[Verse 1: 2-Chz]
You're alone dog, you gotta get more training in
This guy's spirit animal: An emotional support Pomeranian
But this is my dog, so I can see the fleas in him
It's more like a sale at old navy
I'm bout to to fleecing him
But how do I dis Seaba**?
This guy is like my brother
But none of you battle rap
So we have to keep battle rapping each other
And we're just like each other
So how can we dislike eachother?
We dis like each other
We like diz like each other
This is no dis, if you know this
You can notice we have no tiffs
It doesn't end
This is the real life version of Words With Friends
But in the end, you ain't no friend to me
I don't see Ba**, I sea anemone
And I'm going to destroy you
When fire comes out of my mouth
That can unemploy you!
That cardigan is too thin
You're going to need a light jacket
And I left my Bic somewhere earlier
So if you see my light, jack it
Grab this guy and meet me out front, and
He has a low tolerance so
I'm going to have to be a little blunt
We didn't know if you'd make it or not
At first glance we thought you had a chance to vie for the spot
But on second look, and once we shook
I knew that dead fish would go
Belly up on it's rise to the top. You see...
You can't hang with the pros
My Prose will seal your pane...
Like windows
You may have won once
But you'll never win dos
You had me 'til you choked, dog
You gotta win those
You were going to choke, we all knew it
It was just funny that on the Gorgonzola bars
You Blew it
Come here to play, you'll see your dreams up in smoke
He's like a Chef in the MMA...
He's mastered the ArtAChoke
So I hope that you notice how heavy my flow is
You rap about mitosis?
I don't care how your toast is
You can probably wager
I don't care about your minimum wager or
About your modem or pager
If I were to bet on you? Minimum Wager
So consider this your quarterly review
I got a tip: Just quit
I've seen the quarters they leave you
It's like they're "Into wishin'"
So use your intuition
Put your cheddar in investments
Never in tuition
I mean, look at this place
It's like I live in a cabin
When I point to where my place is
It looks like I'm dabbin'
I'm in a league of my own...
Like Madonna and Gina Davis
"This used to be my playground"
I still rock it on my playlist
This guy's a lonely cat, kinda a sorry sap
I had to pull him aside after that last battle
And remind him that
"There's NO CRYING IN BATTLE RAP"
He's just horsing around
I'm ballin' on full court
But you're a lot like baseball when you lose
You're a poor sport
[Verse 1: Seaba**]
You can tell by the blue shirts
I'm the one these people really came for
I remember when I was 3 years old
And then I became 4
Well, like my hair I've been growing
Seaba** will break your fishing pole
Ya you have heart for battle rap
But you're missing soul
I'll cut the bottom off your shoes
Have you missing sole
And now I'm back on the scene
More homesick than a Korean refugee
Missing Seoul
All day I can play on words
My life's going great
I'm going upwards and onwards
In 2 weeks I'll be on a plane to Sydney
For 4 months, I don't care if you don't miss me
My 6th sense just kicked in...
Ya, it just kicked me
I've ate through cheese like nothing
Despite the fact that I tend to get full quickly
Now I'm about to melt this cheese down to fondue
Our beef's been simmering long enough
It's time to serve this ragu
I'm about to give him 3 hot rounds
That's a triple cheeseburger
Bra, I really think you need to research
Your calling in life
Because you're way past
Your prime, you and I
Are in a different weight cla**
You still sh**
Even with your fake a**
You're more worn out
Than your car's break pads
Still, sometimes on my days off I daze off
Thinking about the future when my hard work pays off
I just just another check at work and as always
I think my pays off
Server thing is going great
Compared to you I average a better hourly
Here I'm on the front lines
You hide in your office cowardly
The more hours you work, the less money you make...
Boy do I wish that I was on salary!
Still you swear your sh**'s hot
Like you ate a habanero with some carrots
But you're not original at all
You mimic sounds like dumb parrots
Our sk**s are at different levels
There's no way to compare us
When people ask for cheese
They don't want you to whine
They just want you to come, and pair it
So stick to your day job
Don't take it for granted
I'll let you speak in a moment
My permission's been granted
This hard style has been cut and polished
To this lyrical granite
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[Verse 2: 2-Chz]