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letra de ian vs funkatron ii - b.y.o.b.

[ian]
it ain’t only the byob t-tle on the line – there’s a new job description
“gatekeeper to the throne” but i got some funky compet-tion
y’all wanna know how he got here? funk was probing the admin
whinging that by rights he should be in t-tle fights despite not having a big win
b-tching about where he sits like every rappad top 10 list; man his cry’s savage
ain’t hard to relate him to dcyphr/the cypher crying like he’s clyde cabbage
so i said: “why not grant him a rematch – redemption through the duel”
cuz i’m sure he’d say the first time i had his measure was just an exception to the rule
but don’t he get this news and zoom! he runs for cover
i’ll run this fatboy slim, but right about now…i’m just hoping the funk show, brother
but i knew it would be you, funk, this ain’t the first time you’ve taken the bait
like when olo was raising the shade – shining –he had you raging with hate
and you got all p-ssy like a p-ssy with his cl-ssic fish hook tactics
and the net had yet another sour p-ss b-tch like a spastic kid who’s catfished
olo almost had to do one of his requiem schemes – well i’ll keep this requiem for a theme
cuz in this vein i’ll smack you up and disarm you like in requiem for a dream
unless it’s a pipe dream, of course, but let’s keep away from the topic of copper
cuz we both know what happens when your well-wishes are tossed in the offer
bro, i forgive your biting my bars for toosense; coins in a fountain is a totally clever taunt
and imitation is flattery after all, but next time don’t write in a such woefully lesser font
cuz you know you don’t got bars, and i know you worry how people be reading them
want proof? look at all those golden annotations, it shows you don’t even believe in ’em
oooh…now i got this phony silenced but my texts blow up like it’s an emojihad/emo jihad
and so i’m flagging you for battle: funk, you’ve just been iwojima’d
cuz i really wasn’t lying back when i calmed a salty isak
i said: “i only go out with red dots across the whites of my eyes like kamikaze pilots”
but you? you’re like the j-panese emperor waving the white flag but with no sun
funk, funk, funk: don’t you know that’s what happens when you shogun/show gun?
but even if the wheels came off the track and there’s death in the ranks
i’ll go for a k!ller ride inside my fury cuz i always got something left in the tank

[funkatron]
look…
you’ve gone about as far as you can go with your monotone
you outta road, now we on the dirt and that’s all that i know
lil skrrt, lil pull, this’ll hurt lil hoe
all you do is talk, so you ain’t landing no blows
we honed our angles in the pen, pompeii’d written bastille walls
but if you close your eyes
you can always hear that droid ain’t changed at all
so let’s get back to battle rappin
back to comin’ up rabbid
back to infectious gab, and sorry he just don’t have it!
don’t release that sh-t!
he’ll be in geriatrics when first disempact, b-tch!
i read you like a book, your music should prolly be this way
cuz, the funkatron says, ian sounds like a see n’ say
if you can’t pinch two cents/too sense, you shouldn’t bull sh-t with me
you were too broke to buy the farm, but chill, this body bag is free
it’s acute/a cute angle, you being betta, i deaded your boy, mangled
‘cuz im on point, on top of this triangle,–
i k!ll it because its all directly related
the blood line gets worked, when you rewind it and play it
cuz this onanist loves to watch clips, so watch this
you think your family matters? i’m severin family ties
a kin to cut away, like this is f-cking family guy
you can drop the droid, but still get dropped by droid bars
cuz i had you down to the wire, were you were deviod a heart
that dissociated ident-ty wrought disorder, defined you
had to set em free, he didn’t know who confined who
and now he’s only f-cking shcizo, if he think i won’t find truth,—
disorded your illness’s mentally, the job and wife a state mind too?
paralyze this “paramedic’s” parