Syd Vicious - Syd Vicious vs Lexx Luthor lyrics

Round 1 [Syd Vicious] I said I'mma be honest, I ain't bring sh** but one round and filler, n***a 'Cause a real shooter know it only takes one round to k** a n***a I said it's been a long time coming, Lexx, you've been scared of these bars Get ready to fall Mufasa on that ledge, and I'm Scar I keep a l'il Uzi with me, like Cannon and Dram' Don't make me back out on you like a narrow garage The Devil is God, my n***a I've been writing this whole week But I don't write words All I write...fire emojis You try to mic jack, you gonna die in your own sleep The way I preach to 'em, this body remind me of Cochise I said you ga**ed, inner tube, so I'll give you a slow leak I will plug you, flat-out, airing, your flow weak Don't speak Get robbed in the grill, no gold teeth Sock you in the mouth, I'm Mick Foley with that dope reach Now, y'all think I'm supposed to k** his a** with personals, right? Well, I don't give a f** enough about your personal life! You gonna talk about me being President, my career, or how I choked on the mic- like everybody else I battle b**h, get a flow and a wife! This n***a sweet He be looking for dirt and digging deep He be scrolling through your Facebook, checking a n***a tweets He be all up in your e-mails, searching through WikiLeaks (That's that Hillary Clinton sh**!) Yo, his b**h a beast from the East named Renee I missed her cheeks, so I hit the freak I said, so I hit the freak, flirting To see how that mouth working When you leave, she out serving When you home, devout virgin He caught us on the couch t**ng I cut her with the head, I'm a scalp surgeon She on her knees, cleaning up the mess, she got house serving You ain't about murking I'll wet you with them rings, that's a shower curtain A bunch of arms lift him off his feet, like he crowd surfing Lunacy! [Lexx Luthor] You better axe about me! I'll leave this whole place stumped, I'm a lumberjack I couldn't wait to get this p**y in the ring, like the ThunderCats You know what they said, they need a cheap opponent for my f**ing match I mean, oh, that's it, I could stomach that What's up, Snuffleupagus? This gonna be a whipping, it should be All you did in battle rap was lose to some old guys; someone give him a cookie You ran Grind Time Atlanta, right? I ain't a betting man, but you're fitting to push me The president's about to get trumped, and I got a grip on it, p**y You should've held your division down Looked into pay-per-views and expanding the bandwidth Instead of only paying attention to the door money and expanding your band width Notice when I talk about Grind Time, his hand twitch 'Cause it all went bad after every event got milked that you ran, Syd And he just copped a new crib, but had to buy the canopy separate He says he's the king of his household, and not the man to be messed with I got some goons that'll sneak in your son's room while your family's resting And take Syd's heir's sh** like Final Fantasy 7! You're the a**istant manager of the hotel, Jason, but look like your f**ing job's welding You six-two, 260, and look like you softer than bu*terscotch velvet I'm a f**ing fat kid from New York, and every rapper within 100 blocks felt it They put me on to gain momentum, like the Juggernaut helmet! And that's ironic, 'cause you're a heavy metal-head, even named yourself Syd Vicious Switched to battle rap, fell off, now he about to quit spitting Plus you was in a band, couldn't even sell six tickets So, shut the f** up; you got to rock with rap like Limp Bizkit! Team f**ing Homi, man! It's Round 1! Aye, that was for y'all, man! Make some f**ing noise, man! Let's go! Round 2 [Syd Vicious] I said, this is the second-round eulogy, n***a Or should I say divorce? You separating from the game when you take this loss 10-4, stolen line! This your day in court And I'm the prosecutor for the case, let me make the charge The defendant, Lexx Luthor, he be taking bars When I battled Syah, I had a line that was crazy hard I said, "I'll lick a barrel to his neck like a St. Bernard!" Crowd cheered, the whole room start to shake in awe That was on Don't Flop; don't act like you ain't involved! 'Cause you was there to battle Brixx when we made the call And, not even a year later, this lazy fraud says, "Your dog get a barrel on his neck like a St. Bernard!" n***a, that sh** the same! n***a, listen, this next sentence, I'mma make it harsh The god'll rock your whole head, like the face on Mars I said, we make examples out of n***as that'll break the laws And since you did the crime, b**h n***a, you facing bars! Now, if you take the plea and catch this 30, you're safe to leave I'm a nightmare, like Freddy appearing in Jason's dreams Lexx Luthor, all that Superman sh**, that's make-believe I can get one of my Crips tonight to make him bleed! b**h, I stay with trees burning, so I tend to forget sh** I remembered to make sure you never forget this You giftless; you don't even celebrate Christmas You a battle comedian, I'm a battle emcee; it's a difference! These n***as nowadays, all they need is