Cera Torné - Waxx vs Torné lyrics

[Verse 1: Waxx] Torné told me to bring MCs to the ring To the beat I beat everyone of 'em lirically So I told him, come on and fight me Or is you scared n***a, you can't win, not even physically [Verse 2: Torné] What the f** is you talking about You oughta to get out, you smell danger when im around What are you about? Waxx you're minimal Neither lyrical nor physical, s** my genitals [Verse 3: Waxx] They're nonexistent, mather of fact you's medicated Cuz you're a waste of space and your parents didn't want you created I see you're demacrated, I give a stipulated time span Of two years more before the T dies and becomes Satornás You should wear a mask, you're ugly as f** n***as like you should evaporate like the j**s in the second war Here is the truth, Torn, you're living a lie Not even alive, no alibi, breathin my air, committed the crime, you must be ready to die [Verse 4: Torné] Pff you want to k** me with that? n***as like you are related to the LGBTI You talk sh** about me, but i have a whole community Backing me up whenever I feel vulnerability It is me, Torné, the living meme The bullsh** you talk is cuz you jealous of me I made you, and this is how you thank Torné? I can't believe i trusted such a false mc [Verse 5: Waxx] Jealous of you? I'm grateful I'm not close of being you If I had a gun I'll k** myself just to murder you Like I'm doin now with my amazing full clip lyrics I¡I've loaded my mouth and I'm shooting my spit straight to your gimmicks I'm beyond any limits, you're sh** in many levels If you die and go to hell you would be thrown back to the purgatory by the devil "I'm not gonna let him, I hate that motherf**ing n***a" Publical figure but n***a you can't do sh** you're Antony and I am Agrippa [Verse 6: Torné] Aight then, I was trynna go smooth But the demon's been unleashed and now here comes your doom You're like a broken n***a who couldn't get what he wanted I remember back in school when our souls departed You're nothing, all you do is b**h about Every problem you have with no one else in account Even now, you're just b**hing about me f** you, Satan called and he said you're finished, G [Verse 7: Waxx] Tell that motherf**er that god has my back You're wack, trynna be 2Pac and trynna be Nas but you're not even close to that You think you can rap but its Cerangel to the heaven Never did any of the seven, I made lemonade cuz life gave me lemons [Verse 8: Torné] Well I made pain for my enemies Just like Imma pain for you everytime you hear my melodies And I'm laughing at you cuz you thought I would fail Satan is gonna make me Satornás and I'm ringing all the bells [Verse 9: Satan] Matter of fact, hear me, motherf**er I'll make you fall down and heat you inside a locker You're nothing compared to me You think you better than Torné? You must be kidding me [Verse 10: God] Thou art no true artist, I can spit fa'test Literally I'm the goodest and you're the baddest, you should be ashamed of having Such a poor protegé, what's his name again? Torné? I think I wiped my a** with his face last time i went to sh**