[Round 1: Bender]
Can you believe this shit?
He killed Chris Tipsy and absorbed his powers, it's like Highlander but for squeegee kids
Now everything around me cash rules
So it's funny you go by Scott Free when Ottawa sent me here to tax you
'Cause even if you cop beats from Mobb Deep or Wu Scott Free, you would probably get booed off and moose-jawed then bodied, ya' too soft
I said "Scotty throw a punch," stupid [?] went and tossed me a juice box
A decade deep in this rap shit I'm still heartless
Gon' be my face on the Wheaties box, his ugly mug on a milk carton
And I know your parents are hopin' for a daughter
They should've called up Henry Morgentaler, look him up he's an abortion doctor
Got lines perfected, dumb shit my style's the freshest
So try to son me I treat you like Erik and Lyle Menendez
Get iced and deaded like cryogenics
Outshine my presence?
You have a better shot at George Bush's signed confession to 9/11
Scott Free, you make John Cena sound like Sean P
You're a back up dancer like Pac was for Shock G
And y'all need to cop Bad Information, that's my new record
Scott here fit three dicks in his mouth at once last night, that's his new record
[Round 1: Scott Free]
Now before Loey told me 'bout Flight Distance, I'd never heard of y'all
That's cause your bars are as real as Decipher's murder charge
So I came to run game on a flabby bastard
Like Wayne Campbell I've waited to slay a Stratocaster
See I, throw jabs at battle rappers, I'm lookin' at you like "let's brawl"
Stick Stratocaster with a Gibson, I'll smash you with a Les Paul
Yes dog, I've seen your battle with Baracuda, you were kinda nice
But your style is like Kimbo's wife: vagina slice
And you almost 30 aight, so how are you such a nube?
You called Baracuda 'grandpa' and he's two years younger than you
Then you said you out for cheesecake and couldn't put it better
'Cause this belly says you out to be a sugar cookie getter
Now without a beat or a DJ, I'd bang in both your ears
You look so much like Philly Freeway I'm 'bout to Cassidy your career
'Cause that Bourgeois hood pass revoke shit would've been a slick diss
If the Squidmilker had a hood pass to begin with
So you don't end dreams like alarm clocks, it's clear that dude's frontin'
You so, easy to sleep through you more like the snooze button
Can you believe this shit?
He killed Chris Tipsy and absorbed his powers, it's like Highlander but for squeegee kids
Now everything around me cash rules
So it's funny you go by Scott Free when Ottawa sent me here to tax you
'Cause even if you cop beats from Mobb Deep or Wu Scott Free, you would probably get booed off and moose-jawed then bodied, ya' too soft
I said "Scotty throw a punch," stupid [?] went and tossed me a juice box
A decade deep in this rap shit I'm still heartless
Gon' be my face on the Wheaties box, his ugly mug on a milk carton
And I know your parents are hopin' for a daughter
They should've called up Henry Morgentaler, look him up he's an abortion doctor
Got lines perfected, dumb shit my style's the freshest
So try to son me I treat you like Erik and Lyle Menendez
Get iced and deaded like cryogenics
Outshine my presence?
You have a better shot at George Bush's signed confession to 9/11
Scott Free, you make John Cena sound like Sean P
You're a back up dancer like Pac was for Shock G
And y'all need to cop Bad Information, that's my new record
Scott here fit three dicks in his mouth at once last night, that's his new record
[Round 1: Scott Free]
Now before Loey told me 'bout Flight Distance, I'd never heard of y'all
That's cause your bars are as real as Decipher's murder charge
So I came to run game on a flabby bastard
Like Wayne Campbell I've waited to slay a Stratocaster
See I, throw jabs at battle rappers, I'm lookin' at you like "let's brawl"
Stick Stratocaster with a Gibson, I'll smash you with a Les Paul
Yes dog, I've seen your battle with Baracuda, you were kinda nice
But your style is like Kimbo's wife: vagina slice
And you almost 30 aight, so how are you such a nube?
You called Baracuda 'grandpa' and he's two years younger than you
Then you said you out for cheesecake and couldn't put it better
'Cause this belly says you out to be a sugar cookie getter
Now without a beat or a DJ, I'd bang in both your ears
You look so much like Philly Freeway I'm 'bout to Cassidy your career
'Cause that Bourgeois hood pass revoke shit would've been a slick diss
If the Squidmilker had a hood pass to begin with
So you don't end dreams like alarm clocks, it's clear that dude's frontin'
You so, easy to sleep through you more like the snooze button
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