"SPM Versus Los 2" lyrics
(feat. Carley Coy)
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to fight night at the Dope House
Tonight we have a rematch between two of the best
Standing in this corner, the SPM
And sitting in this corner smoking a bong, Los
Okay, guys, I want a clean fight
No hitting below the waist, no biting, and no yo' mama jokes
Y'all both got the same mama
Keep your hands up, and when you hear the bell
Come out swinging
Who could deal with my skill, not a man nor a goon
You have nada for your papa, take your ass to your room
And don't you come out 'til your mom's done cooking
You dug yourself a grave, now you got one foot in
I'm daddy of the rap game, I got a million sons
But let me get this clear, one is not William [?]
Some got on drugs and a lot of them have sold them
Others hear my song and they confidence is broken
But papa is the chosen, you are only half of me
I'm a monster, I'm a bear, I wipe my ass on a tree
I'm a H-Town gorilla, I don't feel my bananas
But I promise that I haven't had no children with pandas
A lion misses panthers and no hippopotamus
I have had a child with a non-fiction novelist
Los is a rhino and that isn't a title
Got my own hotel, like the sicko and psycho
And you know that I know that your ho is my ho
I hit you from the back like Mariah hits her high notes
So why, Los? Why do you kill them so softly?
Bitch, I ain't a switch, how the fuck you gon' off me?
SPM versus Los, high as hell on purple dro
This will be a murder show
'Cause they both claim to have the perfect flow
I don't know, you decide
Someone needs to survive
'Cause the game is do or die
But if they kill each other, it is suicide
Man, that fuckin' guy Los, he's a fuckin' riot
He's either rapping 'bout his nuts or saying something violent
Why do people his love ass, hearing 'bout his troubled past?
Hotels and motels and butt naked bubble baths
Cameras with a double flash, sure it's worth a couple laughs
But we get the picture, man, rappers have a fuckin' blast
Now can we change though, maybe talk some politics?
Even helping underprivileged kids get some scholarship?
No more talking baller shit or giving stripers dollar tips
How you fucking barter tits and now your name is on a rizz
Rolling like the president and you're the only Mexican
From Hillwood or Willhood, I mean it's all irrelevant
Okay, you sold a few drugs, you shot a couple assholes
You got kids with blonde hair, you got kids with afros
Your music never dies, you're the best, you're the greatest
And blah, blah, blah, bitch, stick it in your anus (Hey, hey)
For those that do tripping 'bout the worlds and explode
And thinking, "Why is SPM talking shit to Los?"
As far as my eyes can see there's always been a rivalry
Ain't no competition, so the bitch picks a fight with me
SPM versus Los, high as hell on purple dro
This will be a murder show
'Cause they both claim to have the perfect flow
I don't know, you decide
Someone needs to survive
'Cause the game is do or die
But if they kill each other, it is suicide
And the winner is, Los
Hey, y'all don't gotta do all that
Hey, don't make me come down there
Tonight we have a rematch between two of the best
Standing in this corner, the SPM
And sitting in this corner smoking a bong, Los
Okay, guys, I want a clean fight
No hitting below the waist, no biting, and no yo' mama jokes
Y'all both got the same mama
Keep your hands up, and when you hear the bell
Come out swinging
Who could deal with my skill, not a man nor a goon
You have nada for your papa, take your ass to your room
And don't you come out 'til your mom's done cooking
You dug yourself a grave, now you got one foot in
I'm daddy of the rap game, I got a million sons
But let me get this clear, one is not William [?]
Some got on drugs and a lot of them have sold them
Others hear my song and they confidence is broken
But papa is the chosen, you are only half of me
I'm a monster, I'm a bear, I wipe my ass on a tree
I'm a H-Town gorilla, I don't feel my bananas
But I promise that I haven't had no children with pandas
A lion misses panthers and no hippopotamus
I have had a child with a non-fiction novelist
Los is a rhino and that isn't a title
Got my own hotel, like the sicko and psycho
And you know that I know that your ho is my ho
I hit you from the back like Mariah hits her high notes
So why, Los? Why do you kill them so softly?
Bitch, I ain't a switch, how the fuck you gon' off me?
SPM versus Los, high as hell on purple dro
This will be a murder show
'Cause they both claim to have the perfect flow
I don't know, you decide
Someone needs to survive
'Cause the game is do or die
But if they kill each other, it is suicide
Man, that fuckin' guy Los, he's a fuckin' riot
He's either rapping 'bout his nuts or saying something violent
Why do people his love ass, hearing 'bout his troubled past?
Hotels and motels and butt naked bubble baths
Cameras with a double flash, sure it's worth a couple laughs
But we get the picture, man, rappers have a fuckin' blast
Now can we change though, maybe talk some politics?
Even helping underprivileged kids get some scholarship?
No more talking baller shit or giving stripers dollar tips
How you fucking barter tits and now your name is on a rizz
Rolling like the president and you're the only Mexican
From Hillwood or Willhood, I mean it's all irrelevant
Okay, you sold a few drugs, you shot a couple assholes
You got kids with blonde hair, you got kids with afros
Your music never dies, you're the best, you're the greatest
And blah, blah, blah, bitch, stick it in your anus (Hey, hey)
For those that do tripping 'bout the worlds and explode
And thinking, "Why is SPM talking shit to Los?"
As far as my eyes can see there's always been a rivalry
Ain't no competition, so the bitch picks a fight with me
SPM versus Los, high as hell on purple dro
This will be a murder show
'Cause they both claim to have the perfect flow
I don't know, you decide
Someone needs to survive
'Cause the game is do or die
But if they kill each other, it is suicide
And the winner is, Los
Hey, y'all don't gotta do all that
Hey, don't make me come down there
