Round 1: Bender
This ain't no challenge to Fredo Algebra
What, y'all didn't remember
He's been taking heads in school, but sh** I must've skipped that semester
But I've been taking notes since days ago, managed to stitch them together
So now, Algebra's getting chucked out here comes the physics Professor
You fat-headed f**!
This here's your valediction
I'm bout my business like Saudi prisons
Fre' I'm out of your zone
You can't mimic the sound or counterfeit it with a thousand digit algorithm!
Brainstorm till a lake form I'm taking Fredo out on that boat!
I came down from Mount. Olympus, y'all couldn't reach the base-camp
You powder sniffing a pound a minute pal for thinking that the blades match
How you living? I'm just trying to tell them where my brains at
Brace your back, I break a BAT in half without a Bane mask!
I heard you beast in cyphers
Sharper off the top than a peaky blinder
But I think they going overboard with the gas like a deep-sea diver
Plus your girl said when you be inside her?
It's like a mosquito biting
So if I get her wet she'll give me a little head like the Zika Virus
Get it through that watermelon, I was brought here to sacrifice it
You gone feel this pain a lifetime long like a crash survivor
Or like you poor mother, from when that noggin was trapped inside her
And she opted for naturals chop her without rhinoceros tranquilliser
I mean sh**, your my favourite opponent
I loved you in Bog's adventure I'ma savour this moment
Big boneded b**h looking like Raven-Symoné
f** taking that dome for the trophy case I may just go bowling
I'm an eighties story heartless salivating force of darkness
You a baby born, to pray upon I came to organ harvest
You're basic, boring, harmless
What y'all pay him for? He garbage
Old Nintendo cartridge chip, you blew the game before it started
My sh**'s more beautifully imagined than you can even phantom
After doing a sheet of acid on the moon with Peter Frampton
But Fredo in the ring with me? Now you can see what happens
In a brutal reenactment of when Zeus released the Kraken
You ain't no Ruff Rider, son lighter than Budweiser
Go the f** home and eat gun fire like Budd Dwyre
Have to research that sh**
Round 1: Fredo
What up Bunker? What's good? Make some noise
I heard King Of The Dot's bringing me twat
Hold up, ain't you the ex King Of The Dot?
Didn't you lose that sh** to Sketch Menace and ever since then you ain't done diddly-squat?
And you supposed to be the one given the shot?
That's cool
My foundation brolic, I punch differently aw
This combination? Solid, you get hit with a lot
Watch as I come fourth with the gift of my thoughts
Rap grammer, bad Santa; They say I ain't got no presence, that's okay
I'm just gone give him the box
Ain't no X-Men ever or best Avenger could ever help you so you best surrender
In retrospect, you are unable to recollect the measure of the Fresh Coast veteran bringing d**h to all your predecessors
The Fed Detectors gone have to etch-a-sketch y'
{clicks fingers} ... The Fed Detectors gone have to etch-a-sketch y'
And right when I start forgetting my bars
I'ma grab an electric guitar and f**ing fender Bender
You f**ing with the monsterous Algebra
Spotted you with binoculars attached to rockets of plasma
[?] launch him to Ottawa, Canada
I'm chopping your harmless cadabra to pieces, then feed you to a shark pit parameter
I'm a Ryder like Wineona, I got caught with the game tucked in my armpit on camera
Yo it's D Mighty, Fre depo 3.0 grinding, rhyming, styling like I got PH and Caddy Ron standing beside me
I might be, the one to give your b**h a chair leg erection
If you dare aim a weapon, it's your soul going up like Airplane of Zeppelin
This ain't no fair game, you stepping in a rare take with legend
This ain't no air play of Zeppelin, but if you look, that hook will be your Stairway to Heaven
For you that's the Highway to Hell
My eyes red lit like the Night Train at 12
Try aim and fail, Ice Age and hell
Leave you a corps, cold feet do you ice skate as well?
I'm chiefing pot, till I'm wheezing, ain't no need to talk
I'ma give Bender the Little Caesars pizza box
Meaning I do him greasy till his breathing stops
f*ggot researched my battles last weekend and started beating off
Muda Gang, Ground Sick, cold word? Febreze's watch
That mean I clean his clock!
Time, b**h
Round 2: Bender
I'ma let him have this ether
I don't care if he a sweet kid who never had a beeper
Or he's so blooded out he got hemorrhagic fever
I don't care if he the nicest man who came from your city
I don't care if he nice with the hands like Ray McKigney
I've been two-fisting blue ribbons
Sending my new victim,I split his wig like a beatician
Musician with screws missing
f** his round, I''ll two-zip him
June sixth, I'm at doomsday; I move different
I'm old school like Luke Wilsonin food [?]
You a thirty something year old new jack; that's a huge difference
You're remarkably obnoxious
Tell this bootlicker here, I'm an artist on that block sh**; Cubism
If he put me in a box it'll be in a booth spitting for a rack and a half per 16 on his new mixes