Faster Than Light

ROUND 1: Real Deal: Where the fuck is Micky Worthless? All that shit he talked online you would've sworn the man was Cassius Then he called Dirtbag two days ago like "Bruv, I called the airline to track my baggage Apparently Expedia fucked up my travel passes." Suck a dick you limey cunt I hope your next flight across the Atlantic crashes The real reason he didn't come he knew right off the bat this Yankee would turn Micky to Mantle ashes So let's get it cracking Now that the Mick is gone it looks Rocky And I'm ready for that Clubber Lang fight United Airlines; you see an Asian get drug in plain sight Everybody Knows that when Asians write raps they probably do with symbols Marvelous Marvin, Royce even said you're a Hagler Cause you Jew'ed your way into tunes with nickel I'm joking, you're official And when it comes to rappers with the biggest tits... you are O'fficial Hey Illmac, you realize that anybody that's ever met you at anytime in your life can say they knew you when you were little Hey, it could be worse, imp juice You could be Everybody Knows You ever heard one of his records bud? I'm gonna play that shit for my students to show them the effects of drugs I don't know if it's the acid hits or the fuckin' crystal meth he does But I heard your tape buns like Emilio Estevez in the Breakfast Club Listening to an album from Everybody Knows with Hawaiian production There's not an amount that you could pay me I'd rather watch your family play Rock Band to see who has the hot hand with ukuleles I'd rather watch Illmac rap about waving around an Excalibur Or hear Stacks say "Faggot!" a thousand times in a round Frank, shameless like you playing the Gallagher Battles like this, will make me want to go back to teaching and circle a date on my calendar And Marv can get the iron to his head like he breaking in the McCallister's You are an Asian lesbian from Hawaii I'll bet every woman you ever fucked in your life has up and turned dyke How can you be a Mark, and look like Zuckerberg's wife? That's one Illmaculate: Ey it's rebuttal time So what I just beat Chilla Y'all just tryna beat each other I ain't even stutter I mean All Eyez On Me, the spirit of Afeni hovers Cause I'm here fresh off a body like the tears of a grieving mother I swear to God there's normally five targets And I spit a round that no-one beats This time, rappers counting on they sheep It's five rappers, I leave rappers - I'm doubting that they'll sleep And I'm leaving 5-0; woop woop that's the Sound Of Da Police Tell Dan, our audio's the best Avocado with the red; that mean my audio's the best Set 'em up I knock them down like dominoes, except Every round I'm going 5; that's the Domino Effect Like Frank you shouldn't rap, you should be in the crowd I give a fuck if you're flippedy-dippedy - Frank you got a shitty style His whole thing is "rap is a joke" I had to take a minute out Like "Rap is a joke"? Heard him rapping, ha ha I get it now Yo we ain't on the same plane I hijack the flight Fans saying the can't take it, it's like bad advice This an introduction to women's suffrage; strike after strike Faster fists than Master Ip; leaving the ring with 5 bags of rice This the Caddy Royale I swear to God, I can feel the spirit of Cadalack in the place But for some reason I feel like Frak in a way Oh yeah, probably cause I took this battle today Even though my opponents are a slap in the face Time! Everybody Knows: Dan hit my jack He said "Mickey can't make it there's no hope for him." I said "What a waste of time, resources and perfectly good opium." I said "What about the three people on the internet, from the U.K. that wanted to vote for him?" I said "What about the eight bars that I wrote for him" Last month we did a Watch Live, it was quite the visit Till Greg put on me getting bodied by OnlyOne cause he's a spiteful midget Little man, Scribble Jam, most disrespectful thing I can say about you is you look like a Timbers fan So we can have a fight like I won't get back into bed Frank used to rock with Peacoat now he's a gangster instead But folks are fashioned again Before Ex-I panicked and fled because his grandpa was dead He was slapping the living shit out of back of your head I said Frank is the best I said every Echo shirt Real Deal buys becomes mandatory cop attire I said every Echo, Phat Farm, Rocawear shirt Real Deal buys becomes mandatory cop attire I said he makes his student watch The Wire And prays that he does not get