Supa Hot Fire - The Rap Battle 4 lyrics

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Supa Hot Fire - The Rap Battle 4 lyrics

[Intro] You know what it is we back, its prime-time rapping Now today we got a new guest Give it up for Tremendous Repeat Ok chill out You know what we really came here for Our main man, the fresh man Supa Hot Fire! Let's get into this coin toss y'all ready What we got (heads)... its tails (I said tails) I heard tails Let's go ahead and spit that [Verse 1: Supa Hot Fire] 24 32, that's the code to my phone Psych that's the wrong number Check me out Oscars in my bathroom, but I'm not an actor Ya I got an album, but I'm not a rapper Now you can't win this battle, cause I'm super hot boy And I'm sweating in the shade cause I'm supa hot, boy [Verse 2: Tremendous Repeat] *Whispers in lawyer's ear* (My client Tremendous has stated that he doesn't believe Supa Hot's rhymes are hot enough for him to waste his super hot beats) (Bars, bars, yes he's got hot bars) *Whispers in lawyer's ear* (He just repeated it, he does that) *Hands lawyer paper* (I'm not a rapper, I don't) (Tremendous has requested that I bars his rhymes for him) (Tremendous is the big bad wolf that got you shook) (Money, power, respect, no no we don't go by the book) [Verse 3: Supa Hot Fire] Check me out Hearts I break that Samples from Costco, I taste that (He really be tastin' 'em!) [Verse 4: Tremendous Repeat] *Whispers in lawyer's ear* (Oh he's ready, he's going to drop some of those bars now) Tremendous Repeat who's going to win this battle Tremendous Repeat who's going to win this battle n***a you so whack, you might as well skedaddle This an away game? Whitney Houston, I use to sing with her You Supa Hot Fire, I'm the fire extinguisher I got Glocks I got Glocks I got Glocks I got Glocks I bust shots I bust shots I bust shots I bust shots POP POP POP Goes the weasel I'm hotter than the Beatles! (The Beatles *was* pretty hot) (He's got Glocks, he does) (He's got two of them) [Verse 5: Supa Hot Fire] Gla**es, jacket, shirt man Leather to keep me hot Shirt to keep me cool And gla**es, to see you lose! But I'm not a rapper I'm about to end this man's whole career Bam boom bada bat boom bop Pop boom bam KA-BLAM, pop

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