Madflex - Madflex vs E. Farrell lyrics

[Round 1: E. Farrell] I said yo Apologies to all my fans who been expecting a hit I had some real life issues come up to be dealt with a bit Then I dropped twenty pounds, to pretend I was sick Asked for Mook, and hoped no one would remember this sh** This gon' be different, Flex, I hope you warned your team A sad look, and I put that on everything; that's the Jordan meme I came out west to say some sh** that's sort of mean So you gon' get k**ed at home by a dickhead, like that Clockwork Orange scene See, I already love this city, more than facts My bro Daylyt showed me all the best spots to get restraining orders at I said, “It's cool, you ain't gon' do me no harm A ‘roid rage the only time you'll see a mad flex shooting them arms." But f** the jokes Just keep a distance when we rapping Cause I paid some cholos off that'll split you into fractions Think ticket sales, cause if you f** wit me, this a k**ing Give me limited space, and you gon' get a buck fifty in the building They like, “E, that's how you punchin'? It's too soon.” True This sh** I bottles up's a trip, like huffing on poop fumes Plus a bar from MadFlex that's more than nice is sort of like an orange slice (Why's that?) You getting it once in a Blue Moon I give a f** what this douche bag fool packages Your crew's f*ggots, a fruit salad, it's too saddening And if your dudes acting true savages I'll Facebook spam you a few battles and Have you scared to remove tags like new mattresses Look, it don't matter if y'all with the sh** Flex brought As far as a Fresh Coast fit, you're equivalent to wet socks You probably spent this week sitting at your desktop Trying to get hype while giving yourself pep talks and listening to Plex Rock Meanwhile, I been whipping up a fresh pot The way I'll son you's different; I ain't kidding, I'm your step-pops Like midgets serving top shelf liquor how you'll get stopped Cause the bar's been set so high that you can't even hit me with your best shot So, I don't want to hear no sh** that end with “Eazy-E” You got to go crazy; thinking out your right mind's your only chance of seeing me And yo, that sh** was f**ing nice I'm breaking down your thought process Cause the right side of your brain's what makes a vision come to life And you could Ask Jeeves if you ain't ever known The sh** I bring smarter,King Arthur: if you got a point to set in stone Get taken out, I'm nicer wit the quotes It ain't an issue to get Mad shelved when everything he's writing is a joke I could've said “magazines”, like clips that jam Since I'm known to pop punks but got a Simple Plan To have you looking stupid over nothing/nutting quicker than a minute man You just gon' stand there and give me the win (wind), cause you my biggest fan Yo, round one, we ain't gotta discuss it I swear that was my lightest sh** Well, actually, it probably wasn't [Round 1: Madflex] Shouts to the vets ducking that battle with Flex Real Deal said financially it has to make sense But he might shut that sh** down in your cla** if you're ten I know, you making big moves, Trevor; we won't ask you again Hey, f** him I picked a writer that I had to respect And brought him out to the West That's not true. I have to confess: I came to see if a virgin could have a dad bod, and the answer is yes The man ain't a threat Like I'd have a hot battle with a dude who'd eat a condom full of h**n, and then not travel Look at you You still booking through false bravado and I wasn't asking Avo' to talk to Hollow But every time I hit up G's it was followed by silence, it was not staccato They don't get it Weak today, hot tomorrow Most of what I spit go over heads, I'm Triple H with that water bottle, so try to follow But we building a cla**ic like... Nah, f** that, you sound better when you absent Get cracked and do the math, then flush it down the toilet It's no portable The Saurus girl, I came to put this whole card on the canvas Boy, you ‘bout to get your a** kicked Get ravaged; one jab clip Turn him around quicker than walking by a bad chick You don't have sh** Nah, f** you; you see low green (Cee-Lo Green) He'll catch the first 48 from my last three 16's Add it up, you wack as f** You need to give me more space than some JNCO jeans You ain't been k**ing sh** like I've been Women's bathroom, go ahead and freshen up, f** how hot the line is Tread light, and get a grip though; you been out of alignment I follow E.F with that G check, I ain't alphabetizing This is second nature You always got some mark down watch like a jealous neighbor But the cliche suits you, that's the yellow ranger Don't get in danger Keep pitching these b**hes that less is greater And watch him hit the floor so many times, now you an a**hole on an elevator And I wrote that before Money Bagz; he no showed, to Hell with haters