fired His lack of skill creates a void that his accent fills But whenever a snitch cracks he kicks back like "Fam, let's build." Shoot me the beat He can't help it, Trevor's looked like the police since his Scribble days 21 Jump Street meets 21 Savage; it's a rave! He went in deep cover as an alcoholic rapper, now he's an alcoholic rapper Boy it's a shame, you don't even got no fucking leads You know what you fucking need boy it's a raise I say Illmac, fuck your Timbers game I said him and Frank play Good Cop Bad Cop, but which cops I don't fuck with cops, lick shots in the name of... hip-hop And no, I'm not forgetting I'm in the groove I'll get to you Marv but right now I'm trying to ignore the elephant in the room Marv Won: I'm feeling like this battle was a setup I'm the only fat guy And no matter what Frank Stacks tells y'all, I am the only black guy But if you come round here with that trash cooning Then you leaving with two black eyes So I got a real question for you Frank, who, in the fuck is that guy? Fam, this is your formal invite to someone giving a fuck You should of wore a black tie But I bet you got a black belt You probably wear it when you make pad thai Look, you are a rapper from Hawaii When's the last time y'all produced an actual mam He's behind the times His idea of spam mail is putting a stamp on an actual can I am so mad at you Dan I feel like you committing murder with the lies You promised me Five Guys no homo I was expecting a burger and some fries You told Frank the exact same thing, so homo All he heard was "the guys" Now there's two different levels of disappointment but the same type of hurt in our eyes I need a drink, somebody get me a beer Question, what's 99% shifty and weird The answer: booking Mickey that's why he isn't here Look I am not Pesci, I am not Loe Pesci So let me tell you what I was finna do Give you two choices: Get the shit slapped out of you Or some sense stumped into you Look just come out and be a gay rapper like Eminem in The Interview It's crazy, how you giving us a bad rap But I'm the class act I'm Blade Brown and Pender Hughes And then there's you Always trying to sell me Ty Cobb like he is the shit Of course you would love Ty Cobb y'all both racist pieces of shit Fucking Real Deal Mauer I know dude His thinking is old school Don't think cause you eat black prostitutes that you now ready for soul food Hey Dig it, all these competitors is done I'm way better with a gun I'm a much better surf boarder than you And I can dance better than your son Frank Stacks: Ey what's up San Jose? Ey who else could take six years off Come back just to flip queers off Ride down to San Jose just to shave Dirtbag Dan's faggot ass beard off I'm such a pure boss I never took a near loss or even let a tear drop I leave you with hearing loss So even if I steered wrong or veered off I still get a clear shot So when you see that van go (Van Gogh) your ears gone But your ears ain't going nowhere! [Real Deal] (laughs) I can hear it, I hear that [Marv Won] Talk to that man (laughs) [Frank Stacks] Let me tell you 'bout his ears though Your ears need to be tucked And your cheeks are flushed Your eyes are too close together and your teeth are bucked Your nose - bro all your facial features are fucked Somehow you look like a weasel and a duck I mean Jesus fucking Christ, think about your guys' battle rap career And everything you've accomplished in your life And now you're here Battling me, what the fuck is wrong with you guys? Fucking.. Jesus Christ I mean, let me foreshadow You see I only got like four battles Y'all got like 100 more battles And you're so black you've probably never met you dad bro In fact, you're so black that before the battle your shadow thought that you're it's shadow You're so fucking fat you got like four shadows! Well here we have the penis shrinkage of Peter Dinklage I was gonna say that when you fuck a bitch it's like throwing a hot dog down a hallway But then Marv would be sitting there thinking about hot dogs all day I just heard Marv say "Which hallway?" Ey after the battle Marv gone be at the bar talking bout "What kind of hot dogs y'all make? What's up Ohana You're over here like Moana got butt fucked by an iguana I mean I don't even know what the fuck race you are This shit is way too hard I tried to come up with some racist bars but the only thing I can think of is you race your car So take that Marv I will fucking break that off if you wave that arm And all racism