Clabtrap - Prometheus vs AxTekk lyrics

[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