I still miss Caddy Show up like Will Smith cabbie Eyeball that Fresh plate, everyone in yo' home smell you later I'm nice Thank you I need that rack, ‘cause, that's your cue to break out Cause you ain't solid enough for stripes f** your life, I struck the light under the butane for him Veruca Salt round, dude can fall down with these goose eggs on him You ain't near my level, pipe down, but you ain't warping No arrogant talk back, from the best Eric in Talkback Ah, Farrell(feral) That's a starved cat. Man, you ain't Foreman If these words hit a nerve, it ain't a toothache forming This is not a drill, lets get back to the root. Wait for it Dolla dolla bill: I'm back building with my face forward Cause a dollar bill got a building on the back and a face forward You like that? The lesson of the day going, don't show up to the game if you ain't scoring Man, I keep hearing E pushing keys I mean, maybe, do you play organ? Like, what, you got “haymakers for neighsayers”? If you train horses You pay for it, I corpse him with a Liu Kang horse kick f** around and it won't matter if the shoe game horrid I boot his lip, the 12 wings turn to the Flu Game Jordans What up, Spice Rack? Nah, me and you, the pay grade ain't the same rate Book club: I just got to make sure we on the same page Cause all your punches hit, but they whip before they nae nae Start bu*ting in, I could start bu*ton him, and save this played game Believe me, uh(bulimia), I put a lot of time into this straight waste I didn't want to work this out in my house But I'd look so f**ed up if I skipped you; this is Leg Day Good luck man, don't get your sh** kicked off of the main page [Round Two: E. Farrell] I took this match up cause you got a fire pen I mean, to me your writing's number one, on a scale of f**ing five to ten They say you like a white Pa**wurdz with the style, when You more like an incorrect pa**word, check your caps lock and try again It's tiring how you cramming your rhymes A flight delay when you write that way, cause sh** ain't landing on time We see you ramble on lines And try n meet today(2-day)'s standard with a rushed delivery like Amazon prime I know your flow's the core of how you open doors But when these leagues got you feeling you under pressure Kinda like the ocean floor You need to punch with conviction, focus more Cause when you choose to speak it's a nudist beach You nowhere(no wear) close to sure(shore) You ain't suited up to play here, I'm better Plus, you did your last three match ups in this format, and that ain't very clever You should learn to change gears whenever Cause the point of going Back to Basics isn't just to f**ing stay here forever That's why you should shut your mouth I got a punch for every Cali match you had, no one gave a f** about So those that ducked you probably got a point Why test Flex(-)ability in this(dis-)location When he proved that he can't get it popping in the joint? And I hope you thought that sh** was soft I wrote a flex ability bar just cause I know how much they piss you off See, disrespect's what I'm ‘bout I once battled Cortez and choked the whole time Just so the footage wouldn't ever come out I'm different See, Flex cool, but I was best left off alone And since this corn rose(rows) to the occasion If he get it twisted here(hair), I'll knot his dome I'll tell him, “Watch how you talking, homes,” Cause dog'll get a two-piece in his mouth Like the sunscreen bottle if he cop a tone(Coppertone) Life's a beach; I'll catch you trying to kick up your feet in sand And pull up in the Jeep wit some big sh** to sweep the land Even if you bring the pigs, I'ma get to meet(meat) with cans, like eating spam Sock a(soccer) b**h and let it kick over green; that's Mia Hamm I know because we seasoned fans, it seems we fam I'll tell you that I need a hand, then have you flying from a hook, you Peter Pan We should at least had planned to put up each a grand Cause I ain't got to post my Don't Flop battles in Talkback to see a band(banned) At this point, k**ing all y'all is too necessary Facts(fax) I'm getting paper for the principle(principal): school secretary Charge a rack for a mixtape feature You should probably take notes from the kid like a fifth grade teacher If anyone who think I'm Stephen Curry getting thirty'd by Flex Is talking crazy out the a**, Eddie Murphy in Shrek Round two, I ain't came for cla**ic I put Brian in a box Like a guy whose name was Brian died and eventually was placed in a casket [Round 2: Madflex] Putting this cub scout on the thug route, was whose decision? Was it you? Come get him I'll wait, I'm used to chilling Like... Any bark, 'n' E. (N.E.) heart break, that's New Edition Your moms mastered the science of f**ed up genes(jeans): that's True Religion Schemes: but I don't buy it, he lose commission Get through the mission