Pa** (Battle Rapper) - Pa** vs Caustic lyrics

[Round 1: Pa**] So you think you could out rap me in any situation imaginable Caustic? I ain't even get to the second line of this rhyme and you already lost it I'm the boss of this, caution I'm sick Kicking up cough and spit You just laying down in the coffin stiff The only reason he geeking is cause he tweeking, he be off the shish Well I'ma try to help him get off the sh** and knock him off his sh** Now call it quits I'm too ill You still thinking that blue pill gon' get you chill Boy I'll knock your Daylyt's out thinking you Quill He need a new grill Nah, I said I'll knock your lights out like a past due bill How you feel? Who you k**? Boy you softer than a n***a in his living room lip syncing and dancing to Dru Hill What you supposed to be the battle rapping Sisqo? Man you look like you go to parties where white people play Panic At The Disco You a funny looking motherf**er, stay in your place You so ugly it look like your beard trying to grow legs so it can run away from your face I get my karats, a thin slice to your windpipe, just might tear it You need help with that delivery like a midwife caring Man I give this boy the business like rich white parents Town business maine [Round 1: Caustic] I said Captain Morgan in my cup, but really though f** that If I find out who drank up all the Jameson you might really have to run that [MarvWon] I did n***a. I did [Caustic] Man, f** you Marv Who give a f** what you say h*mo? Beard looking like the f**ing Wu-Tang logo I said what's up Alex Jenner? I mean Jenny You're my brother bro I really f** with your old battles Remember the old days back when Grind Time was a dope channel? I got a lot of sh** to ask you but, yo famo How the f** you look like Joe Budden and Joe Camel? I said, so what it be's Alex? Your whole steez is Gen-X and Jean Palace I swear to God you bet not bring me no weak challenge Especially when I put our whole coast on my back just so the team can get rebalanced I said, this is Oakland versus Oakland, right? Bet The Town be excited for that But we not from the same type of Oakland, I came right from the trap Dawg I be in the cemetery with the white tees and straps And you be up in the Temescal where all the white people at I said I been on this Town sh** So what you wanna do blood? sh**, I lived on 55th and San Pablo in 1987 b**h I was a Polar Bear before you was I said, so what you wanna do? [Pa**] North side, north side [Caustic] Who you talking to? I know you seen what happened to Arsonal Machete taking off parts of you, Mossberg shotty turn him into particles Beating me now, that's a Mission: Impossible You got a better chance trying to arm wrestle Marv for some barbecue [MarvWon] Keep my name out your mouth [Caustic] Shut up motherf**er Yo, said I'm just trying to build with this kid like this sh** is fort But I'm 'bout to beat yo' motherf**ing a** in the Biblical sorts But I don't wanna play with you no more cause this f**ing kid is a dork You the only f**ing black dude on the planet to eat your ribs with a f**ing bib and a fork I said, so come on bro This is what a beard looks like You f**ing woman Your sh** is just weak I swear to God his battles give me the creeps I feel like I'm battling a negative picture of me So you gon' be on my dick? Gon' get my steez? I mean the sh** isn't cute Dawg if this sh** was on mute This sh** would look like two Middle Eastern dudes having a religious dispute I said, I know you having financial troubles I heard you was down and out Pa** sh** I had to bring you all the way to New Hampshire cause I heard they was handing out cash Now I'm feeling f**ing bad cause I gotta make an example out Pa** But this sh**'ll be a ma**acre if you think this Cal. ain't gon' spaz b**h, my style is electric, I don't know how you got gas You should be sitting on the f**ing curb cause your style is high trash So here's a message for you rap nerds, you clowns will not last So if you wanna be a Lord Of The Ring, thou shall not Pa** That's one [Round 2: Pa**] Daniel I can't front, you been my folks, we been friends fo' sho' But now you done called John John and Arsonal a moolie b**h, we ain't friends no mo' See that's how you get served or get your chin swerved You could've kept that to your self or kept it censored But if I hear you say the N-word I'm punching your face in until your nose is caving inward We the best cause we the west You see the rest just flee and jet like a fleet of jets But I still put the piece to your brain meat then press while you watching Meet The Press He decompose while I decompress Your hands gotta cover your face like he depressed I don't look at you and see a threat I look at your face and see a Chia Pet You don't gotta have Nike's on to see your feet get checked But you can wear some fake a** Air Max's and swear you a sneaker head We both from the Fresh Coast but there's differences between the set You just been rapping for a long a** time, man I'm a seasoned vet Man, you I had gotta eat ribs with a bib and a fork? Man you white boy, you need to just stop You the type of foo foo a** n***a to eat a big a** chicken wing and leave a big ole' piece of meat at the top You said you from the real Town bro? How is that? Yeah, I live where the rich white folks live and I'm proud of that I grew up on the north side of Ice City and I had to hustle to get my folks up out of that Boy You said you from The Town bro But I know you from Union City You from where the Filipino n***as act Mexican, n***a that's super sh**ty That is not