To the Break of dawn
 
 To the, to the, to the
 
 Times up punk
 
 yea yea Time to settle the score
 
 To the break of dawn, another dumb move
 
 Ha, ha, ha this time it's over boy
 
 This is me and you, head to head, let's go
 
  
  Here we go, beat down round 2
 
 Heads up punk 'cause it all comes down to
 
 Me and you, face to face, head to head
 
 Mic to mic, I like the weak shit you said
 
 To the break of dawn, beats nitro
 
 Lyrics weak, say goodnight 'cho
 
 Star Trek shades, man cut the joke
 
 Let's get serious and go for broke
 
 You still got a lock on my jock like a pitbull
 
 Victor before you pull it off you thought Mr. Pitiful
 
 Here's some mouthwash, g
 
 Your mouth smells like my jockstrap, C-
 
 A-U-S-E, you're ridin' me,
 
 T-O-D-D, junior Moe Dee
 
 Stop biting, chewing, swallowing
 
 Who in the hell told you that you could do what you were doing
 
 Raise up son, I need jock relief
 
 Here's a toothpick, now get my jock out your teeth
 
 You swallow it, yea, finish, burp
 
 Now let a real man go to work
 
 'Cause I'm a whip you like your daddy, beat ya like a baby
 
 Sick ya like a dog, dropping lyrics wit rabies
 
 Cut ya like a knife 'cause you're nuthin but hype
 
 You slice and dice and ice twice for life
 
 I'm a treat ya like a hooker punk, change your clothes
 
 Put you on the streets wit ya jingling hoes
 
 Keep talking about me and I'll keep pimping
 
 Just bring me that money and take this last whipping
 
 How can one man be so dumb
 
 You're trying to come off and don't know how to come
 
 You're young and dumb and quick at the tongue
 
 You high strung bum come and get done
 
 I'll do you wit a death blow
  
 
 (Chorus)
 
 Kill 'em kill 'em
 
 I'll hit ya wit a death blow
  
 
 My lyrical beatdown will leave ya in a coma
 
 'Cause you can't hang without a high school diploma
 
 Your brain is fatigued, you're out of your league
 
 You're running out of gas and you're tank is on E
 
 Somebody buy him a heart 'cause he's petro
 
 Take you're whipping like a man brother let go
 
 No apologies, tears, or violins
 
 Get your black suits 'cause I ain't smiling
 
 I'm shooting the gift of gab, brother you're ripped in half
 
 Soon as the mic is past, you won't live to laugh
 
 If there's laughter, I'll get the last one
 
 You loafed on the lyrics and you caught a bad one
 
 So who's got no style, look at your profile
 
 You can't dance, can't dress and you're so foul
 
 Still wearing played out 4 finger rings
 
 Played out fat gold chains and things
 
 You changed your look now change your gameplan
 
 Trying to dress but you still wear name brand
 
 Brother, you look crazy weak
 
 And it gets worse when we hear you speak
 
 So you ain't got a chance in hell
 
 You'll be known as the late LL
 
 The man who lost one, one too often
 
 Came wit a soft one and went to his coffin
 
 A close casket they won't show ya
 
 When I finish, you're mama won't know ya
 
 'Cause I'm a rip you limb from limb
 
 You tombstone read he had no win
 
 So RIP, Rest in peace, rip 'em
 
 D.I.D., dead indeed, did 'em
 
 A H-I-T, hitman, so whatcha hit 'em wit
 
 A rhyme silencer, I hit 'em wit a death blow
  
 
 Chorus
  
 
 If mama said knock me out, come do it
 
 You can't win and that (record scratch) knew it
 
 I'm a send you home in a body bag
 
 Wit the mic in your throat and a jock for a gag
 
 You're out of here, over, finished, all in
 
 And Marly marl can't save you from fallin
 
 'Cause as soon as you came back what did you do
 
 To the break of dawn, another dumb move
 
 You can't go hard, you're just so-so Todd
 
 I'm that type of guy, oh my God
 
 It's gets no rougher comes no weaker
 
 marly hooked the beats so now you need a
 
 Writer to bring you back from hell
 
 Because I'm a rock up L
 
 Low life loser, life like luna
 
 Lafidasical, lispless luna
 
 Tic liver lifeless, living likeness
 
 Lusting longing lyrics like this
 
 Little league, lard larsonist liar
 
 Label ledger, left the leper liar
 
 Bull, lull, lateral learning
 
 Laps language latent lurking
 
 Language, language, local logo
 
 Light laboring, limited local
 
 Now LL's a laughing stock
 
 'Cause I bit that ass to the last stop
 
 I watched you fall like Hitler fell
 
 And now you're down to a broken L
 
 You're records ain't hot and you're shows don't sell
 
 Yo, tell 'em how you fell L, hard as hell
 
 You came back and you thought you had me
 
 But think about it, whos' your daddy
  
 
 Kill 'em... Big daddy, I don't want none...
 
 I did 'em wit a death blow
 
 To the break of dawn
 
 To the, to the, to the, get him out of here