[Round 1: Red Flag]
Welp, here you go again, another main stage plate, you better make it count
Opening battle, and the only match up the fans didn’t complain about
You dead
You been spoon-fed, I never had any help
Your win/loss record is like your facial hair, patchy as hell
Every battle he st-stumbles, “Ahhh,” mad at himself
So I ain’t give a fuck when this was locked in like a chastity belt
But since Decade’s the event, I was prepared to accept whatever name that they said
You don’t be talkin’ ‘bout shit up here, just go crazy instead
That deranged face is a waste of the shit you should say with your chest
But thanks for arrangin’ his death, ‘bout time they laid you to rest The only thing poppin’ about you is the veins in your neck
And the ones on your face and your head
This one is a dangerous threat
For real, his doctor explained it to him, you’ve got way too much stress
He’s one haymaker away from his death
He ‘bout to have an aneurysm if he “Say it again!”
So don’t react, please do your part to keep preventin’ that
Doctor’s orders, another temple tap could’ve been his last
Funny how you hate that “lyrical” shit but rap like you on yay
Cause you’re basically an Italian disaster (Dizaster) like Pompeii
When you heat up don’t sound like much to me but yellin’
With those rapid-fire rounds, whatever, Machine Gun Skelly
He run with the Yung Republicans
Yup, they fuck with him, dependin’ on the city y’all in
Classic move, joined a massive group, if he lose, it’s “Shit, we all win.”
Now I ain’t sayin’ you should go and get rid of all them
‘Cause how perfect, poor Joey still livin’ off Friends
You a nobody, homie, you really walkin’ the loneliest road
Joey’s solo career lookin’ kind of like Joey Fatone’s
And you will never make money the way you s’posed to ‘cause yo
It’s still an Everyday Struggle even with Joe on his own
Like when you battled Quest Mcody and couldn’t pass that test, you weren’t built to
They weren’t tryna hear Joe-Joe rappin’, you learned your lesson though, didn’t you?
Could’ve played Frodo Baggins in the rest of those films too
Cause you had no presence in the ring and Quest almost killed you
I put my best foot forward, forfeit or I’m back handin’ you
I got a bigger buzz and better drugs, that’s sad but true
I’m posted up with that white girl, smokin’ Granddaddy too
Purple crystals, and a little Coco on the side like Crash Bandicoot
Wake up, he fake-tough, I can’t stand this dude
Keep that same energy after I hit you like the Black Panther suit
Future champion, crown me, I ain’t have a challenger
You just another square openin’ up a card like an advent calendar
Welp, here you go again, another main stage plate, you better make it count
Opening battle, and the only match up the fans didn’t complain about
You dead
You been spoon-fed, I never had any help
Your win/loss record is like your facial hair, patchy as hell
Every battle he st-stumbles, “Ahhh,” mad at himself
So I ain’t give a fuck when this was locked in like a chastity belt
But since Decade’s the event, I was prepared to accept whatever name that they said
You don’t be talkin’ ‘bout shit up here, just go crazy instead
That deranged face is a waste of the shit you should say with your chest
But thanks for arrangin’ his death, ‘bout time they laid you to rest The only thing poppin’ about you is the veins in your neck
And the ones on your face and your head
This one is a dangerous threat
For real, his doctor explained it to him, you’ve got way too much stress
He’s one haymaker away from his death
He ‘bout to have an aneurysm if he “Say it again!”
So don’t react, please do your part to keep preventin’ that
Doctor’s orders, another temple tap could’ve been his last
Funny how you hate that “lyrical” shit but rap like you on yay
Cause you’re basically an Italian disaster (Dizaster) like Pompeii
When you heat up don’t sound like much to me but yellin’
With those rapid-fire rounds, whatever, Machine Gun Skelly
He run with the Yung Republicans
Yup, they fuck with him, dependin’ on the city y’all in
Classic move, joined a massive group, if he lose, it’s “Shit, we all win.”
Now I ain’t sayin’ you should go and get rid of all them
‘Cause how perfect, poor Joey still livin’ off Friends
You a nobody, homie, you really walkin’ the loneliest road
Joey’s solo career lookin’ kind of like Joey Fatone’s
And you will never make money the way you s’posed to ‘cause yo
It’s still an Everyday Struggle even with Joe on his own
Like when you battled Quest Mcody and couldn’t pass that test, you weren’t built to
They weren’t tryna hear Joe-Joe rappin’, you learned your lesson though, didn’t you?
Could’ve played Frodo Baggins in the rest of those films too
Cause you had no presence in the ring and Quest almost killed you
I put my best foot forward, forfeit or I’m back handin’ you
I got a bigger buzz and better drugs, that’s sad but true
I’m posted up with that white girl, smokin’ Granddaddy too
Purple crystals, and a little Coco on the side like Crash Bandicoot
Wake up, he fake-tough, I can’t stand this dude
Keep that same energy after I hit you like the Black Panther suit
Future champion, crown me, I ain’t have a challenger
You just another square openin’ up a card like an advent calendar
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