Brandon D. - Round 3 lyrics

[Verse 1:] So, Steven.. How did this battle even start Was it cause I rapped good, and you did not? C'mon man quit getting pissed, jump off my dick And don't try to rap cause you sound like sh** I told you not to f** with a souless ginger Now who's on top? me. I'm a f**ing winner And all you are is motherf**ing bitter Told you not f** with me, you didn't listen Now I gotta put you, into submission It's my mission to take you out Cause your f**ing fata** Can't even get off the couch Oh, what now? wanna mess with me I'mma make you so embarra**ed your FAT will be crying And no I'm not lying, tell me how I'm fake b**h I really wanna know, so I can stage this That way, you can win against me once Otherwise, you'll just look like a dunce Don't forget who the f** I am And remember MY MOTHERfu*kING NAME So that way you know, next time you go,talk sh** about me You'll remember I'll go crazy And maybe I might reach stage 3 Of my f**ing anger And make you k** yourself Cause you can't handle my answers So by now you should know, talk crap and I'll go Ape-sh** on you you f**ing ho I don't think you can withstand much more...