[First Round:Bender]
Now he gon' say I'm fat, drunk, washed up and old - probably
Well, same tired angles, let's see if those jokes bother me
I got a Jonestown Ma**acre effect you don't wanna see
Cause one deadly punch could put an end to your whole following
Now we could turn the stopwatch off or we could do limits
60 seconds to book his funeral plan, with his suit fitted
Dig his grave with a 90 second round, you give me a 2 minute
I'll quarry the stone to build the mausoleum and put his tomb in it
So either you're glue sniffing or you come to get work
A Scottish sheppard from the highlands, that's what I deserve?
You think you're on my level? Please, f** what you heard
I'll send you back to your sheep farm so you can f** what you herd
He not a threat to me on a stage or the ring
Jed, go watch Macbeth if you wanna play with a king
You shadow boxing with a sun god, you can't compete
REDRUM - I can write this murder backwards in my sleep
I got a grade A hottie with a playmate body
Your girl's like 4'7", still in grade 8 probably
I should put rings to his grill like the AA Audi
And stomp soul with the soal of a (?)
You cautious or nervous? I blur the line between the dirty side
And the polished till perfect, certified, not the Hollywood version
The current climate is awfully denourished
But you're the type that I wanna have words with
Cause Soul, it's like all of your verses
Refer to Zions and the protestant church
You're purely trying to drop som obscureness;
The Führer's rise and the blunder of Europe
In '39, that was laundered through Zürich
The Merkers mine of the German Reich, the workers mine
And the communist purges, the sure decline
And the fall of the cuirtain that turned the tides
I thought when I heard it: "Jesus f**ing Christ!
He's even worse than I am with all of that nerd sh**!"
Your girl's from Toronto, tonight's gonna be a Cancun summer
He gon' slide in like a hot night with (?) bu*ter
So I'mma climb in through the tele window as you f** her
Just to tell her I got discounts on acupuncture
Don't worry I'm not gonna leak all of your business
Same reason I don't f** with peach schnapps, those cheap shots are for b**hes
I came here for 2 things: To black the f** out and ruin that title match
So stick around if the EMT's have time to bring revitals back, one!
[Round 2: Bender]
I didn't come here to be insulted ... so far I'm not, so God bless
I thought you were a monster out there, I should've got him to lock Ness
With your nervous laughter giggling at your own jokes, it's pathetic
You have that laugh in, it's not a sitcom, cause you're worried no one'll get it
Soul been obsessed with writing this match - I been sitting round, eating cerial
Figured I could show up with Loe's or Osa's B material
I said so low - got any bars for Soul oh?
Forget it I'll handle this solo, it's gonna be Bender 3, Soul O
When I burry Souls soul so low God won't be able to reach his soul, oh
I'm on some Olive Garden sh** - I'll put a knife in his bread basket
You look like your mother had you doing ice before Sex Packets
I toss a half gram to your junkie family; watch those meth addicts
Get savage, fighting over 5 Points like the Dead Rabbits
Jed clamped it ... (come on)
You're getting schooled overseas, that's a student exchange
I'm dope as the garbage you shoot in your veins
Truly a shame how you ruined your face
Every tooth in decay like the US of A
Cause you've been awake just abusing that H
[incoherent] ... like a Peruvian flake
So you look the same as some human remains
They exhumed from a grave after 200 days
No food on your plate, you bean starving, funny you don't eat hardly
But still manage to brush your teeth 3 times a day - with a green sharpie
Makes me wanna bottle Soul with a dose of (?) till he go to sleep
And put Soul in the tub with a lime like a Mexican beach party
You feeling froggy? You beating army's like a neo-nazi leader
Reading calmly to his following about the Peoples Army
Of Vietnam while preaching Marx and Leon Trotsky - you won't see that probably
You got Steven Hawkings chance of even leaving walking
In fact don't even stand by me - the kid's trying to see a body
You light a blunt? It's getting snatched out your mittens
You're piping up, you're getting slapped with the quickness
Till you ask of forgiveness like an act of contrition
I just ash on your face like a catholic tradition ...
[Round 3: Bender]
(Did that happen? ;)
Now this is where it gets weird
You can adopt my style all you want, but I be damned if you steal my neck beard
It's funny you're thinking sh**'s all good
I'm trying to to wipe Seoul off the map, I'm on that Kim Jung Un
He got his name to compensate, for what apparently he lacks
See a soul's something an artist should have inherently attached
If it was natural, there'd be no reason for it
And we wouldn't need Soul to spell it out like a Quigi board
See I would have put you under the wing like a fuel exhaust by the fuselage
But you just crossed the Rubicon, there ain't no moving back
I'ma have you loosing fans - Sonny Chiba, snatch your eye out
Check your sight; after this, I'm cutting your views in half
You the champ of Don't Flop? You wouldn't beat Tony D, who gives a sh**
The belt should be something that you earn, it's not a gift you get
It's like if Pat said "I'm done with the chain, I'm not interested"
Okay up next for the title, we got (?) vs. Mischief
Hold it down, it's gonna be 3 rounds unlimited
So speak that trash, son - it's about to be a fast lunch
I can see your fan club had you believing that buzz
You got handed this match? That's some really bad luck
After being ga**ed up like a Vietnam monk
He knows his presence is sh**
He never known for spitting basic, though he don't depend on his wits
Or ever flow with a switched up cadence
He knows his penmanships it, so he focus scribbling pages
Funny I bring out the best in him just to expose his limitations
Your fam upset, taking this match was hella dumb so
Your mom Linda, tripping on the line like "tell your son, though!
My network spanning overseas like Telemundo
One phone call could f** up Soul career like El Producto
Gordy Berry - I'm exploiting Soul for the guap
Ghostbuster proton beam, put Soul in a box
We're still doing those box lines, right?
Solar don't stop, the splash hit him like a baptism, Soul getting washed
So after this footage of you and I drops
They gonna have have the champ here on suicide watch
Let the king of all Scotts (?) off one shot
When he tastes the smoke from the barrel, that's not a single malt scotch, 3!