B.Y.O.B. - R3D vs Brain Busta lyrics

[R3D] Welcome to BB's circumcision the abacination where he gets abacinated Dear listeners don't get fascinated When I say this battle starts with a 4-0 for BB, cuz you know how sh** goes down here Loyal dick riders and votes by affiliation So just be patient But bet yo a** you ain't ready for this public humiliation Straight obliteration no conciliation I'm afraid after this battle I'd go to trial for child molestation You look like a rick ross if he was a fat asian You claim to be balling well this is your castration Claim to be dope and fine, aren't you nine? I don't even know how this kid's battling me now when it's past his bed time Always wanted to battle me when you know I'd wreck you to pieces Jesus when I was your age the only thing I looked forward to was recess Busta's all grown with a Brain of a fetus I don't know if any chick would want to be his Cause Busta's a big dick with a small penis Gotta censor my language and keep it PG So you don't run and tell you mommy Thinking up rhymes while doing your chores I'm snow white schooling this little dwarf Doesn't just stop there but to an ugly midget he's going to morph Watch as I turn this lil boy into a real man Time to grow a pair and take a stand If rappad's an app you're its widget Lord forgive me for stomping on this midget Are you sure your mommy doesn't write your rhymes Cause you put me to sleep, shut up with your lullabies When it comes to you and I,  we know who's the great one So stop fronting, getting this L is your fate son Acting like a dick when you actually ate one [Brain Busta] I can handle any surprises you show me Just saw Obi Wan Kenobi riding a pony eating a hoagie with bologna This is your last breath you better believe I'm a k**ing fiend It's like my little sister's birthday party all you'll hear is screams Special K ran out of Lucky Charms and got sick now I'm facing Red BANG BANG she's dead and for hours and hours she bled Now we're going at it face to face I know more battle tactics I'll send you sprawling backwards looks like you're doing gymnastics My rhymes are fire you're bout to be cooked like potstickers People don't wanna see you anymore like you're the swastika This bout to be a crime scene get the knife her eyes joined then slit Now you got a speech impediment when you talk to me like Porky Pig While some who look at you see a Red Queen I just see blood and take the throne Sorry Red ain't got a fistful of dollars to pay the bad I ain't Sergio Leone I'm bout to come and gun you down Bonnie and Clyde Trowel in your chest it's the living dead's night It may seem friendly at first Richard Scarry But I ain't gonna make your day Dirty Harry It's midnight and you can tell there's murder in the air When Red walks outside it's like a list bullets everywhere Don't you dare ever think you can rap like Eminem Cause I'll steal your M&M's and then spit phlegm on them You always thought you had a unique lyrical style But you're like K you've always been a special child While you probably wear a triangular hat and round boots I'm the enemy at the gates dressing the Queen's Guards in clown suits I have a NAC to rock the Mike no need to play Hyde n' seek Tear you limb from limb rip you into pieces of eight now you got a pirate's knee