Tekster: Potluck. Harvest Time. Fight Night.

Who said they wanna battle? with the featherweight and heavyweight champs of the microphone? bring it on chump
(Round 1) you know you outta line now it's battle time, you done crossed the line, and I gotta handle mine. I'm a hope I get high, look you eye-to-eye spit it you lie, make you wanna cry, asking god, why?
(Round 2) aw naw man damn now you fucked up, you wanna battle me then here, battle up, it's Potluck you can't handle us, you better saddle up, cause when I bust my rhyme you're getting splattered no matter what.
(Round 3) hit you where it hurts, treat you like a loose skirt, hit the pussy raw I'll steal the change up out your purse. you're worthless, get nervous stare at the mic, check it, useless got no sense, witness you best quit it.
(Round 4) it's time to bring the pain, put you to shame, it's steppin the plate, there ain't no stoppin the rain, better hold tight, we're gonna fight, Potluck we so sick, lights out, good night, Suge Knight'd ya whole click.

[Hook: x2]
Come get me, you wanna get me but I'll
Let me be, the one you wanna battle,
You will see, you wanna dance? get smashed on the stage pass me the microphone I'm bout to blast.

(Round 5) you wanna tuck your skills turn around and run. you wanted some you getting some, haha ain't it fun. you lookin dumb you fuckin bum, you never shoulda started some, you shit ya pants and piss yourself, your cryin like a baby son.
(Round 6) you ain't shit, you can't spit, whatcha doin? your reputations getting ruined since the sharin the crowds booin, it's fight night, you can't even hold your mic right, getting ran like a stoplight, it's simple, your not tight.
(Round 7) you got knocked down when I took a sip of Crown, get you on the ground and got to smokin on the pound, Potluck is lyric legends in this town, we clowned around, this battles over, don't get up pal stay down.
(Round 8) you think your tuff, without getting up, I'm a call your bluff, you think you got the stamina to take another punch, wrong move, get off the ground and you gon' die, you want another try, you got the look in ya eye so

[Hook: x2]
Come get me, you wanna get me but I'll
Let me be, the one you wanna battle,
You will see, you wanna dance? get smashed on the stage pass me the microphone I'm bout to blast.

(Round 9) you're curled up wanna throw in the towel, you only flow in the shower, Potluck the man of the hour, get it right, we're fightin on the mic, exciting and we hype, give it, you're gonna be as tight.
(Round 10) here we go again, eye-to-eye, toe-to-toe, your crew will go I'm duckin and movin I'm so confusin, never losin like I'm an illusion, she got ya trippin while the bass boomin, crowds groovin I'm spittin fire I'm a simple Jew man
(Round 11) I'm jabbin with the left, hookin with the right, gotcha on the ground, so let's stop the fight? but we can't, won't, and will not stop, Potluck the knockout kings and the hatas get dropped.
(Round 12) your raps whack we hate your style, oh you a rapper now just because you watched "8 Mile'' you got smashed beat up for 12 whole rounds, I'll bet ya never rap again you got knocked the fuck out.

That shits too loud man, you're gonna ruin your hearing