B.Y.O.B. - Ian vs Funkatron II lyrics

[Ian] It ain't only the BYOB title on the line – there's a new job description “Gatekeeper to the Throne” but I got some funky competition Y'all wanna know how he got here? Funk was probing the admin Whinging that by rights he should be in title fights despite not having a big win b**hing about where he sits like every Rappad Top 10 list; man his cry's savage Ain't hard to relate him to DCYPHR/the cypher crying like he's Clyde Cabbage So I said: “Why not grant him a rematch – redemption through the duel" Cuz I'm sure he'd say the first time I had his measure was just an exception to the rule But don't he get this news and ZOOM! He runs for cover I'll run this Fatboy Slim, But right about now…I'm just hoping the Funk Show, Brother But I knew it would be you, Funk, This ain't the first time you've taken the bait Like when Olo was raising the shade – shining –he had you raging with hate And you got all pissy like a p**y with his cla**ic fish hook tactics And the Net had yet another sour puss b**h like a spastic kid who's catfished Olo almost had to do one of his Requiem schemes – well I'll keep this Requiem for a Theme Cuz in this vein I'll smack you up and disarm you like in Requiem for a Dream Unless it's a pipe dream, of course, But let's keep away from the topic of copper Cuz we both know what happens when your well-wishes are tossed in the offer Bro, I forgive your biting my bars for Toosense; coins in a fountain IS a totally clever taunt And imitation is flattery after all, but next time don't write in a such woefully lesser font Cuz you know you don't got bars, and I know you worry how people be reading them Want proof? Look at all those golden annotations, it shows you don't even believe in 'em Oooh…now I got this phony silenced but my texts blow up like it's an emojihad/emo jihad And so I'm flagging you for battle: Funk, you've just been Iwojima'd Cuz I really wasn't lying back when I calmed a salty Isak I said: “I only go out with red dots across the whites of my eyes like Kamikaze pilots” But you? You're like the Japanese emperor waving the white flag but with no sun Funk, Funk, Funk: don't you know that's what happens when you Shogun/show gun? But even if the wheels came off the track and there's d**h in the ranks I'll go for a k**er ride inside my Fury cuz I always got something left in the Tank [Funkatron] Look... You've gone about as far as you can go with your monotone You outta road, now we on the dirt and that's all that I know Lil skrrt, lil pull, this'll hurt lil hoe All you do is talk, so you ain't landing no blows We honed our angles in the pen, Pompeii'd written Bastille walls But if you close your eyes You can always hear that droid ain't changed at all So let's get back to battle RAPPIN Back to comin' up RABBID Back to infectious gab, and sorry he just don't HAVE IT! Don't release that sh**! He'll be in geriatrics when first disempact, b**h! I read you like a book, your music should Prolly be this way Cuz, the Funkatron says, Ian sounds like a See n' Say If you can't pinch two cents/too sense, you shouldn't bull sh** with me You were too broke to buy the farm, but chill, this body bag is free It's acute/a cute angle, you being betta, i deaded your boy, mangled 'Cuz Im on point, on top of this triangle,** I k** it because its all directly related The blood line gets worked, when you rewind it and play it Cuz this onanist loves to watch clips, so watch this You think your family matters? I'm Severin family ties A kin to cut away, like this is f**ing Family Guy You can drop the droid, but still get dropped by droid bars Cuz I had you down to the wire, were you were deviod a heart That dissociated identity wrought disorder, defined you Had to set em free, he didn't know who confined who And now he's only f**ing shcizo, if he think i won't find truth,*** Disorded your illness's mentally, the job and wife a state mind too? Paralyze this "paramedic's" parasympathetic With a pair of punches, aimed to take Ian from where his head is I'd tell 'em to get f**ed, but know 1st hand the low percentages This p**n hubbers only burns the rubbers with 5 appendages So Im knowin "your" baby's p**y like the back of my hand While you shufflin knuckle children, in the back of a van!