Pigsty vs. Random

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[Round 1: Random] I got him his first battle in the States Ayo, Reddit, if you wanna pay homage, I ain't gon' sweat it But it's cash only, homie: don't take no credit I charge him an arm and a leg, tissue and bone They finna miss you at home Everybody co-sign him 'til I get you alone (a loan) And your boy lost this matchup before the coin toss had happened Fuck winning, dawg, the point's all to travel I only still do this to enjoy watchin' battles And my job's makin' it seem easy to do Refrigerator magnet: I stick to keepin' it cool I'm live, 3-D, wild, beastly You mild, PG, just smile, be sweet Y'all look at how we dress and think Sty'll (style) beat me? Shit, I don't even care, just keep it peaceful, player 'Fore I cave in your skull like an evil lair But aw, naw, y'all, I'm wildin' Long-haired, supposed to be nonviolent Dawg, try it The quiet type, let hands fly: Palm Pilot on silent! I came to say it's plain as day there ain't even a game to play My style covers all the bases: no need for a rain delay But hey, today, everybody say they matter, with the same eight patterns I ain't seen the game state sadder So I'm here to overshadow any grey-day rapper Yo, the nomad's home You better hold that row I'll beat your whole damn flow Boy, I kick it nuts like roshambo Little bastard, please, you wanna rap wit' me? You gotta say it wit' your chest like a graphic tee! This a masterpiece, the formula for the evening Like your performance is gonna beat me? I put evolution in writing: Origin of the Species So just lie down slowly and call time now, homie They gon' watch this battle back...for my rounds only Plus I can't stand your accent when you rap that crap Canadian goose: all I hear is "wack, wack, wack" You're like a Aflac ad in a snapback hat! And you're half-blind, and that's fine, but when this cyclops raps It's all about how he wanna try combat My guy, stop that You can't even make eye contact A damsel in distress: you just lie on tracks VanCity, every one of your icons wack Send your best soldier, get a pine box back! Now try and top that [Round 1: Pigsty] On vacay...why deny the entree plate? The dance and the song ain't changed, and we not playin' games It's Vancouver in this bitch, and it always rains 'Cause somethin' gotta keep the flowers growin' on late graves Try and watch a Random battle Shit, I'd rather watch a random 16-bar challenge on Madd Illz's channel! Catch a vic' with an ox, make a bad example Pull a Victor Knox in an Adam's apple! Suckas like you get stabbed for the rent You got somethin', I want somethin', and that's nothin' that I have to regret I imagine how your cash gettin' spent, I have to get you Hansel & Gretel the way I got a plan with your bread You'll be sketchin' with a pad and a pen These hands made of lead, flashes of red Random hit the canvas instead You be drawin' all them animal heads Godfather scene, wake up with that in your bed A flash and you're dead! Caught with a stray...peep it It's lodged in your brain region Squad deep, draw heat like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan Body is freight leavin' the dock of the bay He gettin' dropped wit' the weight See if you walk on the lake, Jesus! Don't slow it down for no clowns, but I'll reiterate You'll leak a fountain drink, mouth spoutin' Minute Maid When a body shot pound your rib to paste Stepped up, now you're in the way and I'm now ya anyway Any way you cut it, you ain't humble at all You're the least-liked person that I've stumbled upon I've known battle rappers to throw a couple of shots But all of 'em were at Random - shit, what are the odds? [Round 2: Random] For those that don't know, hey, y'all kids It's Random, Chaos Prince I started whoopin' ass, ain't taken a day off since I'm used to the drama and all the usual gossip It's not all "Hakuna Matata" But I feel like I'm lookin' down from a roof up in Gotham Tryna pick out the root of the problem, and who's gonna stop 'em 'Cause nowadays, shit is gettin' troublin' Why is everyone's favorite battlers Christians and Republicans? Like the two worst things for Black people weren't religion and the government Fuck. These. Jabronis Y'all don't even know me Auto-block: FIFA goalie Auto shop: keep it rolling Y'all don't stop: beef emoji 12 Apostles: Jesus, homies I said, get wit' me, I been busy, in Sin City, Mississippi If this kid get frisky thinkin' his fists hit me Swing, sucka, guarantee it'll miss this hippy Skippy, little threats ain't gon' move me I will take yo' groupies and make home movies And if this little (*snap*) wanna say somethin' to me I got a Japanese lawyer and his name's Sosumi I said, last night, dinner with the godfather, Don mobster Two shots vodka, rock lobster Slept off in an odd posture And woke up buggin': I'm Franz Kafka! This is good night, Sty Sophisticated, cook my swine wit' good white wine That's why this cat's path don't look like mine All that time you took, I just took my time I was patient with the thing, now my name begin to ring I skated to L.A., now I'm playin' wit' the Kings Y'all were airline stewardesses: waitin' in the wings! Facts are facts They ain't even have to ask No matter how you pad the stats, you only grow to a point in the cactus patch But I wanna help, lemme try, my guy 'Cause what I advise to bide your time You gotta limit demand for high supply Raise your value, rise and climb That's the path that I defined Y'all just follow suit like a private eye Sometimes I don't know why I try