[Round 1: Behn Grym]
They talkin' wild out here, like I ain't better than my own protégé
Well, you and Megaton both takin' Ls tonight, 'cause he ain't even a pro to Che!
And as for Adam, the mack will more (Macklemore) than hurt him, you'll get lowered into an open grave
You thrift shoppin'...you get put in a suit off some throwaways
Red-headed b*tches is freaks, 'cause me and his mom known to get wild
It's more than a metaphor when I treat this redhead like my stepchild
We didn't even make it to the room, I smashed her in the lobby
I'm like a priest at the communion, I'll turn this cracker into a body!
He performs spoken word, so after I slam this poet he'll feel back in his prime
'Cause I ain't gotta clap him, I just snap him after his lines
So it was never really right to call this cat a rookie
You know spoken word is like a dental dam, it's just a wrap for pussies
His mom and dad is rich, so if we rob him it's more than snatchin' a chain
I'll hit him with the silver spoon so far back in his mouth, he gets stabbed in the brain
I'll revoke your hood pass, make sure you not good in here
His last name is Merkin, so you know we got a fake pus*y here
You a culture thief, a vulture, a leech
Why you using the voice that black people use to talk to police?
You grew up at Broadway and Park Place, you not in these streets
I'll put the iron to this square like a Monopoly piece!
He so mad he can't be black that he's bitter
When teachers asked what he wanna be when he grew up, he answered, "A n*gga."
So, outta spite, he became a Klansman, but black men is what this faggot is in-ta
How you K K K when you f*ck black men? You the Kardashian sisters!
All your sh*t for Pro was racist, but you say you NOT racist? That's some crazy stuff
This n*gga start every sentence he ever say with "I hate to be racist, but... "
You a high-in-salt type cracker, when I'm done with this soft white rapper
He'll be online after typin' "All Lives Matter!"
[Round 1: Adam]
You said my mom's a whore? Well you’re right. So it's time you got some viral shots
'Cause if it burns when you p*ss now, you know why they call her a fire-crotch!
What, you thought since I'm a white boy that he would scare me pale?
You can't rep the brothers Grym, your life is a fairy tale
You and your wife are on some Boy Meets World sh*t, and she's at best average
You've been with one b*tch your whole life, don't try to tell me Behn's savage (Ben Savage)
He doesn't have a set he's bangin', he was busy wedding plannin'
How're you gonna make that b*tch Topanga when her pus*y looks like Topanga Canyon!
f*ck the guns you say you pack man (Pac-Man), me and your miss are knockin' boots
And when I'm done I might kill that prostitute like I'm trying to keep my Grand Theft Auto loot
Yeah, she swallows too, she's like Kirby how she inhales every drop
Then I'll do her like Metal Gear and put my Solid Snake in her box!
You don't own a sole caliber (Soul Calibur), if you control a (controller) gun it's Nintendo brand
That's why the block won't fill your lines like you're in a Tetris jam
Where you pulling weapons from? 'Cause you got punked by Megaton without a TEC in (Tekken) hand
If you really had those big arms, you would've taken a shot at Mega, man! (Megaman)
I know you're probably wondering why I designed these bars about video games for my writtens
It's 'cause this motherf*cker designs video games for a livin'!
Tell them the truth, tell them these gun bars are just bluffing for fame
Tell them what you really mean when you say you're making money from the game!
You ain't going hard in the gutter, you're dealing with marketing numbers
If you got fire power from the pipe you're playing Mario Brothers
The closest thing you get to beef is when kids on X-Box trash talk to each other
The closest you get to pimpin' is when you come home and tell your daughter you love her!
Oh, sh*t, y'all didn't know? Yeah, he's a family man
So if he's talking about sharing cells, it ain't jail, he's just got a family plan
So I'm exposing my own friend, I'm on that white devil sh*t
I just showed this game designer what the next level is!
[Round 2: Behn Grym]
So you wanna diss my wife? Cool, I guess I gotta let you know what's up
For comin' at her I'll (Adderall) have bullets riddlin' (Ritalin) your frame, n*gga, now focus up!
I'm a Beast to this Boy, I'll shoot at his team and clap whoever
MCA, Ad-Rock ...Adam will either die first or lose his man forever
They say he'd kill me, it's over him the priest say "Amen"
The tables is turned, they mourning Adam like he DJ AM!
Your girl dumped you over some battle rap sh*t, that's a true story, B
So you lost some pus*y to win a battle? Only thing f*cked is your priorities
And her name is Maya, like the people who worshiped gods with savage rites
So it's only right that Maya ripped his heart out like a human sacrifice!
His dad's a famous writer, so wherever you go his shadow hits you
What a surprise... another white b*tch with daddy issues
They say you a dope writer, but you not the best in your family, is you?
sh*t, if he was to battle with you, you'd be Marvin Gaye... your old man would KILL you!
You a Shermanator impersonator, walkin' around here with you panties tangled
Corniest red-headed b*tch in rap since Jay flipped the Annie sample
We both got treated like disease cause society didn't like us
Well f*ck that, I'd rather have n*gga-itis than ginger-vitis!
It was that one time I let you try sayin' "n*gga" fast
But it really don't matter if you get a n*gga Pass if you ain't felt a n*gga's past!
If we was to go around and start killing crackers, I'm coming to your college where you chill son
You thought we wouldn't get revenge for Mike Brown, I'll catch you there and will son (Wilson)
He did a school project on battle rap, that's the only reason his ho ass got to talk to me
So here's my interview answer, Adam: "EAT A di*k"... and you better quote that properly!!!
[Round 2: Adam]
You wanna get personal? Let's get personal...
His real name is Osiris, that's the Egyptian death god
Whose wife is Isis... which is perfect, cause if he's home late she'll take his f*cking head off!
So yeah my b*tch ripped my heart out, at least that's the only body part I have gone
Your b*tch? Call her LeBron with how easy she keeps your balls in her palm!
She's a stuck-up c*nt, wherever they go she makes him pay
The way you stunt to stay in the box, it's like you're David Blaine
I just wonder what your ancestors who were slaves would say
Cause you get cuffed and whipped by the ball and chain till you're Fifty Shades of Grey!
But for real, I respect how having a family changed your life's focus
Especially after your kid was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis
That's why you did this battle, to pay for her care with the funds
So you're putting food on her plate. TOO BAD YOU CAN'T PUT AIR IN HER LUNGS!
With every breath she takes, she feels the sting like it's hard labor
She sounds like Darth Vader choking to death on a jawbreaker
The sh*t she coughs up looks like an abstract painting, she'll probably be an art major
She can't do the most basic parts of living, it's obvious God hates her!
And now your battle career is finished running its course
It's like your daughter gasping for breath and always coming up short
You hate the things other men would love to hear from their daughters
Like when she tells you you're the air that she breathes it means you're a terrible father!
So I'll blow my secondhand smoke all in her face, and it's not a mistake
Then I'll flick my cigarette at her f*cking oxygen tank!
And the gene for her disease is mostly found in white men
So you should have some questions for your wife then
Like "why the f*ck is she so light-skinned?"