[Round 1: Madness]
Yo I'm your idol, the highest title, so fuck a Uno
You are a Puerto Rican and I'm speaking so that you know
That nobody fucking likes you you talentless cocksucker
Bro I give a fuck about the crowd's best reaction
Bro just so you know you don't have original or clever rapping
Here's my impression of Uno Lavoz delivering an amazing battle line...never happen
See I met him last year at Blackout, I was drunk as shit
I rolled up like, "He's like me." Figured he's someone I could be funny with
But he was like, "Nah bro, I rap as a character, it's nothing but a shtick."
I just looked, shook my head and walked away like, "What a fucking bitch."
And this is what y'all condone?
Some fake drunk who be stumbling and mumbling like he need him some help
That Uno Lavoz character is crazy, too bad you fucking suck at being yourself
And based on that fact alone, I think this faggot should forfeit
Look at him, bitch you struggle to fake talents I was naturally born with
I am the genuine article, so who the fuck would y'all rather party with?
Comparing us is like chugging a whole Bacardi fifth versus like a partial sip of some weak as Arbor Mist
My lifestyle is so amazing, it's kinda hard to diss
Bitch you spit like you legit, use the battle rap starter kit
Awkward shit, screaming and tryna ball your fists, I'm smarter kid
And you're the Picasso in the art of being on my dick
I'm back on my shit, so you better pray to God and your church
Your fucking set ups are horrible, punchlines are one liners and your blogs are for nerds
You've had a problem since birth
Doctor's ain't know if you retarded or worse
So fuck a body bag or a hearse, faggot you belong in a purse
And as far as battling, people like me, Kid Twist, Marv Won and Frank Stacks are your forefathers
You such a Puerto Rican bitch you should be rocking your name and a pair of door knockers
Bro, living broke to pitching coke to spitting jokes, I built something
Bitch I created that lane that you're trying to drive your little fucking milk truck in
See, as your pops, looking at you, I should tell you, in the real world you'd never make it alive
Listen Manuelito, pull up your fucking pants and straighten your tie
He's got a fucking hat with a jacket, black slacks and a pair of shoes
Uh uh, not where I'm from
Yo Lush
Yo I'm your idol, the highest title, so fuck a Uno
You are a Puerto Rican and I'm speaking so that you know
That nobody fucking likes you you talentless cocksucker
Bro I give a fuck about the crowd's best reaction
Bro just so you know you don't have original or clever rapping
Here's my impression of Uno Lavoz delivering an amazing battle line...never happen
See I met him last year at Blackout, I was drunk as shit
I rolled up like, "He's like me." Figured he's someone I could be funny with
But he was like, "Nah bro, I rap as a character, it's nothing but a shtick."
I just looked, shook my head and walked away like, "What a fucking bitch."
And this is what y'all condone?
Some fake drunk who be stumbling and mumbling like he need him some help
That Uno Lavoz character is crazy, too bad you fucking suck at being yourself
And based on that fact alone, I think this faggot should forfeit
Look at him, bitch you struggle to fake talents I was naturally born with
I am the genuine article, so who the fuck would y'all rather party with?
Comparing us is like chugging a whole Bacardi fifth versus like a partial sip of some weak as Arbor Mist
My lifestyle is so amazing, it's kinda hard to diss
Bitch you spit like you legit, use the battle rap starter kit
Awkward shit, screaming and tryna ball your fists, I'm smarter kid
And you're the Picasso in the art of being on my dick
I'm back on my shit, so you better pray to God and your church
Your fucking set ups are horrible, punchlines are one liners and your blogs are for nerds
You've had a problem since birth
Doctor's ain't know if you retarded or worse
So fuck a body bag or a hearse, faggot you belong in a purse
And as far as battling, people like me, Kid Twist, Marv Won and Frank Stacks are your forefathers
You such a Puerto Rican bitch you should be rocking your name and a pair of door knockers
Bro, living broke to pitching coke to spitting jokes, I built something
Bitch I created that lane that you're trying to drive your little fucking milk truck in
See, as your pops, looking at you, I should tell you, in the real world you'd never make it alive
Listen Manuelito, pull up your fucking pants and straighten your tie
He's got a fucking hat with a jacket, black slacks and a pair of shoes
Uh uh, not where I'm from
Yo Lush
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