SPM vs Los (Pt. II)

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 bar, Los

Okay guys, I want a clean fight

No hitting below the waist, no biting, and no "your mama jokes"

Y'all both got the same mama

Keep your hands up, and when you hear the bell

Come out swinging

Who couldn't deal with my steel, not a man nor Ragoon

You have nada for your papa, take your ass to your room

And don't you come out t'il your mum'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 only a mom

Some got on drugs and a lot of them have sold them

Others hear my song and their confidence is broken

But apple 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 age-tone 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 whinner and that isn't a title

That my own hotel, like to sickle in cycle

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 the switch, how the fuck you gon' off me?

SPM versus Los, how is hell on purple throne?

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 ass, hearing 'bout his triple pass?

Hotels and motels and butt-making 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 banner 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 only relevant

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 reigns (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, how is hell on purple throne?

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, Collin got to do all that

Hey, don't make me come down there