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[Round 1: Bender] Now he wrote some extra raps To switch the limits and mess around Thinks he set a trap On some last minute trick to extend the rounds I expected that, so let him rap You won't get your wish now anyhow Get ready Mac, they can call you my British mistress When I spread you out in a second flat Now at first I thought I fucks with dude, this youngin's cool He greezy when he spit He got that hundred proof yet butter smooth I'm feelin' that, he's slick So I took a couple views to study you and realized that your gift Is nothin' new, you just make what you do look easy, 'cause it is Listennnn! Got around to watchin' my last video I guess now you're gonna say that was a pity vote I could picture folks at home facepalmin' like, "Oh, that's rich! Illmac's here to learn us on some grown man shit!" So how's this He gets a Too Short t-shirt every Christmas, he's a tad fed up I heard the doctor diagnosed him with crib death at his last check up He needs water wings when he wants a drink At the washroom sink when the man gets up In the night, and rides a golf cart around the mini putt course: that's messed up See you ain't amountin' to shit but a mountain of shit And you ain't been valid in this since 2006 So we can get this solved tonight And you can call me Walter White 'Cause I can have you all on ice without a ounce of that gin My last performance? AGL, they give the kid some respect 'Cause most would agree that I beat myself So really that's my biggest win yet Sorry Sketch! And I can count the opinions I give a shit about on my dick So in the end, I'm still king and that chain's a trinket at best Get initials stitched in your head like official Mitchell & Ness While I hit your ribs with my fist in a vicious ripple effect Won't be talkin' 'bout escapin' no polygamist sect When a compound break makes your collarbone stick out your neck And he's always stretchin' bars to compensate 'Cause his body is formed in the proper proportions This became obvious in the washroom before this When he caught my performance Glancin' at me pissin' like, "God that's enormous! I never saw that in Portland!" I didn't have the heart to say that's just the top of my foreskin He called it a "horse dick" You ask if he's a virgin or not, he will totally avoid it If you heard that Mac was workin' a broad he had overseas employment Now you got 2 or 3 minutes before the heat I drop next So go cop my fuckin' album: flightdistance.net! [Round 1: Illmaculate] For this entire battle, you're gonna have to come hard So for the rest of this battle, I dare you not to sweat like a retard And lose your breath every one bar Now, some people think you beat Sketch Menace You did, I can not front on him I got a lot of dope lines for you—and that's not one of 'em! Last time I was in Toronto for a peaceful weekend Getting high with Spade, at the theater, chiefin' At least I think, I mean, we was drinkin', which seems convenient 'Cause either I'm mistaken or there were scenes deleted Reason bein' we all saw the title taken And I was thinkin', "Where was Liam Neeson? I ain't even see him!" Let's just get this title shit out the way I told him the title's an idle thing It's the mind that's behind the name A promise that tides would change Y'all saw the decline in weight He went to bein' less chubby but seemin' less hungry It's not an unlikely trade Now, brainstormin' the past may warrant me askin' If I should blame four-minute abs for the loss of his title chain I know he ain't morbidly fat, it's not the topic that I would take But either way, he shoulda made more of a splash When he flopped and got his title waived I bet you die a bit inside when I remind you of that night Lookin' this liar in his eyes, I see why at first this titlist declined a fight against Tyson in his prime It's no surprise to me But really, you probably lost your car title too Hey he had retirement in mind But bein' the higher driver of his entire crew Went and lost his job title too Now it's stiflin' his pride every time he gets denied When he tries to get a ride Listen, all biases aside, there isn't a title that I could use That would apply to you I think blank when describin' him, besides That seems great, the irony you'll find Is untitled's the only title he's entitled to Since he blanked with the title on the line [Round 2: Bender] Now I never had a chance to make it down to Florida So I brought some Grizzle here to watch the place get outta order I don't need customs for takin' out a foreigner Hogtie this mogwai and watch this place get outta order Chop his brakes like Dr. Dre Head bangin' off the dashboard all in fast forward Have him smashed 'til his face don't match his passport Fresh Coast sucker, you can't escape this house of horror I don't care if you got Portland, Seattle, and half the state of California standin' waitin' round the corner And that pig you tryna wife up, she fed up wit your boring flow She the sorta ho you catch Monday morning on the Maury show I'm sorry bro Your shorty goes to gloryholes in poorly woven orgy robes Of course he knows how the story goes When she's snorting blow and cracks a forty O Ness and Marv got her horny formin' an Oreo, they linin' for days And if Corey Charron ain't hit her wit a porno load then he lied to my face She the fattest thing to ever get down low on a stripper pole Hell, she even rocked that leather Snickers coat From the 'Smell Yo Dick' video He keep her dipped out, really though, she gets a nice deal He'll take her shopping for anything she wants As long as it's not a pair of high heels And I'll be the first to acknowledge, I