ATM (New Orleans) - ATM vs Ubserd lyrics

[Round 1] ATM You're going to get smashed you f**ing fat nerd I didn't understand your last word Looking weird as sh**, with that beard and sh** You're the queerest b**h I could punch you in your big nose And all I will see is your f**ing face explode So, you really summed yourself up in one word Ubserd ‘Cause I feel like I'm up here going up against some dumb nerd So it doesn't matter if it's how your ups turn Yo, I will spit some flames that'll make Ub burn And they'll need some special sh** to build Ub's urn You and your mother, f**ing hate me But her and I are love birds. That sh** makes Ub hurt So to fight the pain he orders pizza But I'm more than eager and sure to beat ya I can't tell if you're some type of forest creature or an aborted beaver And yo, late at night, he's a superhero, known as “Big Tit Man” And fights hunger with an antimetabolic wrist band He grabs a whole bunch of food and holds it in his left And he does the exact same sh** with this hand [Round 1] Ubserd Ayo, I'm not going to be an easy win like Pa**da was Your time on the battling grind won't last past your buzz Because you've got sk** that's a** [?] Kids, this is what ma**ive love of acid does People only go see ATM when they need cash for d** Yo, Kap, what's up? “Could you battle ATM please?” I said “Pfft, ATM's weak” b**h this is payback for those f**ing ATM fees Now you are not cool, no need to play pretend Even though we may be friends, he is not original In other words how are you A “TM” Homie I pack ribs, smashing your who*e with my dick in her titty space Because you ain't attractive with Animal's haircut and Miss Piggy's face So I keep her vagina in leg locks His type of dime is the inflatable kind you could find at a s** shop You belong on the same level in line with [?] Head greasy enough to start wanting dreadlocks He must be the by-product between China and X-Pac I drop lines that'll damage fam, why do this to yourself? Stop guy, you don't stand a chance The fat boy is eating Louisiana fast like Popeyes and Zatarain's [Round 2] ATM Ayo, after the battle of the bay, this f**ing f*ggot called Kap a b**h That's my president, what the f** Look, this f*ggot b**h, is as fat as sh** We'll need a miracle and a magic trick to fix this f**ing accident But I bet the weird accent sticks and he still has the baddest lisp And looks like what would happened if Erik Estrada and Elvis had a kid You're more fat and thick than the '06 Illmaculate Maybe you should do what he did and start smoking crack and sh** You couldn't be stopping me with anything you've got from me Congratulations, against Morebucks that was the first time you've committed a robbery I will break ribs on this fake b**h And I'm not the only one here who thinks that you and Tank Lipp should have left on the same ship And if not that b**h, you shouldn't get sent to the tryouts Ayo Kap, kick this guy out for having such big tits that they might poke your eye out Ayo, A is ruthless with styles, and I'm telling you, you can't face me b**h, you're basic I will f**ing rip this who*e and sh** Remember that one time we met before? We were both inside your mom when we made that pregnant p**n And that's why your head's deformed [Round 2] Ubserd Ayo, I spit more hype flows The average attendance of your live shows In the 504 is 4 five-o This pansy's finished. No way this man is winning When you started rapping after being kicked out of every band he's been in This lame rapper isn't a nice flowing, with f**ed rhythm remain wacker at life I'm making it that last of his punk visits I wonder why he's named after a device that works having plastic shoved and stuck in it Respect on the freestyle, but the fans wishing you came prepared Plan when you stand facing a rare pro You could do it meanwhile between catfishing with bare hands and drag racing air boats This silly slow nerd is flagrant, I've been to the end Oh I hate to see this whole [?] fragrance Down in [?] they really know Ubserd's the greatest I would start swinging but this ATM is under video surveillance So who do you think is going farther in the game, send anybody I'll rip apart your remains, my scope is calibrated now, target is aimed I'm not saying they won the Super Bowl when I send you to march with the saints [Round 3] ATM Alright, I'll make it count but it really doesn't matter I thought you were going to lose weight, but b**h, you got fatter Good prediction, by the kid with big tits You couldn't spit sh**. I will beat you down You expose your Adam's apple and your weird beard you f**ing fricking piece of sh** I demolish this hoe, yo Remember on the phone we talked and you admitted you were an obese ba*tard You said you did c**aine to lose weight but it made you only eat faster This is what happened if a Rico Suave ate nothing but burritos grande If not that, then John Leguizamo robbed a McDonalds I can't believe Kap even wanted me to battle you snaggletooth You're like that transvestite b**h from Miami, “The Model”, but with fatter b**bs What the f** are you drinking, b**h you must be dreaming You wish you were me that's ATM semen [Round 3] Ubserd Ayo, cherish your last moments, you'll be deceased by the end of this fine day We all know who the picture in your relationship is because B.C always comes behind “A” The crowd's laughing at you, not with you, so every punch fails to fire Tuck in your tail, retire Son I'll give ATM more bumps than braille requires You only grip metal doing the cake stand, drinking to place fraternities And the one ward you've been in is a sign that read “maternity” So leave in a state of Missouri like the one your border divides Never return or get served, you cannot keep affording the drive Already been torn alive and gored by Collide, what? You got some grudge against us because every single Cuban in New Orleans survived? But you got my sympathies. The same might happen in Miami and one day it could But sometimes acts of God are for the greater good Why don't you tell them how Bush blew the Levees to save your neighbourhood Every single verse was an awful lot of booty If you heard a gun burst, he'd call the cops truly So I'mma tie him up behind my truck Drag ATM through the streets like the first Barbershop movie