[Round 1: Lexx Luthor]
Yo, Rell, I don’t respect you or any bars that you took off memes
You a spitting image of N Pose’s girlfriend when you start to look all mean
An up-and-comer here, but legendary in the cook-off scene
And I bet life’s been great since Sandra Bullock put you on that football team
He gives rappers bread to go against him in Alpha League, ‘cause he raps basic as fuck
Then pays his own travel to battle in different states every month
Can’t even buy groceries ‘cause he paid for his buzz
Been eating Hamburger Helper for weeks, trying to be the face of the Glove!
In your battle with Ill Will, he said you snitch more than you spit
In layman’s terms, Michigan precincts are the only time you got a way with words
GZ, you brought some Detroit scud bucket with the fakest purse
I’d still leave her pussy loose if her head the G.O.A.T. like Satan’s church!
These fools, they’d finna tricked their friend like it’s April 1st
Rell, you still get 3-0’d at the lunch truck by Xzibit every day at work
You from Detroit, dirtbag! That is the filthiest place on Earth
Every time you put your city on your back, I bet it stains your shirt!
I said, listen, MarvTwo, you ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before
The last time you had a ki’ of white, somebody keyed your door
The machine came with a blue ray; it’s not a PS4
But it’s steel-suited for bugging, it’s like the Beetleborgs
The fans wanna see me vs. Charron, but I kept getting offered you and Shotti, pathetic
I brought tombstones for y’all and anybody I’ve threatened
Your mother’s a bitch, you can suck my dick, and I ain’t very sorry I said it
This ain’t an inside joke; anybody can get it!
I already beat your man N Pose, and you ain’t him
In Van’, I had the crowd go crazy over my ape shit
I’ve been the best in GZ, way before killing that Quake kid
What you think they call me elite for? I already ate Jimz!
That’s my only Pokémon bar this battle
Nobody want to see Lexx when he writes
Even The Saurus, he wanted way too much bread for the fight
Well, he better not come close, or I’ll play Whack-a-Mole on his head with my knife
And he’ll see one of his girlfriend’s paintings in the mirror for the rest of his life!
And, uh, the back of your neck looks like bubble wrap
Keep banging
Yo, Rell, I don’t respect you or any bars that you took off memes
You a spitting image of N Pose’s girlfriend when you start to look all mean
An up-and-comer here, but legendary in the cook-off scene
And I bet life’s been great since Sandra Bullock put you on that football team
He gives rappers bread to go against him in Alpha League, ‘cause he raps basic as fuck
Then pays his own travel to battle in different states every month
Can’t even buy groceries ‘cause he paid for his buzz
Been eating Hamburger Helper for weeks, trying to be the face of the Glove!
In your battle with Ill Will, he said you snitch more than you spit
In layman’s terms, Michigan precincts are the only time you got a way with words
GZ, you brought some Detroit scud bucket with the fakest purse
I’d still leave her pussy loose if her head the G.O.A.T. like Satan’s church!
These fools, they’d finna tricked their friend like it’s April 1st
Rell, you still get 3-0’d at the lunch truck by Xzibit every day at work
You from Detroit, dirtbag! That is the filthiest place on Earth
Every time you put your city on your back, I bet it stains your shirt!
I said, listen, MarvTwo, you ain’t nothing I haven’t seen before
The last time you had a ki’ of white, somebody keyed your door
The machine came with a blue ray; it’s not a PS4
But it’s steel-suited for bugging, it’s like the Beetleborgs
The fans wanna see me vs. Charron, but I kept getting offered you and Shotti, pathetic
I brought tombstones for y’all and anybody I’ve threatened
Your mother’s a bitch, you can suck my dick, and I ain’t very sorry I said it
This ain’t an inside joke; anybody can get it!
I already beat your man N Pose, and you ain’t him
In Van’, I had the crowd go crazy over my ape shit
I’ve been the best in GZ, way before killing that Quake kid
What you think they call me elite for? I already ate Jimz!
That’s my only Pokémon bar this battle
Nobody want to see Lexx when he writes
Even The Saurus, he wanted way too much bread for the fight
Well, he better not come close, or I’ll play Whack-a-Mole on his head with my knife
And he’ll see one of his girlfriend’s paintings in the mirror for the rest of his life!
And, uh, the back of your neck looks like bubble wrap
Keep banging
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