[Intro]
RAP BATTLE!
SEAN EVANS
VS
ANDREW REA
BEGIN
[Verse 1: Sean Evans]
It's Sean Evans, with hot rhymes and hot questions (Uhg!)
Cross me, and I'll show you a cross-section
You're wasting your own money to make milk steak and try it
If I told you we got beef, you would probably buy it
'Cause my success just came along, once I flow your fame is gone
And when you lose you'll blame it on your donators on Patreon
But let me ask this: how do you get along with it?
Is the only boat that keeps you above the water your sponsorship?
[Verse 2: Andrew Rea]
That's a good question, but that verse was tragic
So welcome to my new format: Cringing with Babish
Your skills are forgettable, so save your beef and grill it
It's like you try to roast me on a non-stick skillet
You meet your guests and torture them to greet 'em, what a bummer
You should do it like my flavors and get to know each other
I'm baking and boiling, my basics are poignant
The only place that you'd be spewing flames is your toilet (Oh!)
You tryna' fight's a risk, but trust me, I resist
You act so salty, I could beat you with the tiny whisk
Now go and run out of the rap battle kitchen
'Cause you are what you eat: a bland and dry chicken
RAP BATTLE!
SEAN EVANS
VS
ANDREW REA
BEGIN
[Verse 1: Sean Evans]
It's Sean Evans, with hot rhymes and hot questions (Uhg!)
Cross me, and I'll show you a cross-section
You're wasting your own money to make milk steak and try it
If I told you we got beef, you would probably buy it
'Cause my success just came along, once I flow your fame is gone
And when you lose you'll blame it on your donators on Patreon
But let me ask this: how do you get along with it?
Is the only boat that keeps you above the water your sponsorship?
[Verse 2: Andrew Rea]
That's a good question, but that verse was tragic
So welcome to my new format: Cringing with Babish
Your skills are forgettable, so save your beef and grill it
It's like you try to roast me on a non-stick skillet
You meet your guests and torture them to greet 'em, what a bummer
You should do it like my flavors and get to know each other
I'm baking and boiling, my basics are poignant
The only place that you'd be spewing flames is your toilet (Oh!)
You tryna' fight's a risk, but trust me, I resist
You act so salty, I could beat you with the tiny whisk
Now go and run out of the rap battle kitchen
'Cause you are what you eat: a bland and dry chicken
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