Crank Lucas - Drake vs. Eminem - What the Battle Would Sound Like lyrics

PART ONE: "DRAKE" [Intro: Crank Lucas as Drake] Oh man Oh man oh man Not agai', not agai' Ungh! I didn't wanna do it but they comin' for me I'm glad you stepped up 'cos Joey wa'n't important to me [Verse 1: Crank Lucas as Drake] I'm a bet you 50 Disses come recordin' for me I might put you on the bench, Robert Horry homie Whooaaa! You don't wanna make Drake crazy I might have to take Hailie on a vaca-lie It's funny I got rappers actin' just like children When I'm the one they said was always in his feelin's I guess I see it clearer it was all a trap And I don't slaughter houses, I slaughter tracks Ya home state got sewage in they faucet taps I'm about to donate some water WHERE YOUR BOTTLES AT?!? Champagne poppin' in this b**h, boy Got my n***a gunn' in this b**h, boy Ima have to use the feud as city bait Ima drop the next diss on a Weezy tape You don't wanna come for me, Ima fire ya I'm about to drop a song with Mariah You gonna have to battle Nick before me You could be the next contestant on that Wild'N Out screen oh! All your old fans became Drizzy fans Now everybody wanna be Drizzy mans I'm runnin' sh** so it pays to be friends with him Ask Meek Mill, I already k**ed an Eminem [Outro: Crank Lucas as Drake] Marshall watcha doin'? Marshall watcha doin? I didn't wanna do it but they comin' for me I'm glad you stepped up cause Joey wa'n't important to me PART TWO: "EMINEM" I got to Toronto and cash this lame At a Raptor's Game Bash his brains with a plastic cane and cut this ba*tard's veins f** a gaseous sprain I'm givin' him ma**ive pain Until this half a stain'll wish he never rapped with Wayne (haha!) I feel like a Rap God (Why?) cause I been a "piller" You're the worst female rapper out No man can feel ya Your verse is full of sentence fillers I was sent to k** ya Remind me who I'm battlin'? Drake or Quentin Miller? You're so emotional, I made a threat you took it deeply I can end your whole career and make it look so easy Have you scared, all shook and queasy Bein' Wheelchair Jimmy Is the reason you got a push from Weezy! All you rap about is failed relationships Materialism, your position And those who were sleepin' on you Cryin over ex-girlfriends that was creepin' on you You still ain't explained that guy who was peein' on you You're a Backstreet Boy I'll slap you with an open hand You wanna be just like me (Why?) You're a token Stan Don't get it confused if you heard me say Aubrey was dope Then it means I'm a smoke this Gra'am All your albums sound like suicide notes And Views is the final one Where you would fly over the edge of the ledge And make a splash of yourself So since you wanna die so bad I'd be happy to help Aubrey's goin' down And Joey tried to warn you I don't know why you're hurt You rap like someone scorned you You're so emotional And all your songs are b**h made And I don't need no shots I'll k** you with my switchblade