c-ck
got these birds, but when i make the bird call, it’s a migrating flock

i call out @jay-hovas_witness

[round 1: jay-hova’s witness]
@ltst–z says i got bad taste but he’s spitting sh-t lyrics
sounds like he’s gonna have to swallow the truth grin and bear it
spitting sh-t or maybe c-m i hear he’s into some queer sh-t
got n-ggas on his c-ck smelling like teen spirit
it might sound stupid but i hope it ain’t contagious
he’s canibus, if we fight round two i’ll pac this hatton’s face in
i bit eminem a bit because that sh-t i can stand
st–z can’t handle em, he needs something that melts in his hand

[round 2: lieutenant st–z]
lyricism? b-tch i got that in spades like a card deck
pile up these f-cking verses like a motherf-cking car wreck
sorry for the f-cking curses, speaking like a gypsy
waited for your b-tch to get off work, then she said tip me
a little too tipsy, prolly, took off her topsy
she said she ain’t got sh-t in this world, i said b-tch you got me
yeah this ain’t just f-cking, me & yo b-tch built a bond
take the l, you square, i put my 7 in her two holes, i’m james bond
now there are two ways we take this route, ya dumb -ss ho
we can keep beefin and not speaking for years the past no
one knows how it started, but we act r-t-rded till one of leaking, man no
i don’t want that sh-t, so yawk yawk we could squash squash the beef with a collabo

[round 2: jay-hova’s witness]
i guess last time i was so intricate it went over your head
so i dumbed it down for you let’s see how this one works instead
i thought i warned your -ss about going round two
but now i see you don’t want to die you just want me around you
if you can’t beat ’em join ’em and you ain’t beating this
and all you ever wanted was to be beating my d-ck
so now you ask for forgiveness and try to be my friend
too bad you couldn’t stand like a man ’til the end
you called me out again, what the f-ck you want more dude?
you come back at me acting like a b-tch because i f-cked you
but you want to f-ck for real, oh you want to get in bed b-tch?
put me to sleep like no wonder you’re named after a dead b-tch!

that’s right… feel it b-tch!

you f-cking poser you should have died in his place
everyone is thinking it just won’t say it to your face
all you do is disparage his name you’re a disgrace
to the entire fanbase!

even st–z would be pleased if you caught crps nerve disease
to see you fall to your knees and your body ease and forever freeze
and whenever these clever b’s try to pressure me with “sick sh-t”
i start dropping remedies, your worst enemy will never leave
i’m in the weight cl-ss of bigs, your rhymes are light as a feather
mine are fly as seven thousand and five feathers in chi weather
i’m on a higher level with the angels in holy high heaven
and you’re sitting as low as holy bread that’s unleavened
and just stop with the yawk yawk
you’re obviously also riding schoolboy q’s c-ck
next time make sure to bring a bazooka to this knife fight
cuz the way i fight with this knife i strike fright like john bobbit’s wife
and i don’t want your d-ck but i’ll still cut off that head
you’re gonna need it since you haven’t learned to use the one on your neck
now i want to be clear here, the choice is for you son
a few have said that two heads are better than none

[round 3: lieutenant st–z]
last night i was dreaming & i saw a vision
a demon, a ghost, a monster, should i perform an exorcism
but he told me, naw man i’m here to turn you to a prophet
get you out the projects, i’m no longer here for the torch, so n-gga you got this
maybe i should follow in his footsteps and commit suicide
cuz it’s “the end” of this battle, i do it, do or die
ask the b-tches, the birds, they’ll all say i’m super fly
you super grover, your b-tch red rover in my rover, come over for a super time
i straight jump off the rooftop ‘fore i bow down to a b-tch
i got my glock to ya head, you still clowning and sh-t
you down with this sh-t, sicker than syphilis, ear infection from listening
go to my concert and you won’t make it to christmas b-tch

only st–z stood a chance and he made it to christmas eve

but it’s december 1st, get the he-rs-, i’m k!lling this verse
the game and you, don’t ask me how, you’re still just the worst
and i’m still here with the fire breather verse
why in the f-ck has no one acquired me a he-rs-?
i’d rather die than be the worst, imma die and be in first
your dad’s got buyers remorse!

uh just getting started

[bridge]
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, everybody sing go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, everybody do the go f-ck yourself
f-ck you in the face and no sh-t man go f-ck yourself
and you a little f-cking b-tch, b-tch, b-tch go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, f-ck you, and your self, go f-ck yourself!
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself
go f-ck yourself, n-gga, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself in the face
go f-ck yourself, n-gga, go f-ck yourself, go f-ck yourself in the face
you ain’t sh-t

beat ya like ike, where the m
quote renegade like m &…
hear crickets in this b-tch
yo b-tch bought tickets to this b-tch
heard my d-ck was in this b-tch
b-tch you ain’t sh-t up in this b-tch!
i’m gold, a god, raps golden golden goose on top
you on the bottom, like with ya mates, should i stop
you get the point shoul i continue to mock
you. like. c-ck. f-ck you imma scream yawk yawk!
im named ltst–z and was never a huge fan, hows that for oxymoron
me & ya b-tch got chemistry, she said you were boron
(eddie murphy laugh)
imma go jo jackson on your -ss, but you ain’t no michael
throw you like football off a building, now that’s a downward spiral
(eddie murphy laugh)
i’m the funniest, slummiest, but still dummy-ist in this rap sh-t
you body of work is sh-t, but you still ain’t cr-p, b-tch
(denzel laugh)
my n-gga, f-cked ur b-tch and i got the burn
lucky for u, u just read 50 shades, let ya finger do the worm
(eddie murphy laugh)
i gotta leave for cl-ss, but don’t think i’m through
k!lling you, haven’t even checkec 4 typos, still gon beat ya in round 2

[round 3: jay-hova’s witness]
well you know they always saying “may the best man win”
and in this game ltst–z thinks he’s the best man in
fine, you’re the best man then but n-gga i’m the groom
i’m finna honeymoon and beta test man’s ten
getting funny soon, stick a playa’s left hand in
then best hand in make it clap, pray for expanding
before she cuts through my hands and makes a mess
though i was saying you ate -ss, it ain’t that, you ate chest
cuz i was tapping your babes -ss, ate your heart out while i ate breast
and now you’re trying to switch the news
trying to walk in my footsteps but the shoes ain’t fit
so you talk about scr-w-ng my b-tch, guess you forgot
how last round i made you my b-tch
i’d expect more of a man but you’re jewels ain’t set
i’ve got bars of gold, your fool’s cain’t step
you’re a joker you ain’t got jack not a single ace yet
i got both plus your dime she’s my queen in latex
and next i put my money on the king now that’s a safe bet
so prepare to get royally flushed by my spade set
i call a spade a spade so when i’m calling you out
that means my spades are digging for a man whose weight’s dead
i already proved to you i’m in the big-est weight cl-ss
in fact, i’m past that i’m like the bigs’ weight wet
you get wet when you bear arms like your wearing a rain vest
and yet you insist on bringing a pencil to a trained vet
i’m sh-ttin’ written warheads while you just want to play pen
my rhyming level is way next, i’m close but i wouldn’t say best
i think that i’m going insane yet still i’m reaching a lyrical apex
this ain’t no lyrical miracle “play dense” sh-t, this dope rhyming that makes sense
you think your sh-t is so great why don’t you f-ck it up the -n-s
call you f-cking dumb-ss, you’re f-cking with lame brains
and i promise that’ll be my last joke about g-y s-x
that sh-t is played out even though it makes for some great jest
and it made ether and we all know how that play went
it cemented the reinstatement of the greatest of the great men
in this game yet, but now he’s heading toward displacement
and maybe in his absence i can be his great replacement
and instead of all the debas-m-nt and spitting hatred i can come up
out the bas-m-nt, get elevated to a lofty headsp-ce and
write poetry from the soul for levitation
make a difference, make a statement, raise my city, lift my nation
focus less on the money and more getting “amens”
beat the path and lay the pavement for the next generation
be an inspiration for the kids with no patience
feeling weighed down by the present so they jump straight to weight lift
and they give themselves a facelift from the steel and lead bang! sh-t!
…nah f-ck that, they’d rather hear an ignoramus
kicking -ss so @ltst–z just get the f-ck up out the way b-tch
round one i sh-tted on you then rubbed your face in my defecation
and that was just to cause some hesitation
before you entered in a race that you didn’t have any place in
round 2 i brought the mace in
i shook the hand of fate and it slapped a n-gga’s face in
choked you senseless until a n-gga’s face went
blue, cut off your circulation
i put you in permanent hibernation
watched your body deflate then put a n-gga in a crate and
shoveled terrain over the grain and then erected your grave head
you couldn’t escape the decimation
i bodied and buried you and this is the desecration!
i’m beating a dead corpse at this point it’s just entertainment
yet even though i slaughtered you and and everyone around me
for some odd reason you still want to be adjacent
not sure if you deserve ridicule or admiration
but i’m praising your unwillingness to stay dead
so for now i’m raising you from your clay bed
with that said you had better step it up or get to bracing
for our collision like kids controlling a train set
and i’m coming full freight and you can bet this ain’t a fake threat
we can join forces and together we can play them
i’m prepared to flip an ace and let the chips fall where they may then
just as long as you’re prepared to play with the elder statesmen
let’s make this collaboration a great win and stay winnin’

- interactive cypher lyrics

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