Kid Twist vs. Bartone (Title Match) lyrics

[Round 1: Bartone]
Yo, he brought his girlfriend with him but I doubt this man touches her
Cause you hail Zultan and you're on a quest for the Continum Transfunctioner
Yo, getting swirlies in stalls left you a traumatized loser
So today Organik had to warn all the high schoolers
On the resurrection of one of the Columbine shooters
Yo, just stop dawg, your government name is horrid
And you've been getting no love in the states as a tourist
Ever since you got f*cked in the face by The Saurus
He often raps endlessly giving off this fag energy
Practicing in front of mirrors like he dodging mad enemies
It's the son of Bill Nye but his job is lab chemistry
So how you plan to rap and carry on your dad's legacy?
Yo, I'm thin but this motherf*ckers anorexic and fasting
At dinner he'll be like, "Yes, and thank you for asking."
Then spill the plate on his mat as a blatant distraction
So he can spit his steak in his napkin like it ain't ever happen
Dawg, you disgrace our country with the gayest of fashion
People look at you and confuse Canadian antics with raving and faggots
Yo, I meet Doc Brown Back To The Future to ask him for a ride
So I can warp this pterodactyl to The Land Before Time

[Round 1: Kid Twist]
Yo, let me make this perfectly clear
You are not on my level b*tch
I accepted this bet just to get revenge for Rich
Plus you're here off a win that you didn't earn rightly
So consider yourself lucky you're getting served by me
Preteen girls in Cambridge please be advised
Never trust creepy guys with beady eyes
Cause he won't care if your statutory's past
But at least you prove I spit wack and corny raps affects laboratory rats
Organik, I always knew you were a prick
This is proof you're the coldest f*cker
You let your oldest brother sleep in a homeless gutter
Then walk by him on the street like, "Nah, we don't know each other."
You should show more respect to grade-A vets
Saying you're on the same level as Rich - in what? AA steps?
You stumble like you're drunk off more than liquor
But you won't find another country bumpkin born who's slicker
He dumped his cousin for his sister
And hey, he gave his little brother tonsil hockey lessons
So I'd say I f*ckED your mom...but I don't want your sloppy seconds
[Round 2: Bartone]
Ayo, the main gap between us, is I spit masterpieces
And yeah we're both skinny, but I dress like I have a p*nis
And just so you don't get found inside a hearse
When you're shouting fighting words, don't sound like Simon Birch
Yo, you listen to Dr. Dre as a teen when he was dirt poor
Then played San Andreas and got shot in a turf war
So he said "f*ck gangsta rap. I want to learn more."
And started his own hip hop sub genre called "nerdcore"
Now I'm wondering three things
Why his rapping isn't good
And if it's Marv from Home Alone or the nail that stabbed him in the foot
When his mom found out she was [?] of this faggot
It turned into a scene with her panic attacking
She banged up the cabinets and ate battery acid
[?] chalet, cause she heard that's where family [?]
To be your own man is something you wanted really badly
But you get influenced too quick you f*cking little pansy
Yo he watch Family Guy and got a bunch up in his panties
Ready to go to England to be a London Sillinannies

[Round 2: Kid Twist]
He might be 6'8", but when it comes to flow, he's a midget
I just listened to 16 bars of your phoniest gimmicks
Man, you owe me a minute!
When he raps, you'd think it's this fake's first time
How can you hope to see your gay verse shine when you can barely make words rhyme?
He's a creep, sniffing girl's hair for a keepsake
And slips 'em roofies to put her in a weak state
That's what he calls a cheap date
Someone stop this freak for Pete's sake
He's the reason for Cambridge's steep rate of sheep rape
Yo, you losing this money, Bartone
Now you can't pay your car loan
Which sucks - 'cause he just put 20-inch dubs on that trailer park home
Eh, is this clown kidding?
Your town is nothing but fields full of cows sh*tting
How fitting
Eh, you should try to save face for your irrelevant similes
And blame your pathetic abilities on genetic deficiencies
Cause you sit in the sticks, j*rking off until the tube sock breaks
So once you meet 2Pac's fate, you'll just be a Boondock Saint
[Round 3: Bartone]
At clubs, girls laugh when he moves and his bones drop
Cause he thinks he's Harlem Shaking when he's doing The Robot
Yo, his life has no spice so he dresses like the singer Posh
He wants Friends, but girls don't want sex from a bulimic Ross
Yo, he even stopped practicing his raps for his mommy
Now he's jamming to Ozzy and headbanging to Offspring
Yo, ever since you broke down at Scribble Jam in the lobby
And realizing f*cking up on stage was your annual hobby
Yo, he wants to date out of race but this kid's an embarrassment
Just f*ck another albino chick and stick to your heritage
Yo, he refers to his favorite movies as "Dandy flicks"
And when he's not finding out what panties fit
The clown's reading manuscripts on how not to sound like Andy di*k
Yo, he can't eat off rap, and thinks he's mad fresh at spitting
But goes to college pondering math test decisions
And goes back at night to rob all the lab tech equipment
Yo, but he'll never get caught, he's not a loud noise cat
But if he does they'll think Woody's looking for his cowboy hat

[Round 3: Kid Twist]
I heard him called "the skinny male"
How can you say the kid is frail when he's so fat this killer whale tips the Richter Scale
And yeah, I know he's skinny as f*ck
I threw that scheme in a verse just to try to make your bulimia worse
C'mon man, you really think anything you said is funny?
You call me "Ross" but you look like my pet monkey
He speaks of mockery, it's like you made a whole style out of mediocrity
But I guess battle MC's these days are a cheap commodity
But he's a true find, a wack cracker who's ass-backwards drinking moonshine at noontime
I can't tell if he's a caveman or the Ku Klux is this dude's clique
Either way, he makes fire with two sticks
So anyone who predicted he'd win is insane
He just wanted to hear me mention his name to get his three minutes of fame
It's his own skill he overrates
So after this, if you even dare to show your face
At least you'll know your place