aside you look like you were raised on an actual egg plant farm I mean how the fuck do you get in and out of your car Without setting off the alarm You're so fucking fat, blind people have told me "I can see him from afar." And God never said "Let there be dark." Oh well, here you are ROUND 2: Real Deal: So your name's Stacks But your resume doesn't outside the West Coast But to be frank, you're a funny guy So you made a good impression on the Cali end though I said, you say shit that's real clever like "AIDS" Your watch is probably set to Grind Time I hope you accepted times changed They say only the good die young You'll probably live to be Betty White's age I'm saying look, you say "faggot" a thousand times in a round That's not as innocent as it seems He put on gloves for this battle Cause he'll never leave his finger prints on the scene Fuck it, I said your act is still as shit It's one we all done seen before Battle rap, you're a ghost, you can't see the indicator, I'll spell it out for you like a Ouija board You say "rap sucks" then what the fuck you still press up CDs for? Plus you look and dress like every white guy ever caught on surveillance robbing a convenience store Ey, y'all guys ever heard a Frank Stacks song? You ever heard one? Man He be like "It's ya boy Frank Stacks hella hot, swerving and serving perfect" Who the fuck listens to that shit outside your clubhouse and circle jerks? And Marv, you over the hill and yet, you still a vet But are you still a threat you pillow pet? Fuck strikes let's get it cracking You couldn't put together a solid round on a Billiard set Big man in Detroit Big as far as Marv go big but no heart though Darko Milicic You? Short as a milosec I'm back barring them So tell Matt [?] Willow's next I said, every time I hear you rap I hear of the blood sweat and tears you put in Every time I buy new sneaks This is a rap battle please stop trying to out haiku me I got goons in the Zay and the outfit show guns (shoguns) like Ryu And they'll bust in this bitch like it got a IUD Illmaculate: Listen buddy, that whole "cut my ear off" bit That was cut-throat I mean it It's perfect, cause I slash lobes and paint with Van Gogh's brushstrokes of genius Real Deal should be in Juggalo make up Opening for Tech N9ne Marv Won, got left behind right around Em's prime I'll pay Frank Stacks if he can tell us an event that he's headlined And, Everybody Knows when I tea off I make him exit like Ex-I Hold on, when I tea off I make him exit like Ex-I You know, cause when you take the T off of "exit" it's Ex-I?! I can see Frank at a bus stop Time Nah, look look County skinny jeans Cigarette in his ear His whole style says he might discover the internet in the year If rap was a joke, you would clearly be the king But he thought since I can't be taking seriously I'll just make not be taken seriously, a thing You, are racist I mean that isn't enough? Fans don't fuck with you unless they're outliers Hip-hop looks at you like nortenos to a south sider Labels said he would be harder to put out, than a wild fire No wonder we only see him at the Rumble, he's an outsider Marv, you need to check ya hoe and keep her in line He thinks she faithful cause he gave her home and ring and some wine I gave her a blunt, told her to "roll up" She gave me dome, my seat was reclined Smoking weed in the ride Link with your princess and, she blowing me on the side like the Ocarina Of Time Hold on, Trevor changes how he talks depending on who he's talking to Like if you're white, it's "Hey y'all hey" If your French it's "En France" If you're Mexican it's my compadre If you're black he's talking out the side of his mouth like Conway You are so boring It takes white guilt to be your fan Rest in peace Sandra, now you getting killed for being Bland Bruh, you are a poser, and there's no worse reality I mean he's the only person with multiple personalities and no personality In this ring, no-one's shooting, Home Improvement Tool Time You lost to The Saurus, and that's the homie Two Times I killed you at Ether, now I'm killing you two times Plus I got six and a half racks for that He didn't even get two Time! Everybody Knows: There's a lot going down right now Marv and Trevor are both looking at their phones Shit ain't looking okay I mean I pulled out my phone but Tinder automatically popped up so I put it away Bunch of mushrooms, last night, some other shit, drank a lot, took it to the dome Dude, you guys are fucking stupid