Homeless Child

[Round 1] ATM Alright, yo, ya’ll peep this shit I was supposed to battle Thesaurus But for his travel arrangements they couldn’t get it straight So in his place, they sent his face Ayo, I’ll take this consolation prize with bulgy veiny eyes Walking, talking proof that Dr. Frankenstein was plagiarized I don’t know what your race is, I know for a fact that you’re racist And you’ve already insulted Jews, Christians and Asians And the Muslims are offended ‘cause your face looks like bacon For wrong that talks about me that comes out of those fat lips, I should give him concussions But I refuse to touch him. You’re fucking disgusting My fist would turn into a pizza if I moved quick and punched him And that schnoz is either Mount Rushmore in the middle of construction Or Mount Vesuvius in the midst of an eruption I’m sorry Charles but I have to harm you Look at his teeth, I think Charles gargled with marbles What makes you think you can beat me with those horrible bars It’s like Grind Time told the beast to step to Charles and charge I should knock out your two fronts so you and DNA have a line of symmetry bitch But it looks like Farnum already hit you with his chemistry kit [Round 1] Thousand Listen Kap, to be honest I’m a little disappointed that you have nothing better for me But fuck it, I’mma make this a sad day for you like when your horse died in NeverEnding Story You can’t handle me ‘cause your mom is on my dick when she gets horny You knew that she was a whore, G, me, I’d fuck anything that walks Ask her, I didn’t care that she had horse teeth, was lookin’ hella porky Matter of fact, 10 minutes after I choked your homeless Polish mother I choked and fucked her, busted a nut so hard it broke the rubber Nine months later out came one of the Jonas Brothers Ayo, I heard you and BC had falling-out like oh-no other And your life hasn’t been the same ever since he stopped letting you rub him down in cocoa butter Which is weird ‘cause you still bone each other Bitch, you look like all you do is stay in bed, taking meds while listening to Grateful Dead How the fuck are you an ATM if you ain’t never breaking bread This bitch lookin’ like a gothic suicide girl that takes razors to the flesh Walking around with a Twilight lunchbox and a shirt that says “I can’t wait for death” Bitch, you stay depressed like fat bitch that takes a breath to make a step Why don’t you tell these people how you call yourself ATM because you’re “Always Taking Meth” Putting rusty needles in your veins acting like such a motherfucking fiend They had to amputate your arm and requiem for a dream Get the fuck out of my scene, you are not an MC I’mma have to uppercut him so hard, he lands in the King of the Dot league [Round 2] ATM You’re right, me and BC are from New Orleans, that’s where I live and stay son But when your bitch came down to visit, I made her say “uhh!” (nah nah nah nah!) I got a thousand people with my thousand styles and methods On New Year’s Eve you had an accident with a thousand pyrotechnics You [?] thousand days and a thousand nights And dug out of your mothers cunt with a thousand blades and a thousand knights I’ll leave you a thousand degrees under the sea with a thousand degrees if you’re touching my heat I’ve got a great flow, volcano. I’ll leave Thousand heartless I’ll let your brain roast with a flamethrow, that’ll leave Thousand thoughtless Now Kap, I know you got a sick sense of humor and that’s who you are But making battle Patrick Swayze’s rotting corpse has taken it way too far Take a shower bitch. You look broke as fuck! We both beat mosh but at least I gave in time to sober up Now look, I can tell you that I’ll beat you, it’s fact And your face looks like the scars on Jesus’s back I can rip off the dome ‘cause that’s what I’m known for You look like the alien in the Star Wars Clone Wars I’m deep as can be. You can’t fuck with me when I’m ripping this shit Your face looks like a trash pit at the bottom of a ditch ATM is vicious and I’ll burn this fake Just like it looks like somebody burned his face [Round 2] Thousand Alright, I’ve seen a lot of oohs and aahs and hands clapping But fuck what this man’s rapping I withdrew money from this ATM and snuffed him after he finished the transaction Yo, someone needs to tell Aladdin that ever since he started rapping His girls been saying he’s too occupied to smash it So I’ve been fucking Jasmine Bitch, listen I don’t like your rapping So I’mma hold it down with doper styles to the point the homeless child Of Gomer Pyle starts to throw in towels Homie wow You looks like you’ve been through so many fucking sex changes That you finally settled for looking like a butch dyke with your breasts caved in Trust me, I know it’s wack as fuck people judge a book by its cover But yo, I know how you could look less gothic First thing you gotta do when you get back home is Throw away your black nail polish and your fishnet stockings See yo, I heard in elementary school he was weird, kind of like he is now No kids wanted to play with him Well that made him crave attention in high school so in class his days were spent Scraping skin and decorating his backpack with safety pins But now it’s fucking 10 years later, and I don’t know what the fuck to say to him Accept when it comes to taking dick he became such a rough rider his friends nicknamed him Jadakiss [Round 3] ATM Ayo Keep the noise down I am not fucking finished Ayo This is either the world’s most heavily affected facial skin cancer patient Or a Mogwai and a Gremlin stuck in the midst of transformation There is no way I was waiting to fix your massive lacerations So go get back on your spaceship and get the fuck out of my face, bitch Yes I will talk about your face. I don’t know how it stays intact And pre-read rebuttals won’t change the fact that your Mug is fucked for life and it’s going to remain like that You have a terrible stench of fakeness and the crowd’ll take notice They know that your head looks like a crater in space floating And that you won’t say fucking shit, like Jay Focus Look I’m smashing this bitch, and telling you I’m great with it My flows will leave you broken man, you can’t stay with it If you don’t get attacked by your family rolling twelve deep in the truck Then you’ll see me beating the fuck out of Pizza the Hutt And don’t take this beating personal, you’re just another victim With teeth more crooked than the American justice system [?], where the fuck were you last year? Wait, that’s not fair. You can’t do that here That pimple whispered lines into that ear You had your only three wins against people who didn’t have writtens But obviously this shit is adding up different No one listens when this faggot is spitting So nobody would miss him even if he was missing So in reality it wouldn’t make a difference if you’d even existed [Round 3] Thousand By the third round i'm still trying to figure out if you're a Female sex offender or a life-size Ray Romano PEZ dispenser While I'm the one they sent to kill Bill Now I'mma make sure Ted is not Having such an excellent adventure Why do you call yourself ATM If you ain't never stack major figures Remember that one time you caught me fucking your girl While you were outside chasing lizards Five minutes later you came inside to update your twitter Like, "I just caught Thousand fucking my girl But I think i'm still staying with her?" How the fuck are you 25 years old and Still look like you need a babysitter You look so sick, you don't have aids Aids has you and now aids is bitter Props on being a courageous spitter But I don't got to carry llamas to Bury Harry Potter's scary daughter I mean look at you, this is like battling Andy Milonakis Minus dairy products Oh, you want a buck 50 for those ATM fees? But it's going to leave your face with a scar You let your newborn baby go outside I swear to God i'll throw grenades in a yard Stop trying to play with these bars Before I put your fucking brains in a jar Because everyone here knows that you Couldn't even take out a Thousand if you had an ATM card