Zander vs Crunchy Lemon Demon (Ft. Neil Cicierega & Taylor Wetherbee)

Crunchy:
Chimy-changa. Feel my anga’
See my wrath like a cartoon manga
Did you catch my drift Bambino?
I’m defective as a bottle of Beano
You’re in my casino now Biatch!
Spin the wheel and wiatch
As I clean your clock
Don’t make me get my Glock
Cause’ the shock’s gonna make you screech like a hawk
DAMMIT! Expletive deleted!
Your brain’s been depleted, I sound so conceited
But it’s kosher to rap like an egomaniac
You’d pimp yourself out and everybody craps
My train of thought tends to derail
My mind frame tends to fall off the nail
My music’s sick, my blood is thick
My style’s like a goddamn magic trick
Don’t understand, it’s all sleight of hand
It’s all smoke and mirrors and a rubbеr band
Y’know it’s like they say in Japan
[Gibberish?]

Zander:
Spinning out thе beats like a type of crazed dreidel
Raps been alarmed it’s considered a fable
Y’know I’m willing and able to cradle any young rapper along the road of Mabel
Crazed, confused, dazed, it’s all good
Cause’ I’m doing as good as a rapper should
Representin’ Dead Rabbits America
Sworn against (?)(sounds like Massfield), chumps in that area
You reminisce like a lifeless army
Unable to stop, and it’s quite alarming
We battle top to the quarry
Buildin’ a religion, it’s a big frickin’ story
So shut your mouth, here’s a burrito
I’m known as the rapper’s great Bambino
Squad clears out of the park
With a bottle of cleaner
Raps so fast it’s uncomprehensible
Using rubber bands for your magic tricks
All I do is flick my frickin’ wrist
Then I come out with death’s kiss
And now it’s game set and match, bitch!