felt your earlier projects But you dumbed your shit down and that's some curious logic When you see your greatest strength as a curb to your progress And the chance that if you pander you could firm up your pockets To be perfectly honest, I thought you thirsted for knowledge So when I heard the shit you workin' on, it churned up some vomit You got the nerve to think that you deserve some currency off this Well go ahead and try converting Muhammad 'Cause that's a more likely chance of you turning a profit/prophet And while you're at it go pitch to a label I don't care how many peeps he knows or CEOs that sit at that table He can't get ahead with connections, 'cause he looks like a Mr. Potato Ask this guy how many compliments, lies and empty promises It took to buy the bulk of all those lines from MC Gottis with It's funny Mac, everyone's always telling me that Mac is so deep But when you're standing at 3 feet how deep could you actually be? I told y'all I'd beat Deep Blue in three moves Camouflage your strength, that chess game is see-through Your whole fuckin' style is preschool No wonder pedophiles get a sweaty mouth when they see you You've kept this format fresh as a Jordache vest Retreat to NORAD, this is where your warpath ends And take cover when my swarm catch wreck And stay put or we gon' have your face lookin' like a Rorschach test Illmaculate: lil' sack of shit Share your place with Sharon Tate, I kill actresses I will smack this bitch When it comes to pussy I don't pussyfoot But your pussy look like it got a Wookie bush with a Snooki puff I got this down to a science Fuck what you call relevant, I'm goin' for timeless You a daily crossword, I'm God's word on papyrus Or set in granite, etched in tablets Like ten commandments from the highest [Verse 2: Illmaculate] To tell the truth, I didn't write ten commandments But Toronto weed got me feelin' like the highest So maybe y'all weed is better, damn it This the worst move that you pulled in years Think I could be scared? I pull his hair Slap him in his face and ask him, "Who you think's the bully here?" Shit, I'll let him crack on my height and I won't listen I'll even act like it's tight and it's so different Till he goes to give me daps and I eye him and cold-diss him Then he turns his back and a fan pushes him While I stand behind him and low-bridge him Say I switched my style up like that scheme mighta work When your battle against Scott Free was three times as worse Acting like his heat mighta burst Pull out that big chopper and it's drama That's my green light to murk When I swing on him it'll sting like when a beehive's disturbed Nah, what I meant, I'ma take a stick and beat the shit outta this piñata while he hangin' from a tree by his shirt Bully shit! But hold on, let me switch the subject I heard he was in his 30's and that's a topic that I didn't touch yet Figured I'd be more original plus he'd know the shit is comin' So I wrote two rounds out-spittin' him Got to this one and figured: fuck it! See, there's nothin' I can't say when it comes to this man's age He's already got one foot in the damn grave So it's no wonder his career's on its last leg Dog, you are Presence old, so I'm sorta confused I don't know if you have a time portal to use But what the fuck, was this guy born in a pool of primordial ooze? I'm sayin', this dude's wack as shit, here's a few fashion tips Buy some loose pants that fit And quit tryna show off that new plastic hip Witcha old ass, you don't wanna go hand to hand Plus your flow trash, mine's so damn advanced I told battle fans "No, Cro-Magnon man don't stand a chance!" Shit, we can talk about your clothes That hip hop goth genre is so dirty There's not an anonymous class that could doctor your swag You're gonna have to try to quit Hot Topic cold turkey I mean, we can talk about the choke How your legacy's comin' all unglued Looks like rubbin' out to all them Pesci battles got Pesci battles rubbin' off on you And while we on the topic, I may just ruin 'em both Like as far as losses—take this, two in a row And ayy bitch, you don't say shit, like y'all do when you choke I dare you to bring up that Old Spice commercial I fucking dare you! We can even re-enact the scene Picture a bathroom setting in HD on the plasma screen I show up like, "Hello ladies—look at him, back to me!" Who would you be more likely to oblige if they asked you to have a drink? Look at him, back to me! Fellas—reality or the battle scene, who would you rather be? Look at him, back to me! And ask yourself, who would have the faster swing if they actually had some beef? Look at him, back to me! Bring up Old Spice or any ad you've seen I'll give you the axe 'cause I'm a brute when I'm armed and hammered if we have to take it to that degree [Round 3: Bender] Now call this IRS evasion 'Cause no one buys your records Go and write a letter, sign your resignation You tryin' Bender's patience? Well I'm here to take aim just like a federal agent On that tribe of rebel natives Comprised of seven nations On the Pine Ridge Reservation Yes I saw your YouTube commercial, it was kinda depressin' You dressed in drag sellin' perfume in a desperate cry for attention Puffy little bitch tits stickin' out, your greasy hair flyin' Holy shit, just imagine what this guy would do for some actual TV airtime! Now you've developed a Southern drawl as you've evolved into this Beast who'll run up in the crowd and Ben Wallace that shit All brolic and quick to ball up a fist to brawl with these kids And as small as he is, some of y'all still fall for that shit Like "Golly gee whiz, is he a rap nerd that ollies and flips? Or is he harder