PQR - 2 Chainz, No Cake lyrics

Verse 1 [Reubin Big] Wearing the crown because yes I am a king Best quit now before I step in the ring Ya eyes squinted boy first rapper to be a Chink I'm in the zone me and Biggie are in sync PQR we at the top nobody can stop us I know you a f*ggot but don't look at me with lust Coming at you hard you might think this a drug bust Wait till your friends realize you just a fake f** I'm on my velvet cake all I see is red Can't even type write on twitter your brain is dead You're the worst rapper alive that's what I said Your dreams are impossible wake up get out of bed Just getting started how you doing b**h? DaveyJ beat you in a battle you probably feeling sick Uh, I got medicine for you It's called stop rapping cuz I done destroyed you I think you call it self-disrespect Either that or denial, cuz it just ain't rap On a comparison chart there is a huge gap In a race you be on your first lap and I be on my last You think you hot but we run the town You got a douche clown on your team named DJ Unbound All he do is press bu*tons and hope for the best sound Your crew a bunch of trannies walking around in dress gowns You talk a lot of sh** but won't at us though Your rhymes are about as ugly as your dirty ho Uh, I'm done here now Stop wearing t shirt V-necks that's something I won't allow Verse 2 [PFoles] Today sanity's a rarity My words are like charity You think you're original? Your rhymes have similarity You sound so serious but your raps are just a parody My raps are so sweet they give Young Nicotine a cavity Concavity, they make you lose gravity This rap's tearing you up kind of makes me want to have pity You know I spit fire in my rhymes I speak rapidly Compared to other rappers your rhymes are just a travesty PQR's on top because of our excellence in presentation Hear you wheezing when you hear this diss give you resuscitation Young Nicotine can't touch PQR that must be frustrating These words flow from my mouth freely there ain't no need for hesitation Your raps are soggy, like, leftover pizza Think you're the main attraction? You ain't even a feature Sit down son welcome to cla** and I am the teacher You might as well be in ma** cuz I'm the rap preacher You're so distant from reality an internet creature Call me usher cuz my raps always do the job and seat ya This rap is k**ing your career call me the grim reaper Take your twitter picture down a punk in a wife beater Young Nicotine you can dish it out but can you take it? Think you're a real rapper, I guess you can fake it The fans come easy for us and the money we rake it My confidence is in my rhymes and you can never shake it Your girlfriend's easy walking around half naked Our fame came so quickly we could hardly pace it Our rise was so fast you could never even think to race it You're not a real rapper time for you to face it So you want to call yourself a lyrical miracle? That's actually funny but this is satirical material Your rhymes have bad taste just like expired cereal Your bad lines are contagious spray that with antibacterial Sort of feel bad for you you're stuck inside this hole you dug When you messed with Lil Bill PQR stepped on you like a rug Haters said my rhymes were weak but I presented like a thug Quit imitating Ricky Rozay when you grunt like UHHHHHH Lil Bill you think you're safe? I'm about to put you in your place Versace Versace Lil Bill a h*mo make love to Tamagatchi I'm just kidding these verses are not Versace This is PQR now just sit there and watch me The return of PQR is not what Lil Bill thought it'd be I think it's pretty obvious he sits down when he pees You can't find a producer? All producers want to produce with me You lost your chance to side with PQR there will be no truce you see [Reubin Big] Yeah, PQR we at the top nobody can stop us [PFoles] If you can't handle the heat then get out of the kitchen Lil Bill's an easy target and I got a rhyme itchin' The rap game is not for you try a career fishin' For us rapping is soft toss we're the batters and you're pitchin' On to Brian O'Halloran on the topic of baseball B-Hal we hate you you're the lowest of them all Knock off your feet because we love to see you fall Calling you out now because PFoles he never stalls So in conclusion, 2 Chainz, No Cake Your rhymes have no flavor, a vanilla shake Bring Young Nic's rhymes to drown in Byron Lake The combination of your words and voice gives me a headache I think it's pretty obvious your career was a mistake I'm Stephen A. you're Skip Bayless on ESPN First Take Counterfeit bills your entire life is a fake You're a chalupa from Taco Bell, I'm a filet mignon steak Alright think that you heard enough from me Handing the mic over to Green T and Quincy You rap for your hood but I rep the whole city Run you out of town take the Orient Point ferry Verse 3 [Quincy] Cake cake cake cake cake cake I see you with those reggies trying to bake Yeah I'm coming at you Team DaveyJ Sometimes I think that you're kind of gay I'm f**ing your mom she's the best You might as well call Delonte West Trust me this is no practice test She rides on top of me without a rest Lil Bill has no game Is that really your f**ing name? Your afro is so dumb You look like a f**ing bum Uh, go collect money off them streets Don't waste time with those ugly beats Some people tell me you want a Wikipedia page I heard you're the gayest member of the Bird Cage It's annoying to hear you scream 'Connetquot,' If you want to tussle, meet me in the parking lot All the ladies call me Johnny Football Since you at the top I'll make you fall Catch me autographing your girl's a** Sunday I'll be praying you're still alive at ma** Now I'm throwing the alley to your boy Green T Verse 4 [Green T] I'm hopping on this one track, you know making my debut Its tough out here where you're shining, everyone beneath you PQR and I playing tag team Ash Ketchum, Pikachu You're whack bro just look at you I'm just getting started but I ain't taking over I ain't like the rest of them driving jeep, trucks and rovers PQR and I we're all tight And my flow's never met a beat that it don't like You're like Pacquiao against Mayweather you won't fight I'm not even serious about rapping this is simply for delight Hey guess what? I think I see your rap future in the distance Wait never mind that's nothing because like your girl's cake its nonexistent Hold up let me slow it down for you so you can understand it You know? Comprehend it We playing FIFA and PQR just wants me to send it They let me go last cause they know I know how to end it I mean I respect what you're doing finding your way But I'm sorry if I follow Dora and go the other way Over the hill, through the forest, and past the lake Because bro honestly your bars are fake You won't click clack, you're not a shooter Just strap up your backpack and find a scooter Because bro you're fake like some b**bs at hooters I spit straight facts and nothing is truer Why don't you get out of the country this is PQR nation This song finally dropped for all who've been waiting I have a great idea for where you should be skating Run to a cemetery and say a prayer for those who died from anticipation I'm keeping it clean for all the young fans that might be listening I'm just getting started when You quit and I'm on my A game Drive through the lane to the rack we finishing Like D-Rose, Westbrook, Chris Paul and them Just give up now because I'm about to go in There's levels to this game me and Reubin Big above the rest of them After this verse no one will ever hear of you again Young Nicotine me and you are like a rivalry, Ohio State Michigan