GRB round 3

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first verse

ill murder you fatty and cripple ya fam dog
have you choked up like when u sleep with the fan on
dont listen to him, he a liar
only tourney he ever won, shit, it was run by cire
i think jeffs riggin this shit, this aint cinemax
he wants me to expose the pussy in him
and give ya steez back to vinnez paz
only shot he got at the dough is if he used clints mini mag
you real round, with a bowl cut
shit i heard latrell nelson tosses you around to get bulkd up
and i dont care faggot, you pastey
only reason you get votes is cause muthaf***as hate me
put one of his beats on n watch
bitches flee the room faster than omen at an abadoned shakeys
i feel bad for the traits you inheriting
another word for canadian? yea its embarrasing
you from a town with a thousand soft faggots
talkin bout the war in iraq, look where u at bi***
out of shape so what you call that
i say you're the goober who looks like a sweaty canadian rhawfax
who got bars, not this guy
lookin pink in the face, dont doubt you live in a pig stye
i love the beef, and jeff is my cupid
only friction goin on here is between ya thighs stupid
look at the fags you hang around with
lookin liek the only retard who has a problem with countin
its goes 1 yousa f*** ass bi***
2. you sell shitty loops to wack rappers
not to mention any line you ever wrote give credit to hibe
im sayin what the f*** wrong with this guy
talkin bout it gonna be lopsided?
are you talkin bout the battle or u talkin bout his jaw line
that sh*** is creepy son, but i figure
you a squirrell and store fat nutts for the winter
i mean, i aint in the army, aint in alabama
whats you got for lil feller, some filler from fester
got clothes, stack dough in the dresser
girls treat ya dick like state laws, they passin the measure
you fat f***, cant help the flow so raw
makin moves? sh*** well if you say so dog
just cause you pushin beats to diabolic
doesnt mean the average cat
gonna jump on ya back and wanna cop em
i bet you feelin barack u wanna call em
on the phone, you from canada holmes
im sayin, wanna complain bout our troops
when your army consists of a single boot sh*** i cant lose
doofus, and im roastin this lame
ill smoke this herb, you literally a roach in the game
mad cause when im speakin the truth
that when you spit verses u need to give ya computer aboot
worried bout the haters, its all karma duke
with 70 percent, you still cant get a life on karma loop
look, you ugly as shit, i aint a dick alright
this loser really thinks hell get pussy if his kicks is nice
im raw bi***, you look like the great khali
and rosanne had a baby then buried it in dog shit
id love to pelt his stupid ass with a sack of rocks
oh you wanna burn? then why dont u smoke a fat bag of cocks
and take ya silly ass straight back to fraggle rock
you cant handle my socks, im a shoe in
lines you fear em of course
if GRB was a studio, im handlin engineer on the boards
look sonny, you aint got a shot at the money
ill make an ass out you without panstin you dummy

accapella

engineer is built like a medicine ball
you sick, well shit, then enefs the medicine yall
straight ass juice, ill smack this wack jew
free beats? they trash, so why would cats bother to ask you?
yall want me to go at his throat
how? when that sh*** wider than the tail to the nose of a boat
f***in coward, & ya music just aint shit
take him serious? he really believes in spaceships
f***in nutt case, how does my nutts taste?
im poundin this ass, so i guess its borderline butt rape
and if its anything but rape
its consentual, so this candian bi***'ll get f***ed ay

third verse

ill put this chubby motherf***er on his back
when he talkin hardbody, like he wouldnt get str8 bodied on a track
talkin like he avid with his features
when i can deliver these bars faster than avi with a pizza
smash, put this fag back on his sneakas
get as seens mother to bless his ass with a preacher
jeff got me battlin bafoons
not only does he spit it but he be lookin like a hot air baloon
corny ass bi***, a better rapper than me?
smack em up with a menu if i cauight his ass in the streets
you gettin roasted f*** that dog, u gettin toasted
making you hungry yea i know it
yall think he can hang tho?
ya f***in album could be full of yayo
and agent spits scenes and it still wouldnt bang bro
havin em seein out one eye kinda like kano
he be takin seamen down the pipes like draino
and if he talkin like he nicer than this
ill show em his hand game colder than the ice on his wrist
cmon yall, im american im beatin this whore
ill murder u on july 3rd u aint seein the 4th