than a clocker on the Baltimore strip?" You choose between A and B whatever column you pick He's never been the genuine, had all his followers tricked So when you see the collagen lips on this Hollywood bitch Start to flap, bet your ass, it's more false than legit So little Oliver Twist can go swallow a dick And get ready for the next set of balls on his chin So let's revisit all of that shit that Arcane said It was you, not Pete, who tried to parley with Twist You begged him for a solid on some knowledge to kick And crawled away with the whole tourney as a result of that tip See I don't really know what your policy is But that's a bitch move I ain't really tolerant with Better fall back or crawl back while there's a pulse in your wrist Your glass ceiling just cracked and now the walls closin' in And it's true Lush and them still owe you for more than a few bucks And Cool Nuts ain't do much to recoup, you got used up They may have got you supper and kept your face feelin' funny But still played you like a sucker for a great deal of money Picture Drect at his mansion with the revenue he stacked While he's textin' you "Yeah Mac, I'ma get that to you, stat!" 'Cause it ain't really nothin' to punk you And that's an understatement If Mac said he ever pulled a heavy, this motherfucker was chubby chasing So I'd say that it's clear you ain't gettin dough from battle rhymin' stepson If you faced all your fears to take what you're owed they'd have your tiny neck wrung Tryna make a career is taking its toll, you've sacrificed your best ones 'Cause if I've wasted this year you've wasted your whole adult life and then some [Round 3: Illmaculate] You gon' have to wait for it Make sure that you're fuckin' patient This battle was my idea, so if I was chubby chasing It's only on this one occasion I mean he talked about the Old Spice commercial I dared him, right? It's all true That commercial and this battle have somethin' in common And it involves you 'Cause they both involve me takin' a faggot's wig off when the job's through See, I’m on some real ill shit, not the one to play with Treat his head the same as a 40 bottle You know, have it pourin' on the pavement And everybody he came with will shortly follow I’m on my Kill Bill shit Try to use that same "sorry player" corny combo I'll put your DNA on display like the Maury talk show With a blade that was made by Hattori Hanzo Once my blade is brandished It's bathed in a bath of flames to lash my victims Instigating cataclysms, like if God has somethin' to say to that He can get His angels branded with it I don't give a fuck if the angle's sacrilegious There's no escapin' the wrath that's given It's painful to fuck with me, and this ain't no sadomasochism Tell me, where'd all the weight go that you're missin'? You probably chain-smoke, malnutrition And the yayo that you're sniffin' Is why you make those brash decisions He probably blames those mannerisms on the Anglo-Saxon in him And don't mistake those race jokes for the scapegoat that is isn't I ain't no fascist, pimpin' I'm who they show when Kato's mask is lifted Bruce Lee in plain clothes Get your face broke quick as I get the case thrown, faggot listen You wanna tango this ain't no dance you gettin' I bet you figured that, didn't you? Well let's get it crackin', I rigged the package, lit the fuse When it blew, head removed Bender fragments in a bag, limbs attached to tennis shoes Dog, they won't even get to wrap the interview Wit how quick I snatch his silver spoon I'll kill his ass, I'm bananas and you're just silverback gorilla food Try to get stupid, mess up one round and you're fucked Any minor slips, boo him, so when this comes out in a month You'll see why this bitch losin' without a rundown from the judge It's automatic, 'cause you don't have the drive to stick to it When it comes down to the clutch What the fuck? I don't see how he inspires y'all Keep in mind he couldn't hold the title long Others rise and fall, I evolve So tonight it's not a fight at all, you vagina wall soft Far as I can call, this the iron jaws of a lion maulin' a china doll, dog Try me, leave anybody in their bracket exposed Make 'em share caskets with Loe No, this ain't a fair match It's a bare hand versus a bear trap when it's closed Yeah, you hear that? Your weird ass is a clone Him and Kap Kallous could have a mirror match Why don't you give him that beard back that you stole? He said he was Saint Peter the gatekeeper A'ight, I’m St-Pierre, I'll punch face features 'til I break fingers I graze shoulders with great thinkers and gang leaders So if he plottin' a takeover I’m Nas when he made "Ether" I'll run up on his pig pen while he eatin' out the trough Feedin' on his slop Tell him MTV ain't a fan of you and neither is the Dot Then fill the magazine like the Forbes camera crew and you legally get shot And nah, I ain't name-droppin' bein' cheap to get some props But shit, it's a win-win so ain't no reason I should stop The whole world gets to witness me leave him in a box Malaysia to Philippines, even Sweden's in the spot Dog, if we was in Australia I would feed him to a croc And how sweet is it even the Englishmen'll watch As I run up on big Ben' and start cleanin' out his clock So in closing, I'ma say that you're too weak to battle me And tell that bouncer that was puttin' hands on me If he's so power-hungry he should join the police academy And shit, he probably did, and he mighta stayed longer But he got kicked out for takin' a nightstick to a fuckin' jaywalker So really, I'ma tell you I have fuckin' talent, dog And if it wasn't for real artists like us that bouncer wouldn't even fuckin' have a job