[Round 1: Bender]
Now he been writing bars for me since his worthless ass first heard of Flight Distance
I've been writing bars for him for the last 35 minutes
Congratulations on your dickriding campaign, you are not messing around
I would list off all the rappers more deserving of a title shot, but there's only a minute forty-five left in this round
See I'm Saint Peter, the Gatekeeper, player hate me or not
The pen game is end game, all your lame schemes'll flop
They gassed you up, said, "Keep climbing and you may reach the top."
Now get prepared for the fall, like a hay fever shot
So make your jokes, 'bout how the only cake I make is Black Forest
How my ass orbits the Earth and my pant size is pan-ormous
And you'll think that's clever as shit, 'cause your homies'll clap for it
But behind your back they're cutting up your lines like a scratch chorus
You sweaty pig skin piece of shit, patient zero for swine flu
You got a big mouth pig snout, too bad your rhymes don't stick out like your eyes do
I will run up behind you, snatch those fries from out your ride at the drive-through
Hit your throat with a punch, have you holding your gut and throwing up blood, like a Piru
Sorry player, ain't no way I'm fearing you're a waste of that A-material
Better pray for a miracle I don't run up with a mask on like Rey Mysterio
I kill mics and scrape the serial, fuck it, sorry player
My shorty stored a razor in her Jordan trainer
So before you make your case she'll shut you down like massive organ failure
I'll fornicate your whore and make her fetch your morning paper
You're a Quaker, you beating me is 'bout as likely as you getting a nice beej off your gorgeous Mormon neighbor
Blow, hand, rim - she give out more jobs than the Board of Labor
But this enormous failure couldn't get to first base batting for the majors
What's more, the way I scorch the page could warm the glaciers and raise the shores from northern Spain to Ecuador to Asia
When I'm, putting down a classic like Clapton recording 'Layla'
Chlorinate your gene pool, I'm a master with this imagery
See I'm a portrait painter so a Sketch ain't really shit to me
Y'all knew I'd be back with a batch stored for later
To come back and chalk this Sketch out like a blackboard eraser
Avocado's ad for this could be a morbidly gory horror trailer when I morph into the Minotaur and break your physical form to vapor
And how you repping the west bitch? You thought Ant Banks was Vivian from Fresh Prince
And you were convinced, that Spice 1, was a motherfucking corn chip flavor
Check your source of data, see I even got dope setups like sting operations
Ain't no hearts in this game of cards and this king's not to play with
So any judges feel this was a tough call, fuck y'all
I had him completely smashed after eight bars, like a pub crawl
Now he been writing bars for me since his worthless ass first heard of Flight Distance
I've been writing bars for him for the last 35 minutes
Congratulations on your dickriding campaign, you are not messing around
I would list off all the rappers more deserving of a title shot, but there's only a minute forty-five left in this round
See I'm Saint Peter, the Gatekeeper, player hate me or not
The pen game is end game, all your lame schemes'll flop
They gassed you up, said, "Keep climbing and you may reach the top."
Now get prepared for the fall, like a hay fever shot
So make your jokes, 'bout how the only cake I make is Black Forest
How my ass orbits the Earth and my pant size is pan-ormous
And you'll think that's clever as shit, 'cause your homies'll clap for it
But behind your back they're cutting up your lines like a scratch chorus
You sweaty pig skin piece of shit, patient zero for swine flu
You got a big mouth pig snout, too bad your rhymes don't stick out like your eyes do
I will run up behind you, snatch those fries from out your ride at the drive-through
Hit your throat with a punch, have you holding your gut and throwing up blood, like a Piru
Sorry player, ain't no way I'm fearing you're a waste of that A-material
Better pray for a miracle I don't run up with a mask on like Rey Mysterio
I kill mics and scrape the serial, fuck it, sorry player
My shorty stored a razor in her Jordan trainer
So before you make your case she'll shut you down like massive organ failure
I'll fornicate your whore and make her fetch your morning paper
You're a Quaker, you beating me is 'bout as likely as you getting a nice beej off your gorgeous Mormon neighbor
Blow, hand, rim - she give out more jobs than the Board of Labor
But this enormous failure couldn't get to first base batting for the majors
What's more, the way I scorch the page could warm the glaciers and raise the shores from northern Spain to Ecuador to Asia
When I'm, putting down a classic like Clapton recording 'Layla'
Chlorinate your gene pool, I'm a master with this imagery
See I'm a portrait painter so a Sketch ain't really shit to me
Y'all knew I'd be back with a batch stored for later
To come back and chalk this Sketch out like a blackboard eraser
Avocado's ad for this could be a morbidly gory horror trailer when I morph into the Minotaur and break your physical form to vapor
And how you repping the west bitch? You thought Ant Banks was Vivian from Fresh Prince
And you were convinced, that Spice 1, was a motherfucking corn chip flavor
Check your source of data, see I even got dope setups like sting operations
Ain't no hearts in this game of cards and this king's not to play with
So any judges feel this was a tough call, fuck y'all
I had him completely smashed after eight bars, like a pub crawl
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