[Round 1: Bender]
Now when your mommy called Bender over to bend her over
Don't worry, I wasn't drunk enough to hit that shit, hell I'm never sober
It's a little joke to lighten the mood 'fore you see him burn at the stake
It's funny I just finished with Aftershock, now I got another weak version of Quake?
And I asked for a Miracle, but this wasn't a prayer
No hands together face to God with my chin up in the air
Nah I was just askin' for this chump, who's had six months to prepare
Dodgin' me since winter well aware that the bitch doesn't compare
See I was good to go, if Mark woulda flew here then to do this
I woulda had him broke in January like a New Year's resolution
You're from a town of 2,000 people, you couldn't get more country
My lyrics are frightening and confusing to him, like indoor plumbing
And your live show is garbage
This guy's so retarded, Syco looks like a Philharmonic maestro, from Harvard
He says to teenyboppers "I got my own apartment"
Tryna lure them back to that grain silo near Dartmouth
And if you wanna get dipped like a piece of trash like him
You can spot most of Mark's apparel at Mark's Work Wearhouse or Bargain Harold's half-price bin
That's right, shit, I'm too consistent to choose the best of
So when you heard me start to rhyme you shoulda made a break for it, like Questlove
While I been working on these nonstop quality bars
Mark's been working on his ma and pop's broccoli farm
Bitch you could not cause bodily harm
If your parent's labeled you a Mark then you probably are
So I'm asking you, what type of miracle could this man produce?
Jesus turned water to wine, you turn a 40 into faggot juice?
So cream puffs are sayin' "You the man, I'm ya' hugest fan"
'Cause you rode a fairy for six hours but you ain't take no trip to Newfoundland
Pop his chin, lift him off the ground like a rocketship
If he's talkin' shit, I'ma drop the kid, like Caustic did
Now when your mommy called Bender over to bend her over
Don't worry, I wasn't drunk enough to hit that shit, hell I'm never sober
It's a little joke to lighten the mood 'fore you see him burn at the stake
It's funny I just finished with Aftershock, now I got another weak version of Quake?
And I asked for a Miracle, but this wasn't a prayer
No hands together face to God with my chin up in the air
Nah I was just askin' for this chump, who's had six months to prepare
Dodgin' me since winter well aware that the bitch doesn't compare
See I was good to go, if Mark woulda flew here then to do this
I woulda had him broke in January like a New Year's resolution
You're from a town of 2,000 people, you couldn't get more country
My lyrics are frightening and confusing to him, like indoor plumbing
And your live show is garbage
This guy's so retarded, Syco looks like a Philharmonic maestro, from Harvard
He says to teenyboppers "I got my own apartment"
Tryna lure them back to that grain silo near Dartmouth
And if you wanna get dipped like a piece of trash like him
You can spot most of Mark's apparel at Mark's Work Wearhouse or Bargain Harold's half-price bin
That's right, shit, I'm too consistent to choose the best of
So when you heard me start to rhyme you shoulda made a break for it, like Questlove
While I been working on these nonstop quality bars
Mark's been working on his ma and pop's broccoli farm
Bitch you could not cause bodily harm
If your parent's labeled you a Mark then you probably are
So I'm asking you, what type of miracle could this man produce?
Jesus turned water to wine, you turn a 40 into faggot juice?
So cream puffs are sayin' "You the man, I'm ya' hugest fan"
'Cause you rode a fairy for six hours but you ain't take no trip to Newfoundland
Pop his chin, lift him off the ground like a rocketship
If he's talkin' shit, I'ma drop the kid, like Caustic did
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