I've done so much fucking shit in this past 48 hours and I ain't fucking looking at my phone Yo Marv Last time I saw you outside of Team Backpack you called me a "dirt bag", what's up ock? People that live in gingerbread houses shouldn't throw gum drops If I said Micky looked like a bum propped on the Market street bus stop He would just laugh cause it's a way of life and ask me "Why the fuck not?" But he's not here so I should just stop And Frank, is what could stack to happen if Daniel Blackton's dad was rapping Too $hort, what's my favorite word? Yo it's faggot you're the faggot captain Grab the ratchet, peel all on you, that's a banana blanket It's a re-branding tactic This motherfucker's birth name is Francis Stackson Wikipedia.. And it's always laid back and easy going with Trevor Except for the moments I wonder how he holds it together The first bear is chilled the next one he hope he remembers He sounds like Howie Mandel and Bubba Sparxxx thrown in a blender I look at Marv, I say "Don't die" "I'll be so hurt." His arteries look like a network of banana flavored Gogurts Back of Marv's neck look like a old shirt And Frank's rapping system is like Marv's metabolism; it don't work I said, in Portland, these Aryians are getting me nervous Illmac, fuck you and your vegetarian delivery service Either grow it in a garden, put it in the cooler, bring it to work and shit it into a hole a hole in the ground Or you are missing the purpose I said it's a disturbance You stupid little, fucking hippy perversion Don't preach to me, talk to Marv when his kidneys are bursting I won't sit through the sermon I said, Micky is worthless as an appendix to surgeons Before conditions have worsened And the rest of the round was Micky Worthless fuck shit So I had to cut it Yo this is just some, freestyling bullshit that I just spit Yo the gloves fit Yo I said, I'm lyrically impressive Frank's always wearing those gloves to keep his prints off all the children he's molested Time Marv Won: I keep looking at my phone cause girls send me pictures of them naked Tell your uncle "good job" it took him 15 minutes to make it The phone! It's racist Out of all your brothers and sisters, I can tell you your mother's pussy Without question, the softest thing to come out mother's pussy And I know, because I put a lot of things in your mother's pussy Get a whiff of this beer, you smell that? That's your mother's pussy And I would've been your dad cause your mom's a chubby chaser She send me texts like "Wanna fuck me later?" But I always turn her down cause the bitch built like a rugby player Look she really let herself go You look like the younger version of the older asian from Orange is the New Black Dan, you was trying to start a dream team, this the worst five I see loser, loser, lose- man there's more L's up here than my shirt size Agent 47; Now I'm getting paid to merk guys I'm running through the Zay testing out a new 40 like Reverse Live You married? I just want to ask your wife "why ma'am?" Why do fools fall in love with you don't you know Frankie lie man (Frankie Lymon) I say I got a handful of goonies that'll really handle an uzi We two different types of animals; that's banjo-kazzooie And let me find out that he say he played me Bow! Y'all gone have to give EK an EKG I said all it takes is one car to turn this into a dumb brawl This pussy is a fish out of water; that's the Amazing World of Gumball Nigga I'm pimping I'm pimping When I step the world play my theme song for me I'm not leaving till I put five down in the ring, like King Kong Bundy I say nigga the pen is wanted, for anyone who pretend to haunt it Curve a bullet and kill everbody in the circle like the end of Warning Killaz Frank Stacks: What the fuck y'all looking hard for Y'all be like "Catch me looking hardcore at a golf course on a par four when I call four Guys rolling on the floor like it's parkour Pop shots, taking off bank accounts off shore, y'all poor" Break em down... "Sicker rounds, sophomore, I'm a boss and I floss more got your broad's jaw soar from a long broad sword taking off in a lier jet or the concord Then shots poured, you don't want war Then I run it back and do it again, just like an encore Wait, hold up, run it back and do it again, just like an encore Run it back and run it again - No I said run it back and runs [?] in go check the box score Your son, said he wants to live with his mom more Oh it's me Real Deal, I make memes to explain my wordplay Bro you