a gimmick They Christian or a nerd, you ain't meaner than Vicious I'm hot; n***a, you can't even be in my kitchen You a b**h, so it's only right I leave you the dishes, n***a! Let's go! Lunacy! [Lexx Luthor] He said I took lines; your verses should come with Carfax 'Cause you stole my Trey Songz/Trayvon/J'Kwon rap Y'all ever seen Bar Rescue? Well, where the alarms at? You ain't Jon Taffer, motherf**er! Gimme my bar back! You got surpa**ed by all the rappers that you put on, the whole starting team Brixx Belvedere, John John Da Don, and even Carter Deems Nowadays, you on YouTube, biting bars and schemes Trying to reword the punch like an Arthur meme You gonna have to prove you a vet tonight; let's go, Syd They gonna say I slayed a name on some d**hstroke sh** This Tommy dream about a Kendo stick Keep thinking it's a game, and you could get the hands on screen like Nintendo Switch! You are a piece of sh**! Let's have a quick discussion You could blindfold me and put a hand behind my back; I got this fist for something You got a Christopher Wallace disguise for Halloween, and the sh**'s disgusting I hope you're the only one at the costume party, 'cause you're Big for nothing! I keep k**ing rappers, I can't sleep; I just stay up and kiss my Bible WCW; in this ring, we gonna see if Syd's a psycho I'll chop him up in pieces, and rip his spinal Then hide the limbs in the laundry mat; it's a Vicious cycle! I bring gun bars to life, you can get lead injections This .38 locks on his dome like dreadhead extensions I'll do a drive-by in Texas, with my West End connections Watch me steer with a revolver and a rifle in the back like Red Dead Redemption! Man, s** my dick and write a book about it! Keep banging! Round 3 [Syd Vicious] I said you'll get a fade in a box; that's a retro cut This pump a summer blockbuster, get your whole set blown up Lucky sevens in the clip, I'mma press yo' luck Think Powerball, you getting mill's with a couple of bucks You'll get a big chopper drawn at you chest; that's Brock Lesnar I bring the iron in when I'm bored, the Glock press ya Magazines if you play, boy, you not Hefner Can't dash if I touch you, Lexx; you not a Tesla Hold on, hold on, who you rep, bro? n***a, Writers Bloque? S.O.N.S.? Ammo? n***a, the Dallas Cowboys? This n***a be clique-jumping Became an honorary member of Team Homi, and started dick-s**ing Their sticks busting We quick-rushing like Emmett Smith running You wanna be famous? Good! I'm shooting stars, you got your wish coming! I said, I keep two fours armed, call 'em Goro and Sheeva They'll line you up back-to-back like Follow the Leader Swallow your pride, or see if you can swallow the Nina Or you get a little cap to the back of your head; Hava Nagila! (L'chaim!) I said, grill cooking outside of your dome, that's a tailgate Move and get checked when I draw, n***a, stalemate Hate, and get slapped in the face You don't want no problems with me; that's not a chance this rapper wanna take! Wait, wait, wait, Pen, don't this n***a look like Sarah Connor? No, no, for real, like a bit taller and a little fat? I'm like Sarah Connor, too, the Sarah that brought the real strap! Get punched over a punchline, leave your grill cracked! And that line wasn't a punchline; that was real (rap!) If I don't get Battler of the Year, I'm 'bout to steel-clap! So tell the Source I got a big K and an ill Mac! Listen, send me any PG n***a, I'mma grill scrap! Put me on URL, everybody getting k**ed, Smack! Lunacy! [Lexx Luthor] Yo, yo, Syd, you are big and ugly; f** how you feel inside Plus you been on a losing streak; you got a L for every time that Krillin died You are old and washed-up; I'mma k** this guy Wait, those are my bars for Marv; good thing they still apply You gon' get the bars after I school you; don't think it's true and see My Mac'll pick him up after it sit him down like a booster seat I said I wouldn't battle Syd, 'cause he ain't what he used to be But now I'm cooking, and going against the grain; I guess I'm gluten-free You got bodied by Bender, OD, it's a crime Click the link; he blew it in past like the Ocarina of Time Catch me at WeGoHard, smoking weed while I rhyme With some groupies, I needs a lot of head like Overeem in his prime! And I got a mail-order bride, she from Lebanon And ain't nobody hit it like the Pentagon (Talk that conspiracy sh**!) I said, catch me on Syd's block with my weapon on He'd turn to jet, and hide his face in the hood like Megatron! How should I k** him? I could use a kitchen knife Or let my nine decorate his crib like Christmas lights I got a photon cannon, it's a sick device And it comes from the future, like Pippen's wife! (n***a, what are you saying!?) I said, yo, yo, I'm k**ing this guy I said, for one, I throw shade like Scott Summers It's science...I had to give an L to a name like Ron Hubbard sh**'s real in the field; he get ga**ed around the room like a crop duster And they gon' pay my rent, 'cause this footage off the wall like Blockbuster! I just f**ing 3-0'd this guy; can I get a f**ing Beast Mode? (Beast Mode!) Team f**ing Homi, man!