[Round 1: HFK]
Jack Shitt called my phone the other day like, "This new girl that I'm seeing is so beautiful."
I'm like, "No, she's got an Addam's apple and I saw her peeing at a urinal."
Now your shit is off beat
You better chill at the 'fuck off' tree
And he came and gave me a long hug when he saw me
I'm like, "Get the fuck off me!"
I'm like, "yo, let's go hit the models, find a bitch who swallow
Are you down for this shit tomorrow?"
He's like, "Nah, I'm chilling with the guys and playing spin the bottle."
I give you lyrical pain, you amateur
'Cause you are one of the lamеst challengers
And uh, Jack Shitt's dressеd like a Persian who just came to Canada
So I guess that means that this guy is a FOB
And you should really quit rhyming, dog
And will somebody please go out there and find a job for Silent Bob
Your mom is one ugly ass cunt, but I still groped her ass and fucked her
And I still can't believe I'm here battling a fucking yoga class instructor
And look man, I've always been told that the real should rap fly
And who the fuck are you supposed to be, Feel Good's rabbi?
You're a fucking queer
Who can't even chug a beer
Sitting at home watching The Wonder Years
And after every two bars he has to touch his beard
[Round 2: HFK]
You are not a hero
And how could you act like you're not a weirdo
And your rap is so boring that I'd rather sit down and watch your beard grow
Now this story always gets me a good laugh
'Cause his wife left him and took half
She took away his home, his car, and his boat, what a mean ass bitch
And he's like, "Are you gonna take away my rhyme book too?"
She's like, "No, you can keep that shit."
You got hot breath, boy, I think you need a Tic Tac, Jack
And put on a rasta hat, what do we have?
The man on the Zig-Zag pack
Now lay back and listen
All your lame raps are bitten
And you shouldn't battle 'til we have a King of the Dot, caveman division
Jack was gonna go to jail, and I'm like, "That's terrible, you're gonna get raped by big fat dudes, with tattoos."
And he's like, "Damn dude. How the fuck is that bad news?"
I'm, I'm about to kick this man in the back
'Cause I'm sick and tired of his faggity crap
And will somebody get Rells here and tell him that this battle is a wrappity wrap
Jack Shitt called my phone the other day like, "This new girl that I'm seeing is so beautiful."
I'm like, "No, she's got an Addam's apple and I saw her peeing at a urinal."
Now your shit is off beat
You better chill at the 'fuck off' tree
And he came and gave me a long hug when he saw me
I'm like, "Get the fuck off me!"
I'm like, "yo, let's go hit the models, find a bitch who swallow
Are you down for this shit tomorrow?"
He's like, "Nah, I'm chilling with the guys and playing spin the bottle."
I give you lyrical pain, you amateur
'Cause you are one of the lamеst challengers
And uh, Jack Shitt's dressеd like a Persian who just came to Canada
So I guess that means that this guy is a FOB
And you should really quit rhyming, dog
And will somebody please go out there and find a job for Silent Bob
Your mom is one ugly ass cunt, but I still groped her ass and fucked her
And I still can't believe I'm here battling a fucking yoga class instructor
And look man, I've always been told that the real should rap fly
And who the fuck are you supposed to be, Feel Good's rabbi?
You're a fucking queer
Who can't even chug a beer
Sitting at home watching The Wonder Years
And after every two bars he has to touch his beard
[Round 2: HFK]
You are not a hero
And how could you act like you're not a weirdo
And your rap is so boring that I'd rather sit down and watch your beard grow
Now this story always gets me a good laugh
'Cause his wife left him and took half
She took away his home, his car, and his boat, what a mean ass bitch
And he's like, "Are you gonna take away my rhyme book too?"
She's like, "No, you can keep that shit."
You got hot breath, boy, I think you need a Tic Tac, Jack
And put on a rasta hat, what do we have?
The man on the Zig-Zag pack
Now lay back and listen
All your lame raps are bitten
And you shouldn't battle 'til we have a King of the Dot, caveman division
Jack was gonna go to jail, and I'm like, "That's terrible, you're gonna get raped by big fat dudes, with tattoos."
And he's like, "Damn dude. How the fuck is that bad news?"
I'm, I'm about to kick this man in the back
'Cause I'm sick and tired of his faggity crap
And will somebody get Rells here and tell him that this battle is a wrappity wrap
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