[Verse 1: Skelly]
Ayo Toronto, don't gas him up he's wack as fuck
I'ma watch Scott Free fuck him up and it wasn't luck
And then he wins, and I'm like 'Huh? Why the fuck do they even judge this stuff?'
For those of you who don't know
Me and Osa was the only battle that was supposed to be promo
SK the kid, snuck in the club with a couple of guns
Burners clap when he turn his back, turn his cap, from a fitted to an adjustable one
Who you fucking with son, I'll leave my knife game stuck in ya' tongue
Who go harder?
My crew swarm in his crib, heat up
Have everybody in my circle play keep-ups
With ya' newborn daughter
I been trapping every day, what's a rapper gonna say?
Thinking he run shit, I should smack him in the face
Key word 'run,' yeah, that'll be the day
Who's the pimp?
His bitch got a body but that face just ruins it
So I put a mask over that wack face
Backstroke until her back breaks
And then use the bitch, as a glass holder and a ashtray
[Verse 1: Bender]
Now I was hoping that Skelly was dumb enough to put some money up
Just my luck, figured out his pen game wasn't up to snuff
It'd be nice to see him lose a couple bucks for fast spending
But even nicer to see him lose his dignity when he flaked out at the last second
See this kid Skelly's introverted so he gets discouraged
Till he sips that liquid courage and turns to a different person
So he kicks his verses while the liquor's working 'cause that nervous little bitch that he really is is itching just an inch beneath the surface
'Cause we all know you never sold a bag of weed sucker
If you put a O on the corner, you're printing Oprah Magazine covers
You sound basic and outdated I'm groundbreaking
Have you downgraded from crowd favorite to clown faggot, pounce on him
Should take his pocket change, bounce on him
Now watch him get lippy, smack the mouth off him
Looking like my drug mule, I got a hundred pounds off him
I said 'Skelly bring the ruckus,' he brought me his copy of Soundbombing
And this is why your rap career stops here
'Cause even if you were some Latin King's first murder victim you still wouldn't be top tier
And I'm here tryna figure if the judges might consider this guy a winner
But that'd be like a Five Percenter inviting a white supremacist like Michael Richards plus his wife for dinner, an unlikely picture
You're playing yourself, that's why you're taking an L
Call time, Skelly Kapowski just got saved by the bell
Ayo Toronto, don't gas him up he's wack as fuck
I'ma watch Scott Free fuck him up and it wasn't luck
And then he wins, and I'm like 'Huh? Why the fuck do they even judge this stuff?'
For those of you who don't know
Me and Osa was the only battle that was supposed to be promo
SK the kid, snuck in the club with a couple of guns
Burners clap when he turn his back, turn his cap, from a fitted to an adjustable one
Who you fucking with son, I'll leave my knife game stuck in ya' tongue
Who go harder?
My crew swarm in his crib, heat up
Have everybody in my circle play keep-ups
With ya' newborn daughter
I been trapping every day, what's a rapper gonna say?
Thinking he run shit, I should smack him in the face
Key word 'run,' yeah, that'll be the day
Who's the pimp?
His bitch got a body but that face just ruins it
So I put a mask over that wack face
Backstroke until her back breaks
And then use the bitch, as a glass holder and a ashtray
[Verse 1: Bender]
Now I was hoping that Skelly was dumb enough to put some money up
Just my luck, figured out his pen game wasn't up to snuff
It'd be nice to see him lose a couple bucks for fast spending
But even nicer to see him lose his dignity when he flaked out at the last second
See this kid Skelly's introverted so he gets discouraged
Till he sips that liquid courage and turns to a different person
So he kicks his verses while the liquor's working 'cause that nervous little bitch that he really is is itching just an inch beneath the surface
'Cause we all know you never sold a bag of weed sucker
If you put a O on the corner, you're printing Oprah Magazine covers
You sound basic and outdated I'm groundbreaking
Have you downgraded from crowd favorite to clown faggot, pounce on him
Should take his pocket change, bounce on him
Now watch him get lippy, smack the mouth off him
Looking like my drug mule, I got a hundred pounds off him
I said 'Skelly bring the ruckus,' he brought me his copy of Soundbombing
And this is why your rap career stops here
'Cause even if you were some Latin King's first murder victim you still wouldn't be top tier
And I'm here tryna figure if the judges might consider this guy a winner
But that'd be like a Five Percenter inviting a white supremacist like Michael Richards plus his wife for dinner, an unlikely picture
You're playing yourself, that's why you're taking an L
Call time, Skelly Kapowski just got saved by the bell
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