Grind Time Now - T. Riley vs Carter Deems lyrics

[Round 1: Carter Deems] It's been a fact that I'm Mad Max, a nerd who cracks spleens Interact with pack rats and emerge from trash clean You're gonna pull up and blast Deems? Tools busting, gats screams Who's tough? You s**, it's a battle, relax, jeez Cause your rotten raps are forgotten fast like naps and past dreams I'm an awesome cat with a lot of cla**, turtle neck and black jeans You gonna get past Deems? I'm underground like Ninja Turtles and Rat King I'm about to go H.A.M....and I don't even know what that means The facts seem that these comparisons differ Cause you're face looks like a very embarra**ing picture Those rhymes you spit shouldn't be shared with your sister Yet you drove cross country with that trash like American pickers Listen mister, you're borderline boring rhymes are more foreign to my important mind than imported wine So expect hate and not lots of love when you bring those corny lines You'll get decked in the face with a boxing glove...made from a porcupine Like 40 times, Carter can rock a farmers [?], still bring bizarre thoughts far harder than the bar exam I'm far from bland, keep it steady like an archers hand Aim the scope at yourself, like Peter Parker's cam' But don't pull the trigger I wanna harm this man Not with my arms or hands, it's still a beat down I'm on beat now I'll make your whole heart expand Cause if this was an actual battle this dude could hardly stand I pick the mic up and rock it/Rocket, son/Sun, I'm a Charles Barkley fan [Round 2: Carter Deems] Not so fast Roscoe Dash We know you have "I shop at Costco cash" We know you work at Telco Mac cause when the shells drop it'll be beef, you need to stop that trash You need to pop that gat, not violent, my rhymes still nasty You have a heart made of gold, his guns shoot "happiness" Attacking this, I'll pa** past pacifist, chop trash bag radishes Leave more pain than a black mask masochist My rap attack's miraculous you rag tag Fabolous Mind mechanical, I'm an animal, same swag as a bad a** platypus I'm a back pack activist, my rap pack's ravenous We're all smart, make your fall start like NASDAQ's catalyst Blasphemous, say I don't pack a punch, sit back and learn I'll let Bash bash your face until your eye patch is earned Let the factors firm, uhh, he backtracks with terms I bring straight bars, my words can relax a perm I'll crack the Earth, interact with rats and worms I'm beyond sick, I Facebook chat with germs I'll let a pack of pachyderms attack his hat when his back is turned Tell his mom nice things so she'll act concerned Match his burn when I crack this nerd You high on a bag of herb? I'm gone on a 12 pack of Surge I'm gone with a wolf pack and herd And various beasts with the scariest teeth that rip through the most pa**ive birds You buzzard [Round 3: Carter Deems] Excuse me sir Pardon me, my name is Carter Deems I bring bizarre bars more gnarly than Bob Marley's dreams Your bars are hardly hard enough to spar with teens So this third round I'm winging it like when Paul McCartney sings I'm a fire flame spitter, I'll turn the Arctic rings to an arson scene I'm forced to fire marshal to march to the marsh just to guard the trees Then I'll steal Richard's cranium sip particle beams, stop harming this dweeb And book him a vacation to the place where barticles breed Just kidding I won't take a swipe at this geek he's from the most violent streets Please you get on my nerves like my mom Myelin sheath Your timing is weak my rhyming is deep like Vicodin sleep My bars are far sharper than Leviathan teeth Let the violins speak I'll start punching munchkins and prove Tyson is weak You pull out the toaster I'll start fighting the heat Pull out the Falcons I'll start biting the beast I don't care if I'm [?] I'll start climbing the peeks Cause I'm nice at the least, this is not a joke I don't rap lightly So for acting slick, you sit, I got this down Pat, Riley It's time I start attacking this clown I didn't forget my bars I only wrote half a round So I guess I'll just stare awkwardly into the camera now Alright, enough of that, your career is through, I'll damage your crew Besides, in this battle I already got more "mmmms" than you That was weird, does that line deserve a pause? Applause, I'm down for the cause of having Syd mollywop your jaw Until your brains on the wall Listen T. Riley, you deserve three smileys Every time my name is spoken around here they think highly I don't have to be high see, I can sip Hi-C and Capri Sun while you wear your mom's shirts and capris, son He's done