Syd Vicious - Swave Sevah vs Syd Vicious lyrics

[Round 1: Swave Sevah] Yo, paint this picture: his face, my palm After I swing with all the strength in my right arm He'll start b**hing up, running, prove he a wannabe I'll hit him up, son him, send him to the store for me Go get a dutch and something to munch on Nah, forget that; can't put food on the list He'll probably eat it before he get back; he fat! Sleep apnea n***a losing breath in his sleep Sloppy slob, grease stains, food left in his teeth I took him to Dairy Queen to satisfy his fetish for sweets I ordered a sundae, he ordered the rest of the week! Then I watched Syd battles, and in every one is the same sh** Some overconfident yelling, wordplay, and some name flips He uses his size to intimidate, along with some aggression But I don't see you as a rapper; I think you chose the wrong profession Don't waste no more money on studio sessions I got a list of suggestions of careers you can progress in How 'bout a bodyguard? A food tester? You could select all kind of things Like, how 'bout a stunt double for that black n***a from Hot Tub Time Machine? I mean, what do you see him as? Should he be kicking hype frees and spittin' verses after all? Or should he be checkin' IDs and conducting searches at the door? Be a bouncer, my n***a; I mean, think about it You ain't gotta do research, you ain't gotta rehearse You could just stand in the front in one of them tight-a** black T-shirts! [Round 1: Syd Vicious] We good? All right, we're ready for lyricism now I'm 'bout to demonstrate 68 different ways to injure Swave Make him disengage when his face gets engraved with spinning blades If he misbehaves, I'm spitting 'Ks to split his brains Catch him while he's getting blazed in that little gay ninja cave And start blastin' off heat Put a batch of small leaks through his f**ing Dragon Ball Z basketball tee! You can't rap at all, B! You're boring and weak! When you rap, all I can think about is snoring and sleep You can catch me in Miami with a who*e in the streets Or, better yet, on the Internet ignoring your tweets! I skip the pay-straight-buy of this gay fake guy 'Cause watching him rap is watching beige paint dry! And Swave can't lie; his tae kwon do is awful! Plus, his 12-gauge double-barrel's bigger than both his nostrils! This n***a's not a gangsta; he's a geek who thinks Street Fighter 4 is awesome! n***a knows all the codes for bosses, plus, he's dope with Dhalsim! This ho is harmless! Plus, his bars are garbage He couldn't even make it as a MARTIAL artist! Regardless, this n***a still think he can touch this I just hope that your kicks ain't as weak as your punches! 'Cause one fist will knock a n***a teeth through his tonsils He bleedin' and coughin'; man, I'm thinking he lost it Beatin' the carca** until he sleepin' unconscious Or squeezin' the cartridge until my finger's exhausted! Lunacy, n***a! [Round 2: Swave Sevah + Kap Kallous] Kit-Kat, Twix, bu*terfingers, Snickers Sing-Sing, Folsom, Pelican Bay, San Quentin Hershey, Nestle Crunch, 5th Avenue, Mars Alcatraz, Attica, Riker's, Oz Now, y'all like, "Swave buggin' out! That hardly rhymed!" You right! I'm just comparing his bars to mine! See, Syd Vicious is fictitious Y'all buyin' this B? Y'all think his lyrics are sick with it? Y'all lyin' to me! You perpetrate, your team actors; who you tryin' to be!? I heard you say you eat rappers, somehow that I believe But I'm a different breed of rapper type Better control that appetite 'Cause the moment you have a bite, you going straight to your afterlife! We could do this, lyrically, physically, bars or bangers From 16s to 16, one in the chamber Listen, I don't wanna hear this big n***a rap nothin' And y'all giving him his own division was bad judgment Florida versus Georgia!? Seriously! Kap crushed him! And somehow the audio mysteriously malfunctioned? Kap, I know he your friend But let's read between the lines, my n***a…it was HIM! You know something I don't? [Round 2: Syd Vicious] All right Now everybody here gon' believe that Swave be clappin' them hammers And the mixtape, that video malfunction sh** was hot when G said it in Atlanta Now, hold it Watching G Souldier's battle against Deacon Frost was like watching your mother die from a stroke in slow-motion YOU fu*kING OVERRATED fu*kING f*gGOT! Yo, I'm a real n***a, so I wouldn't stand here and tell a boldfaced lie But when you Google “Swave Sevah”, the results say…”Why?” Yo, so, Kap, how you gon' put a Mac against a Civic When his frame folded from the impact of a collision? Wait, if you flipping keys with him, you better make a