Rap Battle (pt. 3) (feat. Taylor Caniff)

Bro like on a real note, like

I don't think you're feeling your own album anymore

Like it's more about like... Madonna

What the fuck you say?

I do love my album! I can prove it to you

Rap battle!

Yeah, 2virgins

And t-niffer! Yayeah!

100% Serious, paul walker beats, fast & furious

I'm curious but not bi, you kissed six guys?

So do I, airplane fly. Push drive abe lincoln never lie

Racist they hate guys uncle si, do me a favor: Go die.

You don't want to hear the rest of my album? Why?

Yo, catch me ballin' in the beaver with the top off

Bring your girl to my crib I'll take her top off

Got some hair from a black girl, I call that black off, they say

I'm crispy when I'm on this beat, yeah you dare me?

Dairy meats, uh, yo bitch calls me the mister.

I take all yo girls, call me adolf hitler

You throw me to the side, smellin' like apple pie

Thomas jefferson a hypocrite

Sign me up for every event cause I'm olypmic

Buy my album? I don't give a shit

Long as I make at least a hit!

How many licks does is take for the center of my lolli-cock?

Rap battle me, I need to stop

Sandusky jams to kidz bop, casey anthony

Throws a baby when she sees the cops, pullin' blonde hair like goldie locks.

Make your girl wet like michael ander-falls

Can't fit my dick in a straw

Louis vuitton belt buckles, red girls with freckles, yeah

Fuck me with your meanest red-chopped adidas

Black and white, camo pants

Aeropostale frag-er-ance

Yeah, call me bill nye. White girl, no thighs

Yeah, I'm fruitier than a box of fruit loops

Like a buck-tooth sabertooth, killed the beat; vitality

Fucked my dog; call that beastiality

Versace a's, afrcia without aids

Yeah one more time I'm going in

Line after line like a fucking book, chef boyardee cook

Wanna see my dick? Take a look

Grab the microscope, open up to my parents like an envelope

My shit dope. Holy shit, pope!

See my bros and we interlope

Quick dead like a quick scope

Spit raw? Say no. Butthole loose cause

I dropped a soul, on purpose

My ryhmes are worthless. (I hope evey fangirl heard this.)

Yo, my daughter's a failure, and my grandpa's

A sexual predator, and my son's

A drug dealer. Well, uh, what's the illuminati?

Precious with a skinny body?

America without weed? Ha, that's like me without herpes!

Or "kim kerdarsheeun" without flirting!

Yeah, dollar bills. Snapbacks and flat bills. Signed a 20k deal.

You did pretty good

Yeah man I, I, it's like a draw, like, like how

I draw na-, naked men and stuff like that.

Yeah cause life, it's kinda like a mic stand

Cause it can sometimes fall down, but when it fall down

Someone's gotta pick it up, and someone's gotta sing those vocals

And that's what life is without, uh, cereal boxes and catalogs

[Taylor:] man, like, I for real felt that, like, like seriously

I felt that like sometimes it's like an internet router

Like, it's sometimes there for you, but sometimes it get

Blown away by like a tornado and like you're looking

For like a cereal box but then there's no fruit loops in it

Like, you feel that?

Yeah... You guys make sure to listen to the rest

Of the album like this kid's tryna use this money

To get laid like he's been having a rough time

Getting a girlfriend, like, we really need your guy's support on this one