Second Round Knockout

Shaquille O'Neal

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    Yo, the Sun gon' shine forever
    All my statues and retired jerseys, I'ma live forever
    Better now or never, kill Damon, my pleasure
    We see you lose every year, nobody do it better
    Yeah right, weak ass bars, you ain't tight
    So when you spit somethin', make sure you spit it right
    Don't make a ass out of yourself 'cause you're losin'
    The Diesel's known for bruising, what is you doin'?
    You know that I'm Hall of Fame above you, Damon
    Hug you, Damon, I'ma make you love me, Damon
    Talkin' crazy ain't gon' get you nothin' but smoked
    Like when we see you in the Playoffs every year and you choke
    So the only thing left now, kill these cats
    Soft ass baller, I'ma kill these cats
    Already won, I'm too smart for these cats
    While you spittin' metaphors, I'm spittin' up facts

    In the commission, I don't need no permission to hit him
    I'ma fuck him up, even if McCollum is with him
    See this lil' dude can't take defeat
    He don't even believe that corny bullshit he speak
    That little Kobe comment you said had me grinnin'
    Three times MVP, Dame, at least I'm winnin'
    First of all, little boy, you see this ain't beef
    You just a bitch talkin' while I'm hittin', call it a queef
    Tryna act like a superstar, in Portland, you're local
    Same cadence in your last flow, switch up your vocals
    I can tell in your flow that you rattle
    How you a battle rapper? In your real job, you ain't win no battles
    See, you rap 'cause you need to, dog, I do it for sport
    When you run, I see that tampon string in your shorts
    And you shoot too much, dudes on your team hate it
    Keep talkin', make a phone call, get you traded
    You probly chose 0 'cause you thought it was hot
    You ain't hard 'cause in real life, you dress like a thot
    First spanking that I gave you, son, I meant to
    I'm so mad, even God or Allah can't help you
    Cash rules every thing around me, C.R.E.A.M
    Gollum lookin' ass boy, I'm the Lord of the Rings
    Clout chase, who? You? You ain't got what I want
    Why would I clout chase a dude with a camel toe in the front?
    I'm in your ass now, Damon, ain't gon' ever lay off
    Sittin' at the desk, watch you die in the Playoffs
    Things I don't need is attention and money
    Attention for what? Ten commercials runnin', you dummy
    Can't wait 'til you lose this year
    Dr. Diesel gon' bring you in for your annual pap smear
    Bring that ass over here, you can't walk away, [?]
    You gon' walk shoulders down lookin' lost and defeated
    Put some respect on my name, put some respect on my game
    Put some respect on these flames, I'm the big LeBron James
    You can never come close to the GOAT
    Barely make it every year, cry complaining 'bout them All Star votes
    See, you dropped that second track in a hurry
    How you gon' rest your case when I'm the motherfuckin' judge and the jury?
    You said my Shaq shoes are [?]
    Well, why when I walk in these bitches, boy, I can't be beat?
    See, you got the millennials fooled
    How you rep Oakland but went a Alameda catholic school?
    Sittin' in a church, friendly casual facility
    Writin' rhymes don't give your ass no street credibility
    Okay, I see what you did, yo
    Alameda's south of Oakland and east of San Francisco
    If you were so great, they would have retired your jersey at Weber State
    But they didn't 'cause they know you a fake
    The world gon' see you fall
    Lyrically, I'ma do to what you Rondo did to Chris Paul
    I'ma leave your ass dead and stankin'
    Why'd they put you low on ESPN or your Bleacher Report ranking?
    Think I really care if you speak?
    You just mad 'cause your whole salary, yo, I make in a week
    You losin', Damon, we can see it so blatant
    Dr. O'Neal operatin' on a patient
    You know I got a PHD
    That stand for Put His ass Down, you nothin' but a scrub to me
    We can keep this goin', keep on flowin'
    Shaq is worldwide, Dame D.O.L.L.A. don't know him
    What, you think I wasn't gonna respond?
    Droppin' little grenades, I'm droppin' them nuclear bombs
    Everybody gon' hear this ether
    I don't like your ass, I don't like Charles Barkley either
    Lyrically, I'm 7 foot 5 from the waist up
    Tell you one more time, Dame D.O.L.L.A., shut your face up

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    You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
    You're nobody 'til somebody kills you
    Now it's time to die
    Die
    Good luck this year, hahaha

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