Madflex - Psycoses vs Madflex lyrics

[Round 1: Madflex] Lush hit me to pa** the torch like a non smoker Here's calm closure, I'm the dude who sends garbage to composters This battle is cause your win streak is mince meat I felt like pissing...all over Offer me a word of thanks, I put you here I didn't come to trust fall into your suburban gang You in the Bay, Curb Your Enthusiasm or get sent to the curb to plank You and Flex squabble you running red with a neck wobble like Merton Hanks f** a John Cena before pic Me and him? We was cool before this, that's been changed Don't rinse face where I keep corpses If this battle is not judged on sh**ty multi fads and High School Musical swag then he forfeits You've worn, chicken scratch cursive shirts your last four fits On a scale of 1 to 10 when it comes to you then 4 fits Call in reinforcements Drop any Mac Dre or Heiro reference you can Google to sway this crowd I'm calling horsesh** I steal on you it's still on you horseshoes when a horse kick Blood disfigure you're formless til the floor slick I'ma multi like you...{clears throat}...no I won't I'd force it f** a no name take this live action role play to your fortress in the forest You don't win today sh** call me out, sh** me early, Duke game Stay on point, I will make Bobby, Hurley Will I beat Psycoses? For f** sake is Dolly curvy? I brought a gurney, spit just this round and sit down you would not be worth me One hard hit, Psycoses seeing darkness like Charlie Murphy This a** whooping, let's stop it...early [Round 1: Psycoses] It's Battle Of The Bay 6 And I've been waiting patiently to beset it This kind of an event and they gave me Flex to behead And although he's a friend I know it's time to grind Cause there's no bu*ton in life you can push for a reset Well, f** it Since it's Grind Time I guess that means I need to be Drect That gun, got a reflex that'll read Flex and reflects the depression he gets When he flex? See less in his deflects reflection So pretty much anything in his defense that he says with each breath at me just beat left So in other words it deflects I'm trying to see how far I can stretch Flex ability Until the bars stiffen up in Flex ability Stretch out, flexibility, stiffen up, inflexibility I'll bring it back in the third round in case y'all ain't feeling me So if you thought I blew my load prematurely then you've been f**ed since the match was set My battle career's just getting started I haven't climaxed it yet But you think the tables turned and you're spinning back but you've already pa**ed your best So I'll leave you back spinning when I turn tables cause you're not the real Funkmaster Flex Sick of this kid, I get sick of this living when this clip is in I'm hitting this kid and split him as quick as the dividend They ask me how I feel about k**ing kids Not guilty like Zimmerman so in a sense I get an inner sense of innocence I was hitting your b**h from the beginning of winter Hidden I've been in her since We don't have to bring in Hoffa f*ggot you can do the Math You ain't got bars like that You're gonna have to live with this the rest of your life like herpes You get close to the action but never fight for yourself; Irv Dean Now he's just a b**h rapper getting f**ed on cam'; Germ Free f*ggot, you can't handle these bars Someone tell Chilla Jones his opponent ain't the only Deadman on this card You know what? He's afraid to fight he won't throw knucks He's afraid to get Aktive so he acts co*ky and won't show up [Round 2: Madflex] You got a lot of energy to match, good I went into this sh** with high stress Think wild west at high noon f**ing tumbleweed blows by Feels like someone could die soon Type of stress that excites you, all boss tycoons Battles that spark a fight moods That round you spit...am I in the f**ing right room? If there's a Prove Yourself nearby, you're lost and someone here can drive you Psychotic delusions misguide you You are depressed off your meds or you've been lied to You fruity, you the food that my food eats No way I take a standing [?] from Channing Tatum, dude please Between you and me is authenticity, missing when you speaking My roots in the sh** deeper than a 2002 movie But let's pretend you fit in I heard Aspect said you winning That's forgiven cause that's two events that motherf**er tripping Youngin listen This next submission fit with the constriction of neck submissions I'll stand here since it's your fantasy to be in Flex position Now you're psychotic Why the f** you calm now that you close to me? What's ironic is both sides, I'm staring at a nobody You a slow study, hold it down and head back like your nose bloody I can quote buddy to take away your credit like you owe money I swear you said this sh** "A retired flow is all I see in your (senior) citizen" sh** Bobby that's real as hell You're known for occasional gun bar use one to k** yourself What are we still talking for? I will excel you've lost the war I don't care you got more white contacts than Hopsin's worn This sh** will put an end to your f**ing streak like boxer shorts That's a quadruple entente Youtube rewind, I hope you caught all four Now check it out MC endomorphing act like y'all not bored You feel me? [Round 2: Psycoses] So, he quoted one of my lines from my last battle Ow, who knew? Well that's okay cause I got a quote from you too You said in your battle with Sindro "You want a hood pa** but the hood pa**, dude trust me You won't slump me, one swing and I can teach you how to Dougie" [Madflex] That's