Sometimes I don't even know why I try… Those are amateur moves I already had the pants and the shoes, just need the camera and crew 'Cause if it's RYD, then Random's your dude [Round 2: Pigsty] The poetic form...the getup on...the head of long hair… It all says "set of lawn chairs at the Renaissance Fair" I heard you even met yourself a debutante, player 'Cause y'all know he did that crossbow seminar there You rockin' Seinfeld's puffy shirt like it's completely normal If humans could travel time like Quantum Leap, the portal would be your wardrobe Every time you eat DiGiorno's, you cut the pizza into a "Z" for Zorro He'll wear anything thinkin' he won't fail JNCOs? Maybe Speedos? A fleece? Oh, well You tryin' to break into fashion? Blaze some neon trail? Bitch, you rode in on Joseph's Technicolor Dreamcoat-tails Here's some weirdo hippie nomad just lurkin' about Your friends' spots is your hostels, you're turnin' 'em out Billy Joel the way you crash and burn in their house Man, they say you're on a wave...you're just surfin' a couch You find a building that's vacant, then it's chill, you're vacationin' You and those raccoons can really build a relationship Livin' it dangerous He was hitchin' a train to this with his belongings hangin' off a stick and a handkerchief That nose is the disability you're gettin' comp' for I mean, what kind of industry would get him on board? Got an application sent to Job Corps They suggested you do fetish schnoz porn with that Texas Longhorn! Plus you stay trollin' forums for a confidence booster People called you a loser, you fuckin' tossed your computer You don't like TalkBack? How this Guy Fawkes mask gon' lose face and get tight on some Anonymous users? [Round 3: Random] Before comin' out to rhyme wit' y'all I was gettin' stoned in the desert like Islamic law, without the mob involved I was feelin' pretty great, quiet, calm Chillin' wit' a J (Jay): Silent Bob What's the violence on? Do gun bars, "I hate this so-and-so" I should violate your totem pole We ain't seen the cat bust since My Neighbor Totoro You wouldn't load a clip on YouTube, you dumbfuck fan Wise up, this lyin' punk ain't got a gun tucked, damn So if you run up, jam, it's just your bum luck, fam' Fuck a battle, little homie: I'm that One-Punch Man And you look like a douchebag Well, if the Ray-Bans fit Way cooler - I ain't here to play that shit Kid's out of this world: y'all can call him Spaceman Spiff I'm talkin' to him, rock the room: this the caveman's crib But this what happens when Young Zappa's among rappers Dumb bastards can't tell Rembrandt from a Dutch Master I'm one past ya The perfect dose of bourbon, coke, of Surfer Rosa Urban culture, purple doja, sperm and ova Think the worst is over? Motherfucker, you don't deserve the closer! I been watchin' you lose for years This Vancouver dude could use a new career So this L's a souvenir just to prove that you were here You barely left your town before What's all that talk of talent for? Without the force of crowd support, son has straight died! So any clear wins is near-misses (Mrs.): Runaway Bride! And it's gonna take time to find the lesson to it You've shown little growth, dawg, and less improvement I gotta wonder, money, why are (wire) you here? Western Union Now I'mma stress it to him, 'cause not everybody's got the stomach To cut through tiers (tears): choppin' onions You either top the summit or drop and plummet And the latter (ladder) ain't even an option, brother 'Cause I don't think you're my enemy But if they ignore my legacy, I'll stay a sleeper hit like The Bourne Identity! This a surefire remedy to take battle rap professional I had to ramp it up to make it handicap-accessible! You talkin' that nonsense, and not in the Top 10 Call me Cambodia: got a phenom pen (Phnom Penh) Why would I stop then? I'm hot as your mom friend Ali Uza, the Godsend, Hallelujah and Amen! [Round 3: Pigsty] I'm done wit' him now...and I noticed that you're mad because I'm stylin' And this battle was decided 'fore my man bat an eyelid Picture that - imagine it was Random actin' violent Then it's Channel 4 reporting on this random act of violence! You do love poems, gettin' your romanticizin' on You get sad and write your thoughts, bitches laugh and write you off They don't like this desperate herb or that pansy vibe at all That's why your type getting curved like the Hansen Writing Ball As for your challengers? Half of them, I wouldn't rate them Your wins is wind sprints, you battle bums at record pacin' Padded up your resume, stance your buzz is elevatin' This fuck up that quick run like random number generation So what to do when I could clown this dude with little effort? Piss him off like last line, when I just assumed your gender Or be funeral director, every rudiment and measure Bars Give You Goosebumps: you can choose your own adventure! I schooled those you a student of You knew this when you entered So with you, I didn't feel a Newton of the pressure With this loss, your wins are just old news, it ain't remembered Style is (stylus) sharp, put a scratch to every groove that on your record You are every college kid in Vancouver who's attending at a Humanism lecture group with Rupert this semester Precision-cut, splittin' up your noodle to the centre Have to suture it together like your ruined vintage sweaters! Kimura lock, humerus collector Necktie from Peru, Stu squeeze the juices from the nectar! Countin' every ounce of loot that you surrender 'Cause off top, I'm takin' Random shit: call this Doo-Doo in the Desert!