I know Bad Dudes; you know Shaq Fu, we moving different Tell Avo this sh** is Roscoe's; I'm through with chicken He spent his life as a proven victim, ya'll knew the symptoms And y'all react to his fake a** punches? f** ya'll, two for flinching I'm too efficient Look, do I choke? No, you get bars 'til you stop: I use submissions I got goons to kick in And, pop, put money under a pillow, you'd think a tooth is missing Boom, hit him Mix the jab-cross with the shoe position 'til that hook follow a tackle, and I ain't tuna fishing I'd supply some good advice if you would listen They just got to add a little paper to cook E(cookie); that's Confucianism At this point, I'm just fooling with him Call up Dot and let that "um Berretta" open up in his house Like, "We ain't worried ‘bout superstition." Eric, I f** with you… Youtube ‘ll get it I f** with you, but you a mild substitute, a euphemism I got charm 'n (Charmin) wipe my a** with fabrications you have written Truth to fiction: Spice Rack, go hold down the herbs But I'm known round the world And you known ‘cause Bangz louder than a comb down with a curl He say he pop Molly? He will throw down with a girl And you can pick up the pieces Tell this chump I want some background funk: we playing Toejam and Earl Look at me, dork The hands come out for a broken man down, it ain't the peace corps You leave, or get hammered in a trunk, now you a tree fort What the f** you want it with me for? When you looking as uncomfortable as you without a keyboard And hella squares on his side like Nike Elite shorts? I got messages for squares, so, grab a Post-it It's just a little light when you snap; that's a glow stick Who you roll with? What? Ya'll break my shell for the cream like crab chowder? That coward couldn't break news if he was Matt Lauer Flex: rap game Jack Bauer No Chilla Jones sh**, like "tear a wrist when Mad counters” It just takes a week to learn what I've done in the past hour Keep the soda Teach him yoga; dog posing flat downward You'd get caught if you got into dirt, that's warning track power Relax There ain't no reason to score this match Just upload the sh** to YouTube with a corpse attached I'm so beyond, I mean, you know me; Obi Wan Cause I can force the hand I'm through with this moving through duplicates, ‘cause this ain't Orphan Black And I ain't holding back without a torture rack A single punch ravage through his body and transform a cat And Ravage a Transformer cat, so when I say transformer: facts But if I spoke like you, it's "fayacts" But when I say transformer, facts Cause first it meets the eye, then you get more than that Motherf**er, now you die, and I'd bet one or two lives That you ride with a bank account balance that f**ing matches your shoe size In summary, Eric, your mama should've got her tubes tied f** you, guy [Round 3: E. Farrell] I got a story that might just make your day (It might not, either.) One time I faced a J, then hit the club to sip some Tanqueray I threw my balls at your bae(bay) like the A's came to play She didn't didn't shut my game down; just covered all bases, that's a rain delay Translation, homie: I got drunk as sh** and f**ed your b**h I'm kidding, I just got drunk as sh** and let her s** my dick She even topped the whole squad off cause she likes the whips we drive Before she left, everyone was blew(Blue): Eifell 65 f** your life That's some sh** I'm hating on Cause to me, son ain't really that bright, out here trying to break a don(of dawn) Its like as a baby, you was dropped by your crazy mom And your head had taken more hits than my favorite bong But you don't smoke pot, that got me really surprised; This whole venue's stoned, bro, even the ceiling is high Real rap, I bet you're prolly mad at weed And think that being a pothead Will surround you with more fruits than f**ing Johnny Appleseed See, getting f**ed up's just something Flex don't need to write raps Pull a joint out, he gon' look at you like Jesus Christ's back Go to spark it, he's like, "Please don't light that,” Then he just might snap and k** the buzz like a Venus flytrap But try that here, I ain't gon' be the one that's laughing; Out of nowhere, I'ma get it shaking with Flex: muscle spasm If I throw a left fist or right at homes, his nose ‘ll break Then he gon' feel right at home with a red bridge like the Golden Gate f** stretching em wit a Ruger I'ma take you to school, and then teach you a lesson like I'm your tutor Like how Avocado booked this and CT's 3 hours ahead: I'll be talking to a vegetable in the future Yeah, so you gon' lay with your frame broke I got a gun that spit so crazy, sh** came with a raincoat And when I pop it at your face and your brain smoke Your third eye could open up, but you ain't gonna stay woke I ain't trying to have Flex offended, just flex my pen Cause I got less