dope [Psycoses] Are you f**ing serious? You think he's Raw like Eddie Murphy but from the first time he stands up he's clearly Delirious? You probably think it's cool to say some sh** like "I'll leave you with a stanky leg, you'll get one of your knees clipped All gold everything on the side of the piece sit I'm different, so I'm coming for those 2 Chainz You better find the police quick Or you're sure to die when the bullets Fly Like A G6" Yoooou are a f**ing f*g and a damn actor And since you have swag references and your rap's plastered I'll dead this kid and spin his cap backwards And leave his body in the closet like swag rappers You're A Jerk (I know), you can't spit bars like that and think it's truly just fine Cause your bars are all a** and nothing else; Looney Divine And the reason why these veterans diss you and the rest will forget you Is because your set ups to punches take forever to get to But you're Madflex so I guess stretching a scheme is never an issue See charismatic performance is all you have But me? I got freestyles, rebu*tals, multis, wordplay with bars stacked in schemes So you'll get Jones'd if you act Serius in this match with me Cause my punches shut sh** down like Summer Madness 3 [Round 3: Madflex] You taking up worthless space with this bullsh** game of your charades The truth is, that I don't really think that you're to blame I think the upper cla** did it, it's bad business Don't dabble in the role of a rap gimmick if you come from a town with the word "Ranch" in it Man Bobby here, real familiar with them land limits Boy I'm from Pittsburgh don't question, that's Mob Figaz and Jacka home You? Raised in tall wilderness with dogs sniffing for jackalopes It's havoc on them ranches, all tuna fish not ludicrous Sheep throwing up gang signs with they hooves and sh** C'mon Bobby, his nickname is "Cool Ranch" never half stepping Rocking his dad's Stetson, put that sh** on everything...like ranch dressing Look Bobby, this ain't a rivalry This sh** contrived, over hyped, I barely even know this guy I give a f** you in the Cobra Ky Say sh**? I put this frame kick into overdrive Step up you get decked like a no comply Tell Psycoses my emotion immobilize Rhymes You 'bout to see Paul Blart's cadaver squirt You will get ma**acred Get the big picture, click the [?] I will beat your a** until your "f** You" shirt is backwards {chokes and starts freestyling} Quick spit what I might say, some sh** Maybe if I busted on your head with your umpire f**ing look I might create a baby For somebody, f** it I'm spitting, sh**ting Kick your a** and your f**ing second face And then I'll send 'em to replace a motherf**ing... {Malathion calls time} [Round 3: Psycoses] Now at this point in the battle I'm feeling a little provoked We had a month to prepare for this and you f**ing choked Well now let's talk about why you s** It's because you don't rap at all You have no tracks on Bandcamp or numbers on soundscan to draw You just battle mid tier opponents for no cash at all Your battle career's a train wreck and that's your flaw Wait a minute...that wasn't a choke I just had to pause Cause this is the first time I've seen a train wreck without tracks involved And that's why in the industry you'll be tied in a contract But I'll stretch the sin in him for Flex Tie, contract, stretch, synonyms for "flex" To him I'm a great friend a straight 10 that'll extend a helping hand to stiffen up the ant in him for Flex Straighten, extend, stiffen up antonyms for "flex" Do you understand who the f** you went to war with yet? Cause the poorest sh** rapport within the metaphors you spit Are an informative torturous course you ensure the kids are informed of what boredom is I'll form a grip that'll contort your spinal cord from the form it's in With the centrifugal force of an orbit spin No reforce more horribly morbid than a sorta quip and a George Foreman fist For the tip your organs just disordered him in storage bin as ornaments? And if you're ever restored again and wanna bring war well then f** it A fricking mortar hits, I'm storming the shores of it I'll even make a movie for the sh** and narrate the story script For thinking you're a Freeman like Morgan is And when I hit him up for this battle he was like, "I don't know I think the card's locked in and it's all done Maybe you can get a spot if you call Lush." So what did I do? I called Lush He was like, "Psycoses vs Madflex? Cali is active. It's all done." Then I hit this b**h back up I was like, "It's me and you on the card son." He was still like, "I don' know we're both undefeated and on a roll" acting all shook and all starstruck b**h act like an MC stop whining and put your f**ing bars up Little h*mo f** Malathion, hold that mobile son I got eight bars left I'm almost done So all that wordplay sh** you got, won't amount to sh** Attention Youtubers you're gonna need to rewind the f** outta this This guy's been ducking so I'll leave him undercover and that's for dodging Not even Chuck Clark would get you a new voicebox if you don't watch that tongue in your mouth I'll rip your vocal cords out and that's for talking Lush, this fraud you lent is fake, time for this cyclone to unwind cause that's a copy I'll head towards him when I shoulder arms Clip off ten then (tendon) that's a body No; disguise, ducking, undercover, that's for dodging Voice box, tongue in your mouth, vocal cords, that's for talking Fraudulent, fake, cy-clone, that's a copy Head, shoulder, arms, tendons that's a body!