[Round 1 Bender] Now he gon say Im fat, drunk, washedup and old, probably Those same tired angles, lets see if those jokes bother me I got a Jonestown Massacre effect you dont wanna see Cause one deadly punch could put a end to your whole following Now we could turn the stopwatch off or we could do limits 60 seconds to book his funeral plan, but his suit fitted Dig his grave with a 90second round, you give me a twominute Ill quarry the stone to build the mausoleum and put his tomb in it So either you gluesniffing or you come to get work A Scottish shepherd from the Highlands, thats what I deserve? You think youre on my level? Please, fuck what you heard Ill send you back to your sheep farm so you can fuck what you herd He not a threat to me on a stage or the ring Jed, go watch Macbeth if you wanna play with a king You shadowboxing with a sun god, you cant compete REDRUM I can write this murder backwards in my sleep I got a gradeA hottie with a Playmate body, your girls like 47, still in grade eight probably I should put rings to his grill like the AA Audi And stomp Soul with the sole of a grey suede Wally You cautious or nervous? I blur the line between the dirty side and the polished and perfect Certified, not the Hollywood version the current climate has opted to nourish But youre the type that I wanna have words with Cause Soul, its like all of your verses refer to science or the Protestant church Youre, purely trying to drop some obscureness The Fhrers rise and the, blunder of Europe in 39, that was laundered through Zrich The Merkers mine of the German Reich The workers mind and the, communist purges, the sure decline and the fall of the curtain it, turned the tides I thought when I heard it, Jesus fucking Christ Hes even worse than I am with all of that nerd shit Your girls from Toronto? Tonights gon be a Cancun summer He gon slide in like a hot knife that pass through butter So Ima climb in through the telly window as you fuck her Just to tell her I got discounts on acupuncture Dont worry Im not gon leak all of your business Same reason I dont fuck with peach schnapps, those cheap shots are for bitches I came here for two things to black the fuck out and ruin a title match So stick around if the EMTs in time to bring your vitals back [Round 1 Soul] Salty fans in my inbox expectin them to book BenderNess Well I beat him so when I beat you Ill let you battle for second best So whats up Al? You really think you half as sick as me? You comin down off a bender hard as the battle industry And that saddens me to see, cause you had a decent reputation Till Pat vers Arsonal, tryna kiss a chick out his league in desperation Till Pat vers Charron, like He means acupuncture, needles, Benders wasted How drunk do you have to be to think a Charron bar needs an explanation? So Im sorry player, nah, nah, nah, nah, fuck a remix He beggin for attention in battles, I call him Queenzflip Real shit, why you givin Bender a match? He fucks up every battle hes in, and plenty of Pats You just keep him around for heritage and to remember some crap that should be left in the past Youre like a battle rap version of the Confederate flag Plus Benders a fat, white, neckbeard with oxycontin in his boots Plus racist cops let them pick and choose shitty food in Hitlers Youth So catch him in Burger King with a vest on like Dylann Roof But you pray for Soul either way Im the survivors of the Christian group Its like an APB on a weed charge how Im killin dudes Im 50, Pig, Sketch, Wize Guy for Hindu Kush And I will B52 Flight Distance too This Action Bronsonlookin motherfucker bout to feel like he just dissed the Wu Ya heart emo, Suicide Squad vers scarred cheekbones You can play Jared Leto, you arent Heath though That free bird you get hammered on solo aint Guitar Hero So either my pen kill him or buyin out the bar will Carlito But Im not gonna say how, your whistle aint the only thing the kids been wettin Ill save that, this rounds your grace period, next round is your intervention Behave yourself [Round 2 Bender] I didnt come here to be insulted, and so far Im not, so God bless I thought you were a monster out there, I shoulda got em to lock Ness With your nervous laugh giggling at your own jokes, its pathetic You add that laugh in, its not a sitcom, cause you worried no onell get it Soul been obsessed with writing this match, I been sitting round, eating cereal Figured I could show up with Loes or Osas Bmaterial I said so Loe, got any bars for Soul oh forget it Ill handle this solo Its gon be Bender 3 Soul 0 when I bury Soul so low God wont be able to reach his soul, Loe Im on some Olive Garden shit, Ill put a knife in his breadbasket You look like your mother had you doing ice before Sex Packets I toss a half gram to your junkie family, watch those meth addicts get savage Fighting over five points like the Dead Rabbits Jed clamp it, youre getting schooled overseas, thats a student exchange Im dope as the garbage you shoot in your veins Truly a shame how you ruined your face every tooth in decay like the US of A Cause youve been awake just abusing that H, moving in [?] of Peruvian flake So you look the same as some human remains they exhumed from a grave after 200 days No food on your plate, you been starving Funny you dont eat hardly, but still manage to brush your teeth three times a day, with a green Sharpie Makes me wanna bottle Soul with a Dos Equis till he go to sleep and put, Soul in a tub with the lime like a Mexican beach party You feeling froggy? You beating on mes like a neoNazi leader reading calmly to his following bout the Peoples Army of Vietnam while preaching Marx and Leon Trotsky you wont see that probably You got a Steven Hawkings chance of even leaving walking In fact dont even stand by me, the kids trying to see a body You light a blunt? Its getting snatched out your mittens You piping up, you getting slapped with the quickness till you, ask for forgiveness like a act of contrition I just, ash on your face like a Catholic tradition [Round 2 Soul] Now Pesci didnt talk about all that nasty shit that happened in London Huh, but I will, cause I think its very very important that we have this discussion See Bender had just battled Arkaic, guess he had a couple drinks as well Blacked out at Crugers house and, woke up to an iffy smell And a, damp spot, figured maybe his bottle of liquor fell Nope, this grownass man, in his sleep, pissed himself What? Bruv, and you said you were pissin on his couch? You werent pissin on his couch, you were pissin in your pants, while you were sittin on his couch Thats a big fuckin difference you neglected when they beat ya Your bladders outta control president of FIFA So let me ask you a question Ben, how do you have any friends when youre a middleaged alcoholic battle rapper that wets the bed? You know that youre pathetic when, you pull chicks on MSN, have sex with them, pull the condom off and the inside looks like, yellow phlegm But dont be fooled by the condoms he has, he puts them on when he wanks And leaves them on after he nuts as a colostomy bag He gets a pack a week, the pharmacys just thinkin its for sex Cause they ask what happened to every chick thats in his bed And they listen to whats said, now those bitches are impressed But when they say We got ridiculously wet, that isnt what they meant But one of the chicks at the clinic was a 10 so he slid in those DMs We see how quickly that a sket could, switch into a friend Cause she went drinking out with Ben, he started pissin down his leg Had that bitch steppin in puddles like, chivalry is dead Son, when you was in diapers, I was with Fifers 14 days ago, writin this fire You was at home, pants in your dryer Cryin in bleach tryna whiten your sheets Raps changed if you take him serious or treat the guy like a legend See what happened is funny, what it implied is depressing I mean listen to his music, he even said it to us once Respected as a writer, legendary as a drunk Legendary as a drunk? You mean depressing as a drunk You mean body broken by your midtwenties as a drunk You mean smelling like a drunk You mean sweating like a drunk You mean dressing like a drunk, body swelling like a drunk Scraping pennies like a drunk Fucking pathetic like a drunk You mean wrecked your life so extradite the ending like a drunk People out there dyin based on race, you dyin from a path that you chose Thats why Black Lives Matter, and black livers dont Behave yourself [Round 3 Bender] Now this is where it gets weird You can adopt my style all you want, but I be damned if you steal my neckbeard Thats funny you thinking shits all good Im tryna wipe Soul off the map, Im on that Kim Jongun He got his name to compensate, for what apparently he lacks See a souls something an artist should have inherently attached If it was natural, thered be no reason for it And we wouldnt need Soul to spell it out like a Ouija board See I woulda put you under the wing like the fuel exhaust by the fuselage But you just crossed the Rubicon, there aint no moving back Ima have you losing fans, Sonny Chiba, snatch your eye out Check your sight, after this, Im cutting your views in half And you the champ of Dont Flop? You aint beat Tony D, who gives a shit? The belt should be something that you earn, its not a gift you get Its like if Pat said Im done with the chain, Im not interested Okay up next for the title, we got Denali versus Mischief, hold it down everybody, its gon be three rounds unlimited So speak that trash son, its bout to be a fast lunch I can see your fan club had you believing that buzz You got handed this match? Thats some really bad luck after being gassed up like a Vietnam monk He knows his presence is shit He never known for spitting basic though, he dont depend on his wits or ever flow with a switchedup cadence He, knows his penmanships it, so he, focus scribbling pages Funny I bring out the best in him just to expose his limitations Your fam upset, taking this match was hella dumb Soul Your mom Linda tripping on the line like Tell your son, though My network spanning overseas like Telemundo One phone call could fuck up Soul career like El Producto Gordy Berry, Im exploiting Soul for the guap Ghostbuster proton beam, put Soul in a box Were still doing those box lines, right? Soul it dont stop The splash hit him like a baptism, Soul getting washed So after this footage of you and I drops They gon have the champ here on suicide watch Let the king of all Scots, ring off one shot When he taste the smoke from the barrel, thats not a single malt scotch [Round 3 Soul] So they say our styles the same and I guess basically they are So this a tenth planet system, its a changing of the guard See the difference is, I punch every two bars, however long the scheme is Thats a means to an end, yours are the ending to your meaning Cause you punch every 16, and its irrelevant and themeless Like motherfucker, its called the setup for a reason So maybe we did the same style, but I changed the essence and made progression You still usin the same style you robbed Arcane and lost the chain to Sketch with When he take your necklace we could say that Ben had got Ilena pregnant Cause he lost his life and drive by Cane and Menace Thats why these days King Of The Dot dont think that Ben should travel Cause he pissed the bed in real life and shit the bed in battles Think this bitch could rep his flag? Well hows that white, red maple feel? I rep my flag like Chris Kyle, that white X navy seal So catch me in St. Catharines, gettin Satanic where the stained glass is The God MC, save drafts in a grey granite slate tablet But wait Travis, hes from St. Catharines? I went St. Patricks Which is funny cause after his last few the staff should have this snake banished I became champ, you failed to remain champ in the same bracket And gave Zack the chain Patrick Stay had when your weight vanished They should give out printouts in battles while Drakes at it Cause they PayPal chips to support your, caine habit Now you can blame acid and straight absinthe for your brain damage, memory loss and gay antics, or struggling to stay standing But I got Ghostface passion, whoo, the same clansman So even if Soul playin I kill him soon as they say action No Bronson, no blogging, just straight snappin And you, with your face wrapped in grey plastic Youre not fuckin with me, Im Ultimate Team, lets trade packets And Ill take back whatever they paid in man and it aint Madden playmapping Im sayin Ganik, we may had the same stats but his games trapped in the same graphics I changed tactics, you stayed static, you try force it you face Ganon I go Bane mask, Blade fangs and Bale acting, thats straight batshit You just a drunk we could find on the road like Sage Francis His lifes like the three elements, its shaved grams as a plate scratchin And if he, passed out in his paint pal, I spray graf on the same canvas He pull a bboy stance, in a straitjacket I said three cause he aint rappin, I spun him soon as the card dropped like we breakdancin Behave yourself man
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