 Some vodka, along with c- I'm gonna do that, I'm gonna do that to this crowd. Noth-fuck that, he's draining a fit, but some vodka along with cocaine is sick! Lauer came in this game doing shit rounds, and I'm not gonna quit, nah! I could take that typical route and be like, you're a white boy, what you know about. But I got a typical route, a white boy, I don't want you to know about. I don't go this way, big T with a whole another route. A different approach every time like the Simpsons when they finish it on the couch. My title opponents were the best from around the globe. Your title opponents were the best from down the road. It's easy to hit a shot, two feet standing away. Try it on someone two feet taller with his hand in your face, it's not the same. You've never played a real championship game. You have the title handed to you, they just handed it away, you fucking coward. What's the pride and honor in that? Never thought that he'd take a lost of me, now he's my colostomy bag and he knows it too. He's got some titles like, I'm dying. Insecurities. And we like this one, fuck relationships. Basic translation is, I've got my heart broken by some crazy people. I didn't even win the title yet, but Trump's become president and I'm not sure how much time we have left. I'm one of the best webhams this shit. On beat you still need to prove you're a killer, Jen. I'm waiting for you to bring history through the booth like Bill and Ted. You face off like silent hell, he fought like a butterfly on the killing jar. You got a Mickey Mouse following his shitty bars. I got a Mickey Mouse following, because if he's far, I use my keeper of blade and it ain't Kingdom Hearts. Down the piece, gangie, not so fast. Throw, relax. I'm throwing jabs, except for both hands wrapped dipped in broken glass. Send the first one, fold his ass. The second coming, you know my past. I said precedence, doing shit you never did. So if I let him live, it's because I couldn't bear to kill him like Leo in a rabbit. Flashbacks of your life, right before you die, I set him in. I've been rolling back the years, shortening his life expectancy. So yeah, bitch, let me tell him this, those fucking Bible schemes get me pissed. So just one, one more of those references and you getting digged. It'll be like your battle with Danny Myers, but with an extra twist. Because I've got a sharp fuse and it's lights out as soon as you mention Genesis. Let me put you on trial a sec. This bar court, your name's dialect. So you know what that kind of says? You all talk. That fantasy shit, that fantasy shit, he do lots. I'm a poor sport. In short, I don't fuck with fantasy shit. I'm a Lord Ford court. Now you got a gun. So when you wetson, he was made a member. This saga will take his shine and stop his reign forever. And Terrence bottle with DNA. Remember, fake agenda like Caitlyn Jenner. But wait, no, you know, I wish you had you around a big kid with me. You know, all the tall shit you could have did for me. All the snacks my mom here for me. I bet you can hang the shit out of him starting Christmas. I like the Cairo visit. Oi Chilla, this pay-per-view was made by you. That's true this time because Liam hit me up. I need a MacBook, bring mine. That slices Apple out. Bro, this brand new slim line edit this battle on it. They got run through quick time. My god, I have a stab-proof windpipe. You gotta listen more. Niggas is getting dumb and dumber if they can't see how whipping dog. This undercover cop, lying on his shield like riffing dog. My first opponent was C major. I'm looking at you, but I'm C major. I graduated marine biology. I'm a C major. And got the look-alike around a standoff. Me, I'll make the moon darks like a flash mob. You, you get tumbleweed floating in the backdrop. I'll get a wall off the referee bar like black rub. Look what I got. Tarja, a real one can't acknowledge a surrogate. I may be out of my country, but I'm not out of my element. Sing it down so quick you will smash your coccyx. I have never hit anyone that obnoxious. Oh, what's this? That's an ostrich. In that moment, he's been feeling a lot darker inside. Your son's like Harry Potter, because what you left on his forehead scarred him for life. You killed my cousin. So war is my chosen path. I'm no olive branch. I'm a blow gun dog. Poison arrow through a broken heart. Every focus bar I wrote was carved into my flesh until my soul was scarred. I've got the coldest bark. Because your head looks like a phrenology head on a philosopher's shelf rack. If that hairless ceiling could share its feelings, it would sing an Adele track. You get sentimental. VO5 gel pack. You smell that. Michael Stipe from REM called. He wants himself back. I mean, real talk, I should get my flip on. You're finally against your own. Now you're finally famous like Big Sean. I will go out ill just like Kim Jong. You look like the fucking pirate that played dodgeball with Vince Vaughn. Say now why? Like do hit a man. Let's go back to that pirate bar. Because now I'm going to go dodging this spider like patches of hula hand. What the fuck were you on when you brought a case? It looked like mid-brand. You went to Stipe and then went for the joint. It's ironic how you brought somebody called Kesh and then went around in circles to get to the point. You're fucking choking all your battles because you're such a drug addicted mess. I knew this spot count was a fucking junkie. Guess that explains why I always shit the bed. Your fucking birthstone is crystal meth. You struck up a deal so you could pay for their lunch while they kill Hillary Clinton. She wants to be in a white house but she's still stuck with the bill. You show us the power of believing in oneself. When you're out here watching this needing some help, here's your guide to the main credentials. Brains, talent, charisma, essential. Just be fucking mental. You join me because you got the talent but monkeying around left you dead like a rambi. Now you start reliving them old days and you still playing the Atari so now it's time to kill. I'm silent hill or resonant evil. What? You can't see. No matter what it is you produce, there's no way you can arm me. Now resonant evil, silent hill, can arm me. I got it. The resonant evil, silent hill, can arm me. See that bar there? Nasty. We're lahy. What I'm speaking to you. So stop telling people your name's Dean. When you're Dan Dell, you're the bitch in your relationship. Look close and you can't tell. You have romantic weekends. Let's think and breathe. But she's Sean Paul and you're blue cantile. Because bro, you're still under the thumb. Bro, you're still under the thumb. You'll go away for a routine checkup. Doctors discovered a lump. It was you. On beats he's nuts though. My guys are great. You can catch him spitting tight rhymes for days at a white pride parade. You put the Z Kyle in freestyle. He's never been in trouble with the police. Shit, I was locked up at 16 and not just a little Mr. Meaners. Not that I think that's big or clever, I'm just saying. There's differences between them. Like I'm mates with Shucks, a real rapper. We've got me spitting on some features. Don't mates with yorks. You stop comical, brethren. You got bummy clothes that you're constantly dressing with the sloppy assemblance. But I got a cold wardrobe like the Narnia entrance. His mom's got this paper. She's gonna pull around the crowd. Your whole game's slow, but fuck. It's a global update. Except to me rungs are trying to open up the golden gun case. I'm locked in. Age brought a little game for the British stage. Y'all came to the engine room to see me aircraft. Time to disengage. We're on a different page.