Lyrics
This is a battle on the Goldmic Site. It's against Straight Haveck, who are made up of McFlip and r-fresh, from Canada.
shit you should know:
*"Charles E. Cheese" is Chuck E. Cheese (kinda like a Mickey Mouse rip-off) , a cartoon mouse who has pizza restaurants/arcades named after him , I don't know if they're only in Wisconsin or not, definitely not in Canada
*USA Jr. = Canada
JD Salinger:
yo Aris', why we wastin our time on this crew of canucks//
now we're facin the rhymes of these two stupid fucks//
it's cool, I was drunk, when I accepted the challenge//
collected and callous, better hope we don't connect with our mallets//
to even have a chance, you better work dilligently//
my flow is so advanced, no body's iller than me//
but I still need to see, that lyrically ain't a soul near to me//
it's eery, you're fearin me, and I ain't even lit the kerosene//
but is it fair for me to embarrass these faggot MC's//
who very rarely come harder than Charles E. Cheese*//
bitch, please, you need to stop comparin' me//
to these mounties, who suffer from a lack of pussy terribly//
hey, it's okay, everyone makes mistakes//
confronted with fate, ain't a decent rapper outside of the states//
reality is harsh, and ignorance is bliss//
these two are "in the dark", and 'fresh is fingering 'flip//
"Quite frankly I'm appalled", but in San-Fran' they're pissed//
"He already stole McDonald's, now he's eyein' up our dick!"//
yo, I'm through ruinin' a few from USA Jr.*//
should've asked around, you ain't heard us?, better check the range on ya tuner//
now that I bruised ya, Aristippus come with it//
thier wits are diminished, primed and fit, for your tongue to spit it//
get at it, we'd still win if ya didn't come out with a word//
straight-haveck, done got, yet still about to get served//
Aristippus:
No doubt JD, this shit's gettin' fuckin' absurd//
tell ya what, I'll swtich teams, and let them have a third//
best believe I'll come correct with my verse, it's just a fact//
but these girls are so whack, I couldn't make up the slack//
but on the real, I've got a knack, a hunch, a revelation//
a distinct permonition, I think these faggots are matin'//
I didn't want to interrupt, but God Damn! what the fuck!?//
hey yo, we gotta battle, I just come to wish ya luck//
Jesus! I didn't mean to see you suckin' his penis//
"Hey man, you gonna tell? Please just keep it between us."//
when you kiss your girl, that's my dick you're tastin'//
trun you around, my dick pushin' your waste in//
gay spacemen, these two flamin' canadiens, like radiant alien raeliens//
my verse nails em to walls//
see you hanging upside down with staples through your balls//
come to the states and evict dick withdrawal//
this slick, spic, clique is comin through walls//
you just a silly faggot like Rupaul//
your style's small and weak, and my crew's too tall//
we slew ya'll -- fooled ya'll -- the crowd boo's ya'll//
Iron Lungs kicked you out the fuckin' pool hall//
or wherever the fuck you maple leaf's stay//
my dad always told me: son, Canada's gay.......
