Tim - Round 1

Aight. See I don't need no lucky charms and this events big huh?

We expect I texted sKarm, no harm he said it's best that I text Anygma

So I said "What's up, do I got the go signal?"

He said "Yeah. We got an MC waiting and you can be battling DimeBag Daryl"

I was like "What the fuck? He sounds like he ain't ready to battle"

What's he gonna do, be like to bag your dude and just remove the barrel?

He's got bathroom fright. Starts to shake, roll and rattle

Now, think your sharp? All you could is kick

My words penetrate. Slice you up like a scalpel

1st contemplate before you eavesdrop I'ma strike your Adam's apple

That's if you got one or you must be Eve

You making us believe that girls are your pet peeve

Faggot, you better leave. What the fuck you trying to achieve?

To be in the roses of the 1st homosexual emcee

This square fingers his ass over posters of Derrick Ramsey Fuck it pussy.

Bet you like it when your old man whips you. Homosexual? Homofaggot shit you ain't got shit on me

Tim - Round 2

What you say won't even impress cavemen

Here's your medication the dose of smash your face on the pavement

Don't tell me to behave when

I'mma turn you and your family to slaves men

Case closed then. See, I'm a hustler. You a Momma's boy

Bet you play together. Vibrators and all sort of toys

Makes some noise for Mr. Incest who likes girls then boys 'cause who lost interest

No one wants to hear your moaning voice but there's no choice you hear 'cause for you it's a dick fest

No wonder you love going to church you get alone time with the priest when you confess

First you bone guys then you got yeast. What's next?

He about to burst. Lot's of guys in this place for him it's a feast for butt sex

Don't give your number to this faggot. He be texting you, inviting you to butt flex

'Cause even a fuck master gives you hot flashes

your friends stood their back against you be just checking out their asses

Listen, I'm keeping it fresh go add up all my crimes but still on house arrest

Let me lay this burden off your chest

You positive. Not on drugs but on the pregnancy test

Tim - Round 3

See we haven't smoked a lot of pot and already we laughing at you

Clown, where's your Mama? She should slap you

You faggots likes birds and cocks and you should flap too

Free entrance that's why you got people to clap for you

And you're an eyesore crying over Zac Efron when High School Musical toured

Your Momma is pitiful and bored

She nothing but a fucked up cynical whore

Now she pregnant and pass it through a clinical door

In this segment she should be choking you with umbilical cord

What you said, Man? You suck, Man. All you want nothing is gay fuck

You ike guys here. You're just queer. What do fuck is wrong with you?

See I jump fences. Got time behind bars. You can't come close with the battles that I fought

'Cause the only sentence you know ain't even a complete thought