The Town I'ma drop this clown I freestyled half of that sh** and I still got this round [Round 2: Caustic] Talking all that fake a** Town sh** Dawg, the sh**'s spiteful Well look on the bright side at least Lush likes you What's wrong Pa**? You mad I said "moolie"? Wasn't it me you was rooting on? Dawg what are you doing dawg? You're so f**ing boring you put "yawn" into "moulinyan" I had a clear f**ing plan bro you f**ing up I get us some cash you get us some views I whip yo' a** in somebody's living room We try to pretend this sh** not domestic abuse Yo, you battle once a f**ing year Y'all act it gives him the free pa** To be out here having debatables with Clip's weak a** I mean your textbook a** bullsh** be putting me to sleep like a f**ing history cla** Maybe that's why you always drop the ball cause you still incomplete Pa** I'm saying though, you can't battle twice a year dawg, the sh** just takes hustle I mean you finna get scraped in this ring I'm finna make Marv's dinner plate of you [MarvWon] God damn. Set it up. Set it up [Caustic] You turned your back on all your fans and stopped doing all the sh** that made them love you Now we all getting mixed feelings like an interracial couple I said, I don't file no taxes This rap sh** my rebate check If I ever lose a fade we finna run it back like the DJ fresh Avocado brought the k** cam', so you get that instant replay d**h And I'm so over Pa** I ain't even hit the freeway yet I said so face it homie, your sh** is all basic boring Trying to double time everything like it don't make it corny Dawg, I'll put this f*ggot on ice like Blades Of Glory So when you see me masked up don't try to change your story I done made more trips for that white girl than f**ing Jason Voorhees Why is it that you s**? Motherf**er, you battle twice a year, maybe that's why you losing your buzz I f**ing think it's hilarious how you try to rap like you really moving some d** b**h all your packs get the two stepping like white dudes at the club Of course Alex gonna hate, b**h everything I do is fresh If I'm feeling generous I give this kid the nickle like it's UNICEF Dawg, and you more f**ing peaceful than a f**ing Buddhist stopped in Budapest And I been out in the east rapping up that raw like a muhf**ing sushi chef [Round 3: Pa**] You know what? People always ask me about you being racist when they speak to me I say, "I'ma keep it a hundred maine. The n***a ain't racist he hates everybody equally." But we still potna's I guess, I mean for you I got a lot of respect But if you pop at the set then I'm popping your neck without dropping a sweat Cause watching you rap is like watching a wreck I'm just trying to stop the crash, just try not to get slept I'm still applying that pressure, I stand on top of his neck Then I'll check this n***a's pockets just to pocket his check Cause see I'm already seeing profit, so I'm trying to be a prophet So I'm smoking on a leaf that I picked from the Tree Of Knowledge I'm just being honest, you can keep on being modest I'ma beat your noggin till the white meat you being polished I'll turn your fans into my fiends, they see the product They know that my lines really smack like Mia Wallace I know some sh** about your girl you trying to keep it private She went down on the whole crew like Aaliyah pilot n***as say I'm the best when I'm rapping like I'm being violent I'm freestyling right now but f** it they can see the rhyming [Round 3: Caustic] I said it's 2015 and you doing Pulp Fiction bars? Dawg that sh** isn't fresh And since you wanna be Mia Wallace so bad y'all can watch me stab this b**h in the chest I hate these new f**ing fans bro I don't know how these cats talk about battle rap it's always, "Man, Pa** is the sh**. Pa** can rap But did you see Pa** versus Clips. Man, Pa** is wack." Pa** is this and f**ing Pa** is that I think Pa** is just mad cause Pa** can barely pa** for black sh**, you talk too much You really need to pa** that You keep bringing up old sh** but you know we past that I mean I ain't cool with all the yap yap Caustic been known to slap cats If I see your girl I'm finna tap that like a story too long on Snapchat I said don't talk about no hood sh** cause you really not a trap cat I swear to God I put a hole in the back yo' head just like a snap back Word in the street is that you f**ing sweeter than a snack pack This the one f**ing time we leave Oakland and you didn't bring your backpack Pa** is the sh** Dawg sometimes I just want to watch you get smacked in the lip just to see if you act like a b**h If y'all think Pa** is the sh** then you got it backwards as sh** I bet yo' f**ing pop filter smell like Backwoods and dicks I said don't try to lie on me dawg, let's keep it factual Pa** Welcome to my world, on this planet you not an animal Pa** You can go home tomorrow and start slapping my chacks I bet yo' lady throw it back like a lateral pa** I said sh**, I never be mad at you dawg Cause honestly I know your nature You ain't never win sh** but I still love you bro, you the Oakland Raiders I said you can catch that smoke for rapping raw, you a rolling paper I said you roll with white squares y'all some toilet paper I said yo, you been doing the same sh** for ten years I gotta question his intelligence You a walking trash bag b**h, that's Miss Elliott You still doing all the WRC bars like the sh**'s relevant All you do is multi Pa** (multipa**) but that don't make you the Fifth Element I be knowing sh** that's why I live it up But that's 3-0 Caustic so happy birthday Niki let's get f**ed up