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Lyrics
First off you’re thinkin why’s this a gloomy beat, when I’m ‘bout to abuse you bad
think about it…battling you is sad
Baking Vexed to a crust like apple pie
This is so sad you’re redefining the meaning of battle cry
Smile for the camera, it’s gonna get censored fast though
Cause when I picture you…I see a dickhead or an asshole
I leave you amazed when Kast flows
You ain’t a Hieroglyphics fan but kids say you rhyme way too Casual
My flow is toxic, my tracks gotta be bottled
I’m like a Shakespearean scene cause I’m a hard act to follow
You talk shit but take it back cuz you soft yo
You a human dictionary after all the words you’ve swallowed
Kid, Kast raps beef like tacos
All your fans must be atheists, they all say: God you’re awful
I’ll kill you sloppily with negligence
Since you’re a soft thug, ya corpse ain’t providing hard evidence
No show this battle…just take my advice
‘Cause you ain’t Pinocchio’s dad, so how you gonna make it alive
Only thing you’ll make is albums that go wood
You’re so hood ya faulty carburetor’s the only thing that flows good
Don’t dare cross me like blind peeps tryin to jay walk
you’re a no good cheap skate, like ghetto roller blade shops
It’s too late to stop when my grenade drops
Even San Francisco radio stations tell you to stop the gay talk
I’m the emcee don while Vexed is about to get…pee’d on
I’ll leave you mad at rap just like Christopher Reeve’s mom
No one to lean on, plus son you ain’t twenty-one,
So you won’t get…buy the next round…cuz you can’t enter bars
Vexed is planning to win this rap event
But you’re like leftovers, cuz your plans will be foiled again
I don’t mean you’re in a fight when I say you’re pounding guys
That’s why I’m not talkin’ about rap when I claim you mess around with Mikes
I’ll impound your bike, trying to ride the track
You straight wack, those machines are too big for you to hide the fax
You suck dick at jails…ya first taste of crime
Battling Vexed is kinda like pouring liquor on clocks…I’m wasting my time
