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MC Beat Shaq vs. Bean Daddy Vick
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I can't drive a stick, but I can drive your granny to the post office//
You know you can't handle me, your grasp on Level 3 Magic Missile is novice// So duck and cover whilest I smother your lover's hovercraft with mayo// You'll be begging for mercy, but while my courtesy is true, my appetite is for Scott Baio// So allow me to strap you down and prep your dolphin for waxing// Because killing time has arrived, and I find jigsaw puzzles relaxing// If you can move this inertia you'll still find your rhymes are meek// I can chug a gallon of pickle brine when you're in the kitching chopping leeks// But I'm not booking a cooking, I'm summoning a bludgeoning// Of classy puns setting my phasers to stun, carpetbagging your politcal running// Daft as an Oldsmobile, your hip-hop whackness is apparent, you're just a sad clown// As I harness the four elements to send you back to the future, packing an almanac like Doc Brown// You're all washed up, I know you're getting hot but here comes the humdinger// Go back to your mother or I'll demolish your private yacht with an 80's glam rock singer. |
You must be a fool to be challenging me//
I'm gonna drop the bomb like SCOTTY D// Gonna watch you hurt and suffer in pain// Gonna watch your ass RUN just like the LONG TRAIN// For vaginas, gin, and sex you're all zeros// Your only hope is to pray to your CARTOON HEROS// Your knees get weak your pants fill with poo// You'd best respect me boy because I'm BRILLIANT 2 U// Beat Shaq you know you can't stand up to the man// Watch me kick your ass like I KICK THE CAN// It's on, bitch. You'll soon be dead meat// Can you feel that, punk? It's THE BURNING HEAT// Give me an inch and I'll run for a mile// You momma smokes more crack than NAOKI J STYLE// |
You're dancing moves are formidable, but you'll be banned from my disco//
I'll dance ballet, and pirouette, while dousing my loins in crisco// So buckle yourself in and witness a bastion of philosophical wit// I'm referring to my mind power, I can move pyramids with this shit// My victory won't be pyrrhic, for my art of war sprouts like spores// Inhale a few, my funk in your lungs, but you still need nasal strips not to snore// As I hypnotize you through force of beat and tempo, you feel weary// You thoughts dreary, your vision bleary, you fall asleep on your pillows// I'll take the opportunity to teabag your face for 10 points and kudos// When I snap my fingers, 1, 2, 3, and you're aroused to wake// To find your wallet is missing and your ass is more raw than you prefer your steak// Go and call the cops, we know you need The Man to come your aid// But my lawyer is jewish, so grab your purse and flee this foolish crusade. |
I'm a pioneer watch the path that I pave//
That's why the ladies call me a DYNAMITE RAVE// But look at you boy you're a faerie, a queen// Looks like I'll have to hook you to the TRIP MACHINE// You're right in my trap, my plan will be unfurled// I knock you out first then send your ass to JET WORLD// So stuff your face fatty eating sandwiches with ham// Then come on and try your hardest see if you can MAKE A JAM// It's over, you're washed up like Grant, Horace// You molest children in the DARK BLACK FOREST// You're more n00b than Saibot and I'll kill you like Bill// Gonna make you wet your pants like when you play SILENT HILL// Forget it, you're done, I can see that you're taxed// Meanwhile I spout rhymes faster than the LEGEND OF MAXX// |
I can see you like Konami, but I'm the Vick Viper and you're out of options//
Now get your ass out of the nursery, those babies aren't food, they're new adoptions// You're covered in soot from chimney sweeping and run a maid service with goons// If you're so spic and span you should take a minute to clean your filthy panaloons// Your gluttony for punishment knows no end// Why are you even challenging me, there's still holes in your modified plush animals you need to mend// Your effort was applaudable, but I'm going for the mercy kill like Manhunt// As I give you an unappreciated snap kick to the testicles, that's right, say ta-ta to your junk// You won't be needing that as a registered sex offender, you whacko// Now serve out your community service at Denny's along with Jacko// |
Kicking out the phat rhymes whenever I'm in the mood//
Move on over, boy I'm turning on the AMPLITUDE// We both know this is over so be a man don't whine// You never had a shot up against my BASELINE// You're know that you're blown out just like a faulty socket// Nothin left to do but watch me blast off in this ROCKIT// I can see you're running out of steam, this much I have surmised// Your beats are whack, your rhymes are flat, your voice is SYNTHESIZED// Now I think I'm going to eat some sushi with wasabi// You got that, boy? It's over, chump. Just go home KIMOSABE// |
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