Tantrum vs. Reverse Live

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[Round 1: Tantrum] Why the fuck you here tryna act big and proud? Didn't you get the memo we passed in the crowd? No fat chicks allowed Ay this motherfucker, fat fucking heavyweight If he was to get engaged, he'd rush the marriage date, just for the wedding cake Yo why would you flow in public? Shouldn't you use your whole circumference to guard some white girl and her Golden Compass? I'm surprised you don't hit up birthday parties and go on to scare kids I wanna meet the guy that taught this polar bear tricks What the fuck is wrong with this fat fucker? Your rap structure is lackluster Your stupid ass fake as fuck, you're the fakest chump I bet the last time you had an Asian slut It was a guy, you paid him 80 bucks to make you nut I hope you get razor bumps the next time you shave your cunt You little fat fuck Probably like to get ass-fucked, by a MAC truck [Round 1: Reverse Live] I'll split ya' lips and leave you with an open smile My flow is wild, you got a bogus style Will somebody from this Oakland crowd, call Eddie Murphy and tell him I found his fucking Golden Child And just as a warning, I'ma show up to your house one day, and kick over your couch fuck-face Leave your carpet covered in mud stains, flip over your dinner table just to fuck up your feng shui And I'll rape you dog, and his mother, is the nastiest heifer y'all Fuck a massage parlor, you could get a happy ending, just for ordering the right special off the menu at his dad's restaurant And it's not just your mom, 'cause your sister, she's a whore I picked her up on at work, but I couldn't wait to get home and beat it raw So I just made her suck me off until her knees were sore, at the entrance of your family-owned convenience store And straight up, get too close to me I guarantee I'll sock your face And Tantrum, I gotta say, this outfit that you rocked today Makes you look like a Shaolin monk that's about to rob a bank [Round 2: Tantrum] Check it out, I'm 'bout to wreck it raw I'm fly I rob banks? Bitch, you rob my fucking restaurant supply Fuck is up with this guy? Every time you think you're fucking tight when you're busting a rhyme What the fuck is up with him, think he's a better emcee? I'm Tantrum bitch, you are not more aggressive than me You think he's on some fucking hardcore shit? You can see his footage on YouTube, type in 'Star Wars kid' Bitch, do you even know what the battle artform is? Well you're too busy, tryna kill a dark lord Sith He eats fried grease as if that was acceptable Someone pass him a vegetable 'fore he overloads his gastro-intestinals Yo you think being selfish makes you a crazy old nutcase? You like stealing ice cream from eight-year-olds fuck-face It's like, come on, make your own sundae This guy went on a Subway diet, and ate a whole Subway Ayo, you're a weak fuck You have a secret crush on a penis pump and you probably want a cream puff [Round 2: Reverse Live] Ok you're "nice" with the fat jokes, but it's obvious I have an enormous waist But your eating habits are the only reason you're in shape 'Cause you have to hunt down the neighborhood cats, before you can put 'em on your dinner table, grab a fork and plate and start to gorge your face I rip the dope percussions I already knew your plan of attack, just call me fat like it's a fact I didn't know or something But recognize, this huge motherfucker will whip Godzilla's ass, and show you that your people were scared shitless over nothing And straight up, history proves I'll crush this cat 'Cause every time the Asian has the upper hand, the white dude is always coming back Which is why I know, when Lex Luger picked up Yokozuna at SummerSlam You buried your face in your fucking hands and cried yourself to sleep for a month you fag Straight up, you're past your prime, which is why I shake my head at all your bars And the same reason I find it ironic, that the frontman of Rising Asterisk is a falling star [Round 3: Tantrum] Don't even try and battle bitch, this the Rising Asterisk I'll fucking hit your chest with a flying dragon kick I'ma fucking leave your mind with damages, till you need a fucking psychoanalyst You fucking bitch-ass fuck Wanna get your big ass chunked Yo what the fuck is up with this cat? I don't even know, I just think his fucking lungs will collapse every time he do some jumping jacks Why the fuck you even try to rhyme? I think you better off fucking poisoning yourself with some cyanide Yeah you faggot-ass bitch, you ain't into vagina meat and tits He'd rather slide a penis tip, in his giant cleavage slit Who the fuck thinks this guy can even spit? You only doing acapellas now 'cause you can't ride a beat for shit That's why they sent me for, why would you try to act tougher? Your rap structure's lackluster you fat fucker And I know why this chump is overgrown Someone fed a tub of Toblerones, to Buzz from Home Alone [Round 3: Reverse Live] You need to stop getting in my face and back the fuck up, 'cause a right hook'll leave ya' rocked boy And on top of that your breath smells like hot soy, bok choy, and cock toys And straight up, it's round three, and I'm Kano with the knife in his fist And you're not gonna see Lu Kang do a bicycle kick You're just gonna witness a fatality, while I wrap my hand around your heart, tighten the grip then rip the life from ya' tits I hope you kneel down in front of the altar on your damn dresser And try to channel the spirits of your ancestors with some kung fu hand gestures 'Cause it's gonna take all you got, when this man's lectures Start to apply mad pressure, and crack open ya' chest like I found some fucking sand treasure Aah, you know I spit the dopest lines And you'll probably go home to your folks tonight and quote 'em right? You'll never be able to explain how a girl's choch is tight 'Cause you're a fag and you're the only Asian who's blown a guy more times than Kobe Tai I spit with the impact that'll shake the earth, damage cars and split fenders Someone tell Avatar the windbender to step up his battle bars and spit better