Fats - Fats vs Eye-Cue lyrics

[Verse 1: Eye-Cue] Sam smith ain't sh** but an ogre looking sloth Got parachutes for ears prolly catch air when E wak I bring words to life you're an animation buffoon Like the jolly green giant a colorful cartoon f** Fat beats, such a f**ing mutt halfbreed Pony tailed wa*ker look like an obese drag queen His Nose so big they call him tucan sam Slanging fruit loops to kiddies out his rape van Sam like a cow with down syndrome on some oxy It must be that piercing? I bet he snorted up a co*kring? This battle gone commercial ya getting he's exposed Like messing with Sasquatch sh**ting on his fur coat So f** yo sammitty sam I'm going to keep on blastin I'm as looney as they come i got five on his casket The battle barely started its already a closed book This British born rappers toe tag is reading SHOOK [Verse 2: Fats] Yeah, I'm ma**ive and I'm ugly And I'll squash you with my Big Foot I ain't shook You got that f**in' Mr. Rogers look Half a monkey's IQ Claimin' to be a genius But evidently that's a lie Just like your f**in' genus is You're more or less the same mental age as your kids Never thought I'd win a battle rap with Peter Griffin You're fatter than my name Titties causin' you back pain Havin' a kid doesn't automatically mean that you're not gay Let me make this point and drive it into your retarded brain You oughtta learn to spell if you wanna play at this rappin' game Dude's weak, couldn't punch out of a paper bag Old-a** man, still tryna rock a snapback Everyone around here would agree upon the same thing You're like a sh**ty version of your pal Nick Sanville This fossil is faded like he's on rinse and repeat Now watch this brain-damaged bovine bull-rush him to defeat [Verse 3: Eye-Cue] You couldn't defeat me in battle/ if I was new born fetus Let a lone now/ that I'm a fat middle aged genius Epic fail with your Peter Griffin line Names Stan American dad /a**a**inate your family guy And technically I'm better than that dude EQ I make all his beats/ an ghost write his battles too You claiming I can't spell/ like some grammar nazi tool Better believe you can't spell unique with out Eye-Cue You said it yourself your a** ma**ive and ugly You should tour as the bearded lady prolly make good money Yeah I'm old school rock a mother f**ing snapback Its better then be Sam rocking a colostomy bag I've never been weak/ I'll punch these bars thur your teeth Spit that heat when I speak/Its what they call raw technique So keep punchin in your verses while my breathing remains beastly Rappings not for everyone/its just something I do easy [Verse 4: Fats] So you're old school, eh? Been doin' this a long time? I been spittin' for a year and a half But I stab with dagger rhymes Where is your diversity? Hurtin' me with your tinny vocals Beggin' all your Facebook fans for votes because you're less than hopeful Your total decimation is imminent Sorry for the use of big words You f**in' idiot Reckon this is natural? Well I got some bad news Your flow is so stilted it's like a cheese board, dude You wanna be hip hop SO bad That's why you're jealous Oh, hey Jeff, I'm lovin' your ridiculous baggy sweaters I better endeavor to bang on the booth door Just so you can't record And save the world from havin' to hear you jiggle your vocal cords "Do as I say, not as I do" So that little Jeff Jr. don't make the same mistakes as Eye-Cue I don't even care if I win this or not I'm just showcasin' the fact that I'm better than this co*k