[Verse 1: Prometheus]
Another b**h that can't rap? Oh boy!
A sad sack with a British voice? Oh joy!
I'm the black Justin Bieber that stay smashing these Clabtrap a**hats
Don't get clapped Ax
Where your sh**ty raps at, I only found six
Where's the real stuff at, it can't be this sh**
You tiny dimple wannabe crumpet-munching bender
Go to HMV and find yourself a new contender
Cause I'm the f**ing winner, cause I'm the f**ing man
My first verse is cursed to make your brain hurt
Yo mom's fannypack is filled with my Bratwurst
I like my tea like I like my money - n***a
Who convinced your goofy a** that you was a spitter
You must be mistaken - go back to beat making
Pretend time's over so you can stop faking
[Verse 2: AxTekk]
AxTekk: You done p**yole?
Prometheus: b**h!
AxTekk: Your sixteen's through
He tries to f** with the beat's Link cause he sees Hy-rule
I'm better at rapping and making beats than you
I even look more like Justin Bieber dude!
And there you have it - you act big but fact is at rapping
You're just a bad AxTekk sans accent
At producing man, all that crackling your voice made?
Thug flow tourrettes - you need pop filter and a noise gate
K, British rappers aren't usual, that part is true
But the last time you battled one you pussied out halfway through
I get name dropped on the politic cause Ax-is of evil
You get called a f*ggot in battle's between other people
So I like my women like I like my verses - f*ggot -
No more or less than sixteen, flip that, go hard and smash it
If you're thinking "gay Kanye" I'd say you're flowing right
Drop all the N Bombs you want, you'll still never blow a mic
[Interlude]
Prometheus: Oh my god. f** production right now, just f** it
[Verse 3: Prometheus]
The point of rap is to write your own f**ing lyrics
You call it "flips" I call it copying real sh**
Understanding you is like translating sanskrit
Pro'lly cause you blow mics the same way you blow -shhhh
I'm just saying you got f*ggot in your mouth a lot
I'm super saiyan, put the mic down and knock it off
f** vocal effects b**h, I rap raw
Don't even need a beat, forget where the heaters be
Ax you can take a knee, bow down to a G
Praise be to the king - BIEEEEBERRRRR
I won my last battle, didn't even try first
You lost a bye round with a half a**ed verse
f** Big Red putting me in a bracket with beat heads
Ain't this a rap off? Then why the slack jawed jack off
Trying to confuse me
You might be good at beats but you can't reproduce me
[Interlude]
Prometheus: But if you play nice, I'll let you produce me
AxTekk: Hahaha, what, do you wanna collab?
[Verse 4: AxTekk]
Sure I'll produce you, here's Ax's thoughts:
Don't f**ing use autotune when you claim that you rapping raw!
Man It says a lot that you're gun bars make mine sound legit
And if I bite your feats it says a lot that mine had more kick
Who could've guessed, you actually talk nerdier than I do
Yet I mind tricks, way you force voices on the mic dude
Titan from streets now, really? You A G now, really?
Only gang bangers you banging with is Big Bang Theory
You're best line was a gay joke, but it's a given that Ax bi
Openly. Y'all should research instead of giving that Ax byes
Hoping he'd play nice go slack jawed and kneel, oh kid
That verse was so gay it's making me feel h*mophobic
And now there's no beat left what did Dureagon do to you?!
The tune is through but there's nothing I could do to lose
Of course you'd boast about winning by one vote, But honestly
When Prometheus boasts 'bout bringing fire you KNOW it was a robbery