Don't Flop - Mr 13 vs Caustic lyrics

[Round 1: Caustic] I said I know I got some fans in here right? And just as many haters And I got some sh** to address from last time I was here But we'll get into that later First thing first right? When I think back on all the illustrious opponents that I've faced This is the first time I've been disgusted by my opponents f**ing face I don't know what to say He ain't got nothing to expose He ain't f**ing any hoes, he ain't putting nothing up his nose He ain't running up on foes getting f**ed up at his shows I mean, the sad part is, you ain't even saying nothing dope So don't be fooled just cause he showed up with everyone he f**ing knows The only thing unique about you is the structure of your bones And that hideous space in the middle of your face where nothing f**ing grows I don't know nothing about you I tried to Google the guy and Google was like, "Did you mean 'Googilee eyes'?" If we had a nuclear fallout right now, you would survive You look like the f**ing Cookie Monster when he's cookie deprived I mean, I don't wanna do a whole round of you look like sh** But...you look like sh** Plus you're always trying to pa** off your little horrorcore raps as some murderous art It's like every time you start rehearsing your bars your eyeballs get a little further apart I mean I swear to God, that eye must sneak off in the middle of the night And goes and busts this criminal bullsh** that you write Oh sh** that's right There's something that I forgot to mention that's important I don't know if you're aware of this but...there's a giant f**ing M on your forehead I mean, you should probably have that checked I mean, you need a haircut By Any Means Necessary, you Malcolm X Looks like you walked into the barbershop asking for a falcon's crest I mean I now you're Mr 13 and everything But don't you think it's a tad obsessed That your haircut's shaped like the thirteenth letter of the alphabet? I mean, that's widow's peak is sadder than hearing actual widow's speak I can see that sh** in plain view from my economy cla** window seat I mean this little geek, keep rapping like he's rolling with the nine out I'm honestly more scared about your hair dawg, you might poke somebody's eyes out I mean it's easy to see that 13 has some genetic defects That kinda look like Peter Jackson's special effects I bet 25 years ago your parents would never have guessed That your mom was getting an F on her f**ing pregnancy test I'm a man on fire, a motherf**er on a mission You ain't got 20/20 vision, your eyes are separated by like 20 dozen inches I mean, making eye contact with you must be f**ing uncomfortable for b**hes Cause that eye's so f**ing lazy it should get government a**istance [Round 2: Caustic] You keep dropping all this tough guy sh**, like you really on some cool sh** You keep coughing during your rounds, probably cause you're allergic to your own bullsh** People ask me where I've been, let me tell you how I'm living fam' Been in Japan feeling saucy call me Kikkoman Clip in hand, ready to rob I got a simple plan Click til I see heart like Instagram Home invasion sh** b**h, I'll pistol whip your gram's You think you dope? I'll stick a blade in him like some thin Saran Kick open your door ready to let the pistol blam If I see bricks your brains cover The Wall like a Pink Floyd tribute band I said that's why I don't rock with ya Cause you a f**ing fraud Mr I'll get your b**h pregnant, jerk off on your mom's picture See the left hand have him leaning like shots of hard liquor The right hand put 13 above the ground like it's a f**ing bar mitzvah I said these are bars Mr You don't know real war Call me superstitious, 13 goes missing like hotel floors I said your life span's short but my rhymes are time I said my fo' five loud but my nine is silenced You just a p**y popping off about a life of violence I'm a Wrecking Ball, like yo' a** flat like Miley Cyrus So I don't know why this guy is talking like him and Jeff won't get the same coffin That's when I turn up to the funeral, then I f**ing leg drop him The goons sent to where you live for constantly name dropping You're found dead in your crib like the baby from Trainspotting So f** all the lame talking You keep looking at me with that crooked eye One hook and I leave your face blacker than Crooked I Don't even want to look at guy Your face trolling like Deffinition Bullets hit your chest, rip 'em up like multiple repetitions That's why I keep that Glock on my side b**h, it never misses No, I said my Glock is my side b**h that's why it's never missus I said you ain't never gonna win this So why bother 13? The way you do my f**ing style, feel like I fathered 13 Try to get up in my space, like Apollo 13 And sh**'ll get Rocky when I f**ing Apollo, 13 [Round 3: Caustic] I said is anybody actually really that sad that we're never gonna see another battle from Thirt' again? Quit going on about it like he's Alex f**ing Ferguson I mean, Mr 13 retires on his thirteenth battle Gotta be f**ing kidding dawg That sh** was f**ing Tweet worthy at best, we didn't need a f**ing thirteen minute blog I mean, we off of that, roger that Robbing wack rappers in stocking caps Nobody give a f** if you retire cause your bars are wack That's why Caustic's back To make your b**h swallow my j**els like the dog from Snatch I said you see me in this b**h, honestly Thirt' I don't give a flying f** if you cheat on your b**h You might as well go home, sit in the tub and bleed from the wrist Cause after this battle, you won't even exist Leave your f**ing body in the woods, see if you get 3G in the sticks b**h That's right, come back to finish the sh** I started I only came back a year later to beat Price's infant kid retarded And make sure he never sees the inside of a kindergarten Y'all looking at me like I'm the worst guy ever If I was Jeff I would've aborted the f**ing thing in the third trimester I only came back to the UK to remind 'em why I'm the life ender If he didn't want to get exposed, he should probably cheat on his wife better And if Soul comes to the rescue, throws a punch like a c*nt If you wanted to help Jeff, fix his wife a salad and shut the f** up I mean, f** this f*ggot Soul, dude has no shame Throws a punch and dances to the crowd like Soul Train I say, he don't give a f** about Jeff, just out for more fame Next time he needs some attention Jed, try to get it with your name Look in the man's face, you can tell I'm a murderer Soul worse with the hands than the Mandela interpreter I mean, it ain't nothing to take a punch like, "that's all you got?" But honestly kid, you lucky a couple bars is all you got f** this sh**, I'm back in this b**h This is what you get for testing me You looking at me right now, and on freestyle I say you look half orc, half leprosy Y'all been writing bars? I've been making memories This is what I do to f*ggots like you, turn them into Youtube celebrities A legacy that ends with me being everything you'll never be Don't ever think you're besting me on Don't Flop or any scene My pen extreme, severing wedding rings and pregnancies I behead MC's, my machete be smelling like Jeffy P's gelling cream So be proud you're standing next to me You should bow and pay respects to me Any man that mentions me should have to pay collections fees Me and these f**ing battle bars go together like Cherry Coke and Hennessy So f** your retirement b**h, this is my Hall Of Fame acceptance speech