Chris McDonald - Second Round Ti.K.O. lyrics

UHHH Its Mailtime Music White Zinfandel getting loose KFC Cream Cheese This one's for Duncan, Tiko About to knock this b**h out Young Unsweetened! [Verse 1: KFC] Time to step up to the table Play some Tiko Texas Hold Em I'm about to call this bluff Make Tiko Texas fold em I keep it 100 This diss track gon' be a breeze When Black Twitter hears this Gon' be crying face emojis So pa** me the aux cord Bout to set this chick ablaze She thought she's gon' blow up But now she's going down in flames The funny thing is, you still really think you're famous What part don't you understand b**h? I'm the one who made this Without me, there is no you You're just a f**ing Big Sean Stan Career about to end from a nerdy f**ing Baseball Fan I wasn't gonna make this track But then I knew I had to Hey Tiko, we're not laughing with you We're laughing at you I thought you could rhyme But b**h you clearly got nothin Only thing worse than you flow Is that disgusting belly bu*ton Like an extraterrestrial I can't even stand next to you I roasted you once Now time to finish the rest of you You told us Numbers Never Lie So why don't you tell the truth, Tiko? Needed Stoolies to pay to get in the booth, Tiko Needed me to get people to hear your tunes, Tiko Truth be told you look like a f**ing cartoon, Tiko Face like Sam Ca**ell, with a nose like Patrick Ewing Teeth like Michael Strahan, what the f** are you doing? Duncan got more game than you And Duncan got more fame than you About to ether Tiko Texas Make you change your name boo You're welcome for the 15 minutes Now I'm moving pa**ed ya First rapper to be murdered By a blogger slash podcaster [Hook: Robbie Rosen] I'm going for the Knock Out Sittin at the top now Every time I drop, I drop I stand up Never gonna tap out I'ma be a star now I ain't gonna stop The game's in my blood Going for the Knock kn-knock knock kn-knock knock out Hit the switch Time to go lights out Never gon, never gon, Never gon stop now Knock, kn-knock, knock kn-knock Knock Out! [Verse 2: KFC] Tiko Texas, Ashes I burned with that torch, boy But my work ain't finished here It's time to rip on Portnoy I waited long enough Finally time for me to deliver When I'm finished with you Dave Your family gonna be sitting Shiva I'm sorry Mrs. Portnoy He shoulda never messed with me Thats his worst mistake Since turning down that Draft Kings equity The way I spit these bars Will turn your brain into a noodle The last time that you got smoked Was by my golden f**ing doodle So now I'm coming for that head I'm chopping necks like ISIS I'll put you out your misery I'll end that mid-life crisis Big schnoz Hair plugs Quasimodo hunchback Take one look at Pres And my stomach gives its lunch back 38 by 30, what a stumpy f**ing shylock Sit right down and shut your mouth I'll slap your face with my...penis Man, f** it, you ain't nothin without me You'd be giving Bieber blow Js Hepatitis B I knock the air out your balls You'll be calling me Deflategate You're old as f** and going bald They kicked you off of J Date [Hook] Some ratchet hoodrat b**h, coming at me and my dog? Its all about the Entenmann's, baby (repeat x4) Cream Cheese on the track!