clearly thought today was fucking "bring your kid to work" day I mean y'all seen that movie Willow? This Willow little brother "Hillow" I mean the motherfucker rello His entire bed is a normal man's pillow For a blanket he got to use an unrolled cigarillo And one time his mom accidentally used him as a dildo You need to chill bro I give you that One shot that's one kill Two shots from that blue steel Three shots that [?] rock and yeah she's a thot but she pay the bills I keep it locked and I'm staying trill That piece'll pop and you laying still So we can box with blazing steel You think you hot cause your name is Ill? Everything is your favourite meal And Everybody Knows you are gay for real I mean what the fuck are you? "Hawaiinese" Ok I feel like I need some sorta Chinese rhyme scheme like If I was Chinese, I'd speak "Shanghainese" Mandarin and [?] and drink chai tea If I was Chinese, I'd be like 5 foot 3 Ride a Hyundai Saigon behind me If I was Chinese, I'd probably wear a Saurus mask And every left turn I'd have a car crash If I was Chinese I'd cook my fly rice If I was Chinese I'd look like my wife Bro I don't give a fuck what this little lesbian say To us you're gonna be Chinese for the rest of the day And Marv, Marv is out of shape, yet shaped like outer space And he has to use an asteroid belt to keep his pants around his waist But if I squeeze his tits, it's a Milky Way I mean there is no more clean water in Flint Michagan Thanks to the reservoir Marv's been swimming in Before the battle, Dan hit my line He said "Marv was trying to do a drive by so we can murder a burger and a side fries" But really he did just come to this battle so he can get In and Out of five guys I mean he was going jacking her box And then suck Micky's D You only came to this Royale cause you thought you was going real ill on this big mac of cheese I mean every time you got to white castle, you have to shit But your so fucking big you can't even reach around to wipe your asshole Fat ass bitch Time ROUND 3: Real Deal: You really fucking put on gloves for this battle Like a pantomimer And you can't diss Marv, cause your pancake hoodie was made by his Aunt Jemima Keep it a buck Every time I see you on RUIN YOUR DAY, it fucking ruins my day Cause there's Avocado and some other rappers laughing And you open your mouth and take the fucking humour away You don't always have to be a pretentious arrogant pompous cocksucker You be like "Nah [?] didn't get that fools reference I felt the line could've been-" Shut the fuck up no-one cares what you gotta say And you, always reminding people how you know Royce [Marv Won] I do [Real Deal] Like we supposed to dap you and big you up Bitch Julliard couldn't teach me to act like I give a fuck If it's war we ride Shotty coming so they horrified Life goes on till you face down Corki like When I battle Michigan rappers they go on coroner rides Shit, they couldn't bring back Sno with the fucking Lord of Light My stock at this point is Everybody Knows endorphin high I bet when you rent a ride and enterprise you sign the lease as George Dakei You nice with the pen, but somehow you always show your corny side Type to say some shit growing up like "Yeah, Ford ain't the size for the dog" Yes it is, if you Yorkie size Ey Marv, what's your 600 pound life like Fuck your life What was it like going to family gatherings as a kid Like to your grandmother Illmac, the joy when you'd arrive She said "Come here, Greg" Have you stand against the wall to measure how much you grown Disappointment in her eyes Please fuck off with that tough talk cause since Jump Off I just thought you was one soft midget then Marv Won, he not only raps, he produces Just not insulin Ey I'm joking, aside from his ability to lick Royce's sack I can't front, big boy can rap Even had Illmac in his doomsday bunker nodding his tin foil cap You're right we battled at Ether I can't front he can bring it But it's your fault, cause y'all showed this bitch love over the net like Martina Hingus You can't diss Illmaculate he's a legend you can't even think it I don't care what tear he in, (Tyrion) you're right he's still Peter Dinklage Let's go Illmaculate: You got me with that last reference I'm thinking he's an awful menace But the main fact that stood out is, Real Deal watches tennis [Air Filters go on in the venue] Y'all probably feeling stupid now Cause that rebuttal was so dope the venue was like "cool it down" Marv Won, meet Trevor Weller He