Pops Vs James Battle Rap #2

Last time that we spoke, there was smoke in the air
And everybody said you won, but I don't like that there
Cause Big James, he a beast, and he don't take no L's
So now I'm back, and I'm better, and it's so unfair

The way I'm bout to drag your old ass across this beat
It might just raise your blood sugar cause I'm just too sweet
Should be illegal for a man to possess this much heat
I'm just too neat, cause Big James the real OG

Big P-O-P can't see me on the M-I-C
Your rhymes too weak, I'll drop kick you in your knees
And watch your ass fold up like a old bed sheet
I'm from the streets, bruh, I'll hit you in your E-Y-E

Now who the hell you say you hitting in the E-Y-E?
It won't be me, I put that on G-O-D
Cause if you try to S-W-I-N-G on me
You might just mess around and have to need a E-M-T

Boy, I'm surprised you still rapping after last time what happened
When I snapped on the beat and wiped your ass like a napkin
Dammit, maybe you forgot, but boy, I been bout that action
I could hit you one time, you 'gone be speaking in captions

Whether fight or on the mic, I'm a certified stepper
I taught 21 to be a savage, call me professor
Been a OG in these streets for so long, feel like forever
Before your ass was even thought of, I was here applying pressure

When I step out, the clouds open up like a window
If you put me on a beat, Ima eat like it's dinner
I keep a belt on my hip, it cut you up like a splinter
Your new name Little Debbie, cause you soft in the middle

Hold up, Big James, on God, no cap, straight up
Now I'm really bouta get on your head
Cause everybody know the truth and why you act like you do
On the inside, you really just a lonely old man

That's why you always mad all the time
Ain't got nothing else to do but whoop ass and do crime
You getting old, you already going blind
You 'gone try to swing that belt and put a crack in your spine

Aye, Pops-asaurus, that's your new name
And if they ask, prehistoric, that's your new age
I might just kick you in the head with my flu games
You sweet just like Kool-Aid
You must forgot I'm Big James

I been the realest on the mic since I came out the womb
Me and you on any beat, I'll sweep you up like a broom
I ain't Darryl, you can't whoop me and just lock me in a room
Put your hands on me, it's 'gone be a bad afternoon

You say you OG in these streets, more like pappy
Cause OG for you is 'Old Ass Grandaddy'
Matter of fact, I ain't 'gone lie, I'm surprised you still rapping
Cause round bout this time, people your age be napping

There he go, no surprise, talking bout my age again
And best believe I ain't lonely, I got a bunch of lady friends
They in a box up under my bed and all got buckles on the end
You got beef, well, I got heat, so let's make smoke up in here then

Last night I stayed up late with your mama on the phone
And let me tell you, she ain't worried bout these old ass bones
If everything go right, a little drip, a little cologne
She might just mess around and bring you a step father home

I'm the P-O-P-S, I don't do no B.S
To much bass in your chest, just like Nike, you get checked
Little boy tryna flex, but I'm not too impressed
That's why that fake ass chain leaving green on your neck

How you call yourself a rapper and ain't nobody heard of ya
Thinking you can step to me, boy, that's very absurd of ya
You 'gone kick me in the head, boy, ain't nobody scared of ya
Come on over here and try so I can knock the words out of ya

OG that's me, P-O-P on G-O-D
It's going up like Cardi B
I'm big dog and you a flea
The disrespect, I'm tired of it
You must not really know bout me
I'm known for giving out them ass whoopings
Call me Mr.Beast

I'm spitting fire on this beat and you just out here making noise
Boy, I'm grown, you a youngin', you still probably play with toys
If I was you, talking junk would be something that I'd avoid
Cause I could easily make your mama Mrs. Mayes little boy