[Round 1: Rone]
Yo, so they told me his name was "Chedda Cheese"
I never heard of this rapper
But it makes sense
Cause he's a square that's getting served on a platter
I could get Cheese grated
He could be my greatest victim
He could get melted over beef
You could get served at Naina's Kitchen
Yo bro, you look like Gollum from Lord Of The Rings in a scarier sequel
You look like a heroin needle that wears American Eagle
Bro, you a built like my little sister and that bitch is a pill sniffer
Your bitch fucked the Flames front line and you still with her
Bro, I'm the Beverly Hill's Ninja
I'm still rocking Hilfiger, politicking with Bill Clinton and I could get Hill fingered
I'm leaving them all cinders, I'm balling like Alcindor
And I still got the Lean On Me like Bill Withers
But they said, "Get on your job Roney. Protect your jaw Roney."
Like he gonna jab Roney?
No, he's just a jabroni
I'm faster than Dan Tony
You salty as anchovies
I'm a boss to this simp, son (Simpson) you would think I was Fat Tony
Yo, but I hate your voice
What are you, suppose to be smart?
You're nothing but a dweeb who's afraid to be alone in the dark
Of course Chedda's cheesy, bro we know he's a mark
But damn Chedda, ain't you suppose to be sharp?
Bro, your mommy supports you but she don't support you
You feel me dirty? You almost 30, she still wants to abort you
I'll twist your neck like it's a bottle under a cork screw
Then invite you to America just so Trump can deport you
Yo, so they told me his name was "Chedda Cheese"
I never heard of this rapper
But it makes sense
Cause he's a square that's getting served on a platter
I could get Cheese grated
He could be my greatest victim
He could get melted over beef
You could get served at Naina's Kitchen
Yo bro, you look like Gollum from Lord Of The Rings in a scarier sequel
You look like a heroin needle that wears American Eagle
Bro, you a built like my little sister and that bitch is a pill sniffer
Your bitch fucked the Flames front line and you still with her
Bro, I'm the Beverly Hill's Ninja
I'm still rocking Hilfiger, politicking with Bill Clinton and I could get Hill fingered
I'm leaving them all cinders, I'm balling like Alcindor
And I still got the Lean On Me like Bill Withers
But they said, "Get on your job Roney. Protect your jaw Roney."
Like he gonna jab Roney?
No, he's just a jabroni
I'm faster than Dan Tony
You salty as anchovies
I'm a boss to this simp, son (Simpson) you would think I was Fat Tony
Yo, but I hate your voice
What are you, suppose to be smart?
You're nothing but a dweeb who's afraid to be alone in the dark
Of course Chedda's cheesy, bro we know he's a mark
But damn Chedda, ain't you suppose to be sharp?
Bro, your mommy supports you but she don't support you
You feel me dirty? You almost 30, she still wants to abort you
I'll twist your neck like it's a bottle under a cork screw
Then invite you to America just so Trump can deport you
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