tactical decision Or run and get your gats and ammunition ‘Cause if them D's get him, this n***a finna crack and get to snitchin' You better hide your cheese when them rats is in the kitchen! And that skeeze with him? That b**h got a vaginal condition! And when that f*ggot goes to sniffin' [sniffs] Got a crabbish odor in it Like a bag your clothes have been in…after going fishin'! This ba*tard know he trippin'! Swave Sevah is horrid! How he Unsigned Hype when he incredibly boring!? This n***a's not even top-tier, but he swear he the hardest Well, the buck stops here; you're embarra**ing Harlem! b**h n***a, you ain't touchin' or matchin' to my shine It sounds like I'm bucking a ratchet when I rhyme Take a blade, start cuttin' your back to divide spine Motherf**er, you the ugliest rapper in Grind Time! Hold on! n***a- hold on! n***a, I came here to see Ness vers' Iron Solomon, Maniphest vers' DoubleDeuce, Madness vers' Soul Khan You were just an excuse! And the truth, I was with his b**h last night That ho could deep-throat a leaf blower! This f*ggot gettin' his hair re-braided at G Souldier's sleepover! [Round 3: Swave Sevah] All right, listen This question is for all direct in that area [points behind him] [points to Syd] I'll get back to you in a minute Where the f** does Syd come from? How the f** is he relevant? What dues have you paid that made y'all make him a President? Don't tell me y'all did- got somethin' intimidating, y'all did it for fights ‘Cause, Drect, you ain't no l'il n***a Madd Illz, you kickin' n***as off bikes I mean, look, it's can't be his rhymes ‘Cause all he got is GrindTime battles, and a few of those he s**ed in What is it, his size? You mean to tell me that the two of y'all couldn't jump him!? He just a big-a** country bumpkin hailin' from the Land of the Peach And this the n***a that y'all made Georgia's Commander-in-Chief? I got y'all back! Just hand him to me See, I demand a recount! It's about time this man get impeached! Cabinet breach Your b**h a** get hit fast Quick jab, dip grab Flip, stab, kick, slash Feel somethin' cold pressed against abs Quick flash, big blast…I'm twistin' your wig back! See, I came to put an end to this riff-raff Walk with caution, or be chalked up as an unfortunate mishap Doubt you'll survive, but if you do, get used to that sh** bag And know I always finish what I started, so expect to get kidnapped! b**h-slap, ribs snap He screamin' in agony! Meat-hook him and hang him up like a slab of beef Series of combos, test my speed and strength on his body Man, it look like I'm re-enactin' the freezer scene out of Rocky! Punch-drunk, I do this type of sh** for fun After this, I'mma drag him down, stand him up on his front door, ring his bell, and run! [Round 3: Syd Vicious + Swave Sevah] Hold on, I got something to say Yo, holdonholdonholdon! Man, this n***a had the nerve to ask for 90-second rounds Prepared 60-second bars, and slowed them motherf**ers down Hold on, hold on Hold on Swave is older than a Pagan sculpture from an ancient culture! b**hes hate and roast ya ‘cause your face is grosser than Ray Liotta's! And your house has the stankin' odor of an Asian grocer! And your mouth smells like eggs and sulfur; you need baking soda! The game is over for this blatant poser, fakin' Souldier You ain't slanging doja or banging toasters from hanging holsters! n***a, stop! You ain't flippin' rocks out them kitchen pots! Get the cops! b**h was in prison not for pickin' locks! But if this n***a talk like Big and ‘Pac, I'll get the Glock Run up, hit his crib, and watch as him and Pops be kickin' box Aim and co*k it Hit Swavey Crockett with 80 rockets, take his wallet Makin' profit like Spacely Sprocket's bank deposits! n***a, my game is polished! Famous scholar, get your fame demolished with Jason bombin' like Halley's Comet! What Swave be rhymin' is so dishonest, it make me vomit So I wave the Llama like it's a flag and I'm patriotic! b**h n***a, I battled Heartless! n***a, Surgeon General, Soul Khan, Kap motherf**ing Kallous G Souldier; n***a, f**ing Yung Z.M., Ness Lee; all of them in an actual motherf**ing challenge! n***a, hold on. This n***a battled f**ing…n***a, who..f**ing? (Chuck Black!) n***a, Chuck Black, n***a!? First battle! That was my first battle, though! n***a, my first battle was Heartless! Chuck Black!? Some n***a named Imaredo!? Medina and Fredo were nice, but I'm ON ANOTHER LEVEL?! My n***a Collide caught a body; this p**y n***a drove home Cryin' ‘bout how he got robbed in the Ozone He can't control his hormones, and he don't hold no chrome So f** a Team Homi! CALL HIM TEAM h*mo!