than 10 bars 'til we back to being friends again It's just sad I had to f** up your movement Never should've got Mad in the first place, like I jumped to conclusions They say my drive been watered down; that's a car pool But I think I still spit solid; that's hard drool If they said you heating up, it's just ‘cause you aren't cool Plus, all your punchlines are sh**: you have bar stools Boo I got bigger fish to fry, and Brian ain't an obstacle Now I got to stick with jokes like I ate a Popsicle Plus, that MadFlex name is comical Cause you getting straight bodied, while I'm bending over backwards Just to make it possible I said I cared about this, I probably lied I just wanted free tickets to see Carter Deems live And that's still on the bucket list That's all for now folks If MadFlex ain't at World Dom I'll be f**ing pissed Time [Round 3: Madflex] I don't want to be mean to you for another round, Eric. It's gonna go bad You came out here looking like the product of some one night Stand with Absyrd- No, you don't understand, it gets worse You came out here looking like the product of some one night stand with Absyrd Did the f**ing fusion dance with a Amber Alert That still ain't better than a no show I start attacking E 'til plasma streaming from his head; wanna Go Pro Then you curl up, and I leave on a high note like Soul Glo Frodo, this charity I mean, it may be deductible These motherf**ers paid you in Lunchables Don't talk about money, if he do, don't trust this fool Lactose intolerance, cause you just got a little cream and it makes me uncomfortable Bump knuckles, we'd catch a case like f**ing bellboys If you flex an arm connect, it is a frontal deltoid You got more goons in JeFF's Mustang than the one that fell Troy? Cool, the whip next to the ratchet, sh**, I'm Uncle Elroy You hear that? Get used to those It just happens when a true man show versus the Truman show Here's some sh** that some of ya'll hoopers know He missed his shot, but he goes down no matter how you spin it What's that? Shooter's roll You a troll You got "da feet" bars. I'd never use one though Cause I don't f** around with da feet, boy, I'm in cruise control, the usual The 50 Super Bowl dumped roman numerals A.K.A. Take this L, you played yourself It's "let's work" 'til the network make a joke disappear, this one here Dave Chappelle Well, you a little more Velma, Shaggy, Brennan Da**ey I'm an athlete And Clark Kent came out the booth like, "I thought I was half geek." Half the room knows, Dan Larusso with the bad knee Is the only time in his life that he's seen somebody clap heat Now, I can't tell if you animated or anime, kid, your style is mad cheeks 20 battles, I still ain't heard you to rap, E Get the picture; I tag E Collapsing back teeth all hit the damn street He pick it up, pick it up, pick it up; that's Black Sheep I'm nasty Fix the crib for your girl like Nick and Gatsby Then your Boo ain't never leaving the house; it's Mr. Radley High school education bars You ain't a star, Farrell, f** rap Your whole stack fit into a mason jar I lay a beat down until E sound like ba** guitar You a shooter? No. You get Happy to play for par And you pay a goon or two to root for you cause you can't raise the bar Jacka** Nah, the care package void Get drilled for real, a southpaw to scare Pastor Troy You lack the poise I mean, you something that these squares can enjoy But you fronting in the hood so hard the airbag deploy You terrible I throw my fist in just to fish from the bottom barrel? This bull come to a close(clothes) like the Rock's apparel I am not comparable You keep ignoring the cost You horrible, boss I'll k** him, why you calling (Colin) Farrell? This a waste of movement ‘cause you mixing in more fake drums than eighties music And I start to feel a hatred brewing I mean, it's Eas(z)y, E, and for the Record, it may be Ruthless But you not my cup of tea cause the tables turned, that's a lazy Susan I hate these new kids They ain't proven, and they ain't seen shooting I got a gun in the safe with the safety safely rooted And I did not bring the sh**, I ain't gon' use it Look at him You don't let the tech blast, I don't stress that True to form, Human Torch:, you (poof) hold your fire when you get mad You get that? Nah, Flex- that jabroni is Dellavedova to Kobe Puttin' Goldberg the wrestler vers' Goldberg the goalie Dethrone me? Hoe, please, your whole steez is dopefiend I'm so deep in the game even the old me was an O.G White man flash (slap), red hand, don't crosswalk no streets Me and E trade, my stock too high; those seats come with nosebleeds I'm testing switchblades on resting b**h face You the homie You the first person I'll tell when I tell ‘em that I got 0-3ed Eric I got 0-3ed Organik, if I'm not on World Dom than you can blow... Your money, elsewhere, it's your loss, O