teaches Physical Education He might be able to help you out with this spherical situation Here's how Frank preps for every battle in his life First he outs on what he thinks is a black accent but he's white He'll wear a shitty hoody Gloves, sunglasses in the night And refuses to leave the house, if his hat's angle isn't right Faggot, faggot, faggot, faggot Bruh [Frank Stack] Bars! [Illmaculate] He wears gloves while he sleeps He wears gloves at the gym He wears gloves while he showers He wears gloves while he swims I mean We went to the batting cage I was like here put on some batting gloves He was like "nah Ill it's cool, I'll just wear my rapping gloves" It's ironic, you wanna talk about my height now, it's wack I've got five thou' in fact that says underneath them gloves are White Power tats Nope? Take them off Take em off then! [Frank Stacks] I just got them removed, it's scarred up now alright? [Illmaculate] See I'm starting to think that those gloves are a tatoo Same goes with the shades and the hat too I mean Real Deal, he got Fresco ghostwriting all his shit I'm ghost riding Hopping out the whip with his chick, face longer than a Johnny Bravo skit Tell this Pittsburgh stealer, I'm a Polamalu wig Your bitch ride me like a bronco; that's a Colorado trip Big lighter, the stick fire like a Palo Santo lick I'll magic mark a Marvin on hollow tip Ice pick turn Frank's brain to guacamole dip And take you out with a knife like an avocado pick I'm known coast to coast Whatever floats your boat I asked him what his name was was, he said "Everybody Knows" I said "no, they don't" The chrome'll blow steam, put your face in your chest; motorboat theme Real Deal in the water with sharks, trying to coach the home team I'll smoke this Italian for cheese; that's a provolone scheme If I put the iron to Marv's face it ain't a Home Alone scene I know, I did it better I battled last week But I ain't more less stressed I mean stay ready, don't get ready, my war chest prepped I've always been above y'all, I'm a North West vet I leave the entire place, Tyra Banks that mean I'm leaving four heads stretched! Time Everybody Knows: Yo I said Trevor's had the same box of CDs for five years and still the packaging's tight That last round was the most fans Illmac's ever had in his life Marv, this is the part where I beat you like the passion of christ and... Wait, Frank has a wife? Yo I said I snort coke, I pop pills, I get my pre-flight on And I put a green light on this little knee height John His head so big, it looks like a Nintendo Wii icon When Greg watches Scribble 04 He became a wee icon I take mushrooms I view the world from an exceptional view You take mushrooms, Dirtbag Dan ends up wrestling you Is that a wrestling move, or is that sexual abuse I can't tell, so I'll just say that it's the best of the two What's that? A couple, half Mexican ass wrestling dudes That type of battle rap shit like that'll put an impression on you But I digress to the shrooms Digesting a few Keeps me grounded, and focused on my work Illmac, you stupid hippie Choking on the Dirt, ain't the same as getting closer to the earth And Marv looks happy, but trust me, visiting his hard Cause this time it's three devils with suspect similes and bars So I got to do it differently with Marv Just kidding you're so big and black you look like the shit between the stars That's space And Marv is the inventor, of the Uber XL flip But you in the wrong seat could make an Uber XL fit How's rap something you're going to excel with When you probably die before you make an X outfit And I said Frank, if rap is a joke That's your thing, you have stake in it But if rap is a joke then you're a joke when you partake in it So logically that means - you know what this ain't some sick amazing flip I was just going to use this as an excuse to hit a shoe with this potato chip But Marv ate the shit Trevor don't laugh, I heard - dude I said you let prostitutes rob you I don't fuck with you Cause I got a lebenese coke worker that knows bitches that will Fuck for food I ain't saying you're a simp But simply put you're making me sick The Real Deal is the way that a chick could take off with the cash without taking a dick If that bitch was one of your students, she'd be undefeated at dodgeball I hope that bitch gets a kick out of this footage like a Solange brawl I said Marv you don't even have a third round Frank you're a fucking odd ball And Micky ain't here to trade a King of the Ronald's title match for this soft ball Time Marv Won: I say yo I had such a hard time writing this round I was not motivated But then Dan put up the other niggas in the battle I was like "oh, I'm so the favourite" That's because I teach the game the way you supposed to play it Hell I even show love to Frank event though I know he hated I hear the hatred in your voice, like "shit you know, Marv's so sloppy" Now I'm riding with a big handle for that whining like Carlo Rossi My heart is the colour of charcoal chachi Nigga I hit yo attic and spark yo lobby And I walk in the buffet and get a Don Demarko probably You keep screaming out rap is a joke No it's not You are So now I'm fucking up bitch ass rappers, that's fubar You wear shades to block my shine You hate to acknowledge a true star And your little beef is gone get put in a box, [?] where the fuck is Kumar You think Real Deal's gone save you? You think he your brother's keeper This nigga scared to death he barely survived his last run in with a Reepah Nigga don't snort nor step I'll extort yo set Funny how I'm in my third round and I ain't crack a short joke yet I'm just fucking with you lil homie [Marv fakes a dap with Illmac] Did that one go over your head I'm saving these rounds till we get booked that way I know you dead I say nigga I ain't black I'm OJ Fuck it, I jigga the plot Y'all want my opinion; nigga this ain't Pulp Fiction, this time Marv giving the shots Y'all invited Kamala to the Rumble The fuck, is you crazy dude Yeah I'm a Detroit nigga And I just brought them 380s through And the last thing you gone see is that D over that navy blue Like nigga, look what you made me do Frank Stacks: I mean look how many fucking stereotypes there are I feel like I'm in the bar that's the bar where the guys walk into the bar bar So is it going to be bars over jokes or jokes over bars Wait here's a joke; 4 battle rappers walked into the bar at 2 in the morning What bar? A gay bar, jokes on you, that's a fucking true story I mean Marv you look like Allahu Akbar, and a ball of black tar Yeah, I mean you're black but you're fat You ain't that tall so you never really played basketball do you Motherfucker you so fat and black if you laid flat on your back people will fall through you You know I was gonna come with some fat black jokes But a big black guy, you be like "Oooh! That was close!" I will reach into your soul Nah that's gross I mean Micky didn't show up Cause he really be off on them Molly pills Next time I see his bitch ass he gone get molly walked and I swear to God Before the battle I hear Illmac walking in the building talking about "We represent, the lollipop guild" I mean lllmac you look like [speaks jibberish] Bro you look like a miniature wigger starter pack Mixed with one of Carter's cats Trevor's favourite subject to teach [sound effects] Marshall Math He placed wagers on which round Marv would have a heart attack I lost And everyone knows how many cars you crashed I mean if Everybody Knows then why has nobody told you The only thing everybody knows is nobody knows you I mean your fingers are chopsticks Your dick is a pot sticker You simmer in dog dinner [?] [?] [?] You sit in your mom's kitchen like "[imitating the mandarin language]" Hold on, sometimes I fucking spaz out Start spitting shit off the top it's like my mind run from me I swear to god my gun said "Chit chit daw daw!" Doug funnie Because my brain is like Canibus' notebook bitch I got pages There's bars on top of bars on top of bars; Las Vegas Taking shots in the car Hotbox with chop' blazing Thug Life tattoed on the stomach like Pac raised him So save your gat bars so we can teach the Second Ammendment Bitch I pass bars like I had protected defendant Y'all think y'all was gone come to this battle and get paid off it Fuck you faggots, this is Frank's profit Good thing you're Real Deal cause you are a fucking fake Caustic Never ever ever has there been a rapper that's more square You be with 4th graders on the playground playing four square You try to force your airs so they grow up to be sports players Motherfucker I'm a dwarf slayer So I ain't referencing books when I'm grabbing my techs But y'all better duck down and stand on my left Because when I start popping shots at these standard guys' chests They gone be left with less options than a standardised test Hey yo Caddy, who bout to win this little Rumble in the club Is it A, B, C, D or E Oh he said F you fucking faggots None of the above Time!