[Ryan Carter]
Beef Wrap could leave you gettin face slapped
Or even a wound from a bullet on some gun crap
I suggest you change your diet
my rhymes can lead to high blood pressure if you try it
[Aaron Lapa]
well I give you strokes, heart attacks, heart disease
It ain't no turnin back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony, until then I know
you won't be talkin that bologna in the bullpen
you so disgustin, pardon me as I discuss this
you talk a wealth of crap and you ain't never seem to face it
Bust this... like a cold milk from out the toilet
grap the last copy of your album and I'll boil it
[Ryan Carter]
You better keep your mouth on glued
you start a feud and I ain't in no TV mood
turn you into mystery meat, seaweed stew
you should just wear a mask to cover your raw flesh
you a ugly brother, and my flows are gorgeous
these drop dead joints hit your face like big whips
you need it like a hole in your head or a cleft lip
[Aaron Lapa]
your butt smells, your hair's slick no jell
your barred from all schools and kicked out the hotel's
you keep a witch with a bad spell
And buy those cheap hookers that look like men but don't tell
[Aaron Lapa]
Top rapper, maybe on another planetary sphere
Stop telling kids all these lies they're unaware
your rhymes bring tears to God's ears
they are just rotten, and we've suffered through these for years
[Ryan Carter]
I wrote this rhyme before the new year
Off the bottom of my stairs in my new chair, but who cares
Enough about me, it's about this beast
send it in a tweet like the food I'm bout to eat
A rhymin cannibal perscribed to you, it's clinical
1/3 is animal, vegetable and mineral
It's a miracle how I'm so lyrical
And my rhymes will move the crowd like an exlax enema
[Aaron Lapa]
your a twerp dancing round in Miley's ghetto
Tell Bill Cosby "Hey! No!, sell ya own Jello"
you got no skills, you give me chills
but I should pay you here's three dollar bills
get rolled like a pinwheel, to mass appeal
on the real, I got a better record deal
Get a bonus check after every meal
[Ryan Carter]
Word up! to Aaron Lapa.. shut up! while ya shuttin up
put a shirt on, at least a button up!
Yuck! is you a rhymer or strippin male?
you must be ever since they shut down Chippendales!
you sick and frail, while I'm tippin scales
Let alone the pre-orders that's counted off shippin sales
This one goes out to all my peoples readin braille
in the jail.. biting nails and looking pale
[Aaron Lapa]
make me poopie, your rhymes stink like a booty
from my dinner plate I throw you snacks like Scooby
I'm in the lab on some old Jewish thug tip
overthought dumb trip who'da thunk it
[Ryan Carter]
Punk, try and act like his rhymes better
I could beat you any day in my Cosby sweater!
Yes, you who's scared by the dude on the CD rude
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