Ashtin Larold - Ashtin Larold v KoppSoSick lyrics

[Verse 1: Ashtin] Listen, I go by Ashtin Larold, let's prove this sh** is a joke to me Now when I asked you to battle, you should've just said no to me You said you've only lost once, was that supposed to scare me? b**h, my record is f**ing flawless, just go ask the other Jeremy This f*ggot had a bike helmet on in his Twitter pics, on his skateboard doing simple tricks b**h you don't know what hip hop is You little-dick brittle sh**, I can riddle and spit a Limerick six times as ill as KoppSoSick This ain't Grind Time, this ain't URL, this ain't King of the Dot This is BBI, b**h, and I'm the king of the spot I'll diminish any sk**s this kid thinks that he's got And prove once and for all I am sicker than Kopp This kid is seriously a f**ing joke You don't puff or smoke, you stay home reading Tumblr quotes Rubbing your disgusting chode and wishing you were ChuckSoDope You are dreaming if you think that you can win this Wake up, that baby-a** face looks like you're always wearing makeup If you weren't already fat, I'd tell you to get your weight up Holy f**, call the paparazzi, Queen Latifah got a shapeup You look like an extra-tubby teletubby You are young-as-f** looking and you're chunky You ain't even gotta smoke weed to get the munchies Hold up, hold up, eat a Snickers, b**h, you're a diva when you're hungry I bet I know all of your punchlines, and that sh**'s weak Cough syrup, my lungs, my dad, my acne, b**h please You wanna talk real sh**? Really? Six months, my dad ditched me I've been mentally unstable since I was 15 That's real sh**, guys, I've got nothing to hide I've been real close to suicide about four or five times Now man the f** up, look me in the eyes Joke about that, you can't stomp my pride [Verse 2: Kopp] See, I hate to break it to you but you cannot rap, man Now everyone's votes, I got them, Batman It's KoppSoSick, an introduction I need no Say you're beating me, though You've got a better chance your sister making a pep rally free throw Now you were on Twitter thinking I was scared of him He's a hard rapper that overdosed on Claritin I'll destroy you, bring you down to your knees So down, miss your mark, uh, can I have Alex Kopp please? Everybody told me watch out for the goon smacker Cos I'm a new rapper that's gonna make you fall like a 9/11 newscaster So watch out for what, I said who? Casper? You swore you had this rap sh** down like you master See, if you cannot tell, I will make your girl like black girls like what Derryl did to Michelle See, cos I'm taking you to the pool, cla** is in session Kopp k**ed Jeremy, that's one of the high school confessions I'm about to blow like I'm radioactive, quick! Somebody get him some Proactiv See, you're okay with lyrics but you lack with your delivery I know you hate your dad so I don't wanna upset him Cos he left when you were six months so your mum asked me to step in See, cos he thinks he's real hard whenever he starts hurting me But I'm free, if he says he's gonna murder me Cos I'm coming out of nowhere, most of y'all have never heard of me Cos I'll turn this place into a nuke town quick, only verbally This championship I might take, cos you steady getting benched like Matt Arthur's highlight tape See, my bars get any sicker I might hurl I'll make you shut down like Mike Johnson when he talks to white girls This is gonna get so bad, they're gonna want me to stop it Watch me give your mum rounds, kinda like your pop did [Verse 3: Ashtin] This is a rap battle, not a Twitter fight You're a chubby f** that sits and writes, recording on your sh**ty mic Your voice sounds like a little dike, you clearly ate too many little bites We're two completely different types, my bars are always really tight You sound like you are really white But this f*ggot thought cos I was white that this would be an easy win Well let me key you in on a little secret, b**h, this ain't Leave It To Beaver, kid And I can beat this piece of sh** who beats his dick to penis pics 'til Jesus sees and says I'm being way too mean to him Listen, you're white, you probably sit in little cars listening to Linkin Park You saw The Notebook twenty times and said "awh that broke my little heart" I saw him shopping with his mum and he was sitting in the cart You look like a tanned gummy bear, how the f** do you think you're hard? I knew from the very beginning that this f*ggot was all talk Put some ba** in your voice, pipsqueak, or wait 'til your balls drop You're small, Kopp, I can keep going 'til you're saying "awh stop" Call this f*ggot Paul Blart cos I'm about to maul Kopp Why do they call you Kopp? You should change your name You don't Kopp green, you don't Kopp head, you don't got respect, you don't got cred You'll never find a b**h in Kopp's bed You don't got balls, you don't got bread So just change your name and drop dead You are softer than a couple of feathers that have been bundled together Kopp's not that sick, he's just feeling a little under the weather You can't win, you are neither funny or clever You look like a 12-year-old nutty professor who just gets [?] This guy's not a rapper, everything he spits is trash If this guy's a rapper, so is Mr McGrath [Verse 4: Kopp] So if you grinding me up, I guess we'll just pretend I'ma make you choke, gasping for air like your lungs collapsed again See, we're spitting bars out here, I don't know why y'all are hating for Cos I got my boy Chuck with me, we're ready to ride like skateboard I say, cos if he start going, ain't nobody gonna stop him Cos you a straight cheat like your name's Alex [?] Cos after I rip through you, they're gonna want to know who's next The way I'm violent with these white people they'll call me Malcolm X Cos he came in, he said "oh, it's hate time" I'll whoop this whiteboy, you'll think it's a hate crime So you came with some prewritten and so did I and we rapped it I bully white n***as, it's why I got thrown out of Camden Catholic I say so dope and so sick, this is my team I'll get you thrown out of this school like your name was Kyle Green This f*ggot thinks that I'm scared of him, I'm with my boy Jay Donald's all American, wait, hold up, I say, wait, I say Cos we just battle, I don't know why the cops came, we didn't mean to fight Where's Maddie [?] we're hitting a home run with Grace tonight And any feelings you caught, just go ahead and let go Cos tonight, I need six people, we're running a train on Grace, like the Metro