The Rock vs. Paperboy vs. Edward Scissorhands Freshy Kanal (Ft. Chase Beck, Commander Jacob, Eric the audible & Zawesome)
[Verse 1: The Rock]
I'll start this off; found some losers to put my foot in
When I step in the stu can you smell what the Rock is cooking?
I keep my eyes on the green so I’ll tear through you
As millions cheer for me on their tv screens; call that paper view
Don't need a Rochambeaux to throw hands, Edward
Nearly arrested so much, you're like the heart of your inventor
Crimes you didn’t commit left your reputation shredded
Bro, this arcade game relic runs with less frames per second
Paperboy drives, doing that town work, earning that minimum wage per hour
See a damn cat or a fencе, you cower. Step in the ring, you'll bе wetting your trousers
I know Eddie's getting jealous cause I'm boutta grab this biker
And I'll do what he can't manage to when I go smash this Ryder
Cause I'll punch through your face, then I'll punch through your guts
Then I’ll punch through your nuts; that’s a three-hole punch!
The bank wouldn't throw you a cent; for me it snows dividends
But to give credit where it’s due, you sure got alone by the end
So once I've ripped apart the scissor bitch with my fists and dismantled him
We'll catch Depp in court again; this time suing for damages!
[Verse 2: Paperboy]
Pass Paperboy a rap tape and I'mma stack paper
Cab trade, a Boulder Dash player how I Smash Dwayne up
Racks later all the taxpayers got my pad paid up
Couldn’t calculate my cash take if you were Matt Damon
I bet you're fearing me now, huh; oh bitch you wary
I'm simply here to fill up tomorrow's obituary
Put down the protein shakes and spend a lunch with your babies
Don't want all of this columnist; I'll be Sunnin you Daily
Kinda horrid to think you went from scores in the ring
To the CGI abortion of the scorpion king
How does it feel to be in every second movie
But every second of your movies is so fucking boring it stings
After I wreck the wrestler, I'll end Ed on the cross streets
Fuck your dead inventor; I'll finish this scarred freak
You're so extra extra; eyeliner and sob scenes
Picked the best director to make you whiter than broad sheets
Got those nervous ticks; clockwork in your muscles
You can't read the room; cross words leave you puzzled
Goth nerd girls got your heart hurting for cuddles
Not worth getting clipped in the act so just cut it
I'll start this off; found some losers to put my foot in
When I step in the stu can you smell what the Rock is cooking?
I keep my eyes on the green so I’ll tear through you
As millions cheer for me on their tv screens; call that paper view
Don't need a Rochambeaux to throw hands, Edward
Nearly arrested so much, you're like the heart of your inventor
Crimes you didn’t commit left your reputation shredded
Bro, this arcade game relic runs with less frames per second
Paperboy drives, doing that town work, earning that minimum wage per hour
See a damn cat or a fencе, you cower. Step in the ring, you'll bе wetting your trousers
I know Eddie's getting jealous cause I'm boutta grab this biker
And I'll do what he can't manage to when I go smash this Ryder
Cause I'll punch through your face, then I'll punch through your guts
Then I’ll punch through your nuts; that’s a three-hole punch!
The bank wouldn't throw you a cent; for me it snows dividends
But to give credit where it’s due, you sure got alone by the end
So once I've ripped apart the scissor bitch with my fists and dismantled him
We'll catch Depp in court again; this time suing for damages!
[Verse 2: Paperboy]
Pass Paperboy a rap tape and I'mma stack paper
Cab trade, a Boulder Dash player how I Smash Dwayne up
Racks later all the taxpayers got my pad paid up
Couldn’t calculate my cash take if you were Matt Damon
I bet you're fearing me now, huh; oh bitch you wary
I'm simply here to fill up tomorrow's obituary
Put down the protein shakes and spend a lunch with your babies
Don't want all of this columnist; I'll be Sunnin you Daily
Kinda horrid to think you went from scores in the ring
To the CGI abortion of the scorpion king
How does it feel to be in every second movie
But every second of your movies is so fucking boring it stings
After I wreck the wrestler, I'll end Ed on the cross streets
Fuck your dead inventor; I'll finish this scarred freak
You're so extra extra; eyeliner and sob scenes
Picked the best director to make you whiter than broad sheets
Got those nervous ticks; clockwork in your muscles
You can't read the room; cross words leave you puzzled
Goth nerd girls got your heart hurting for cuddles
Not worth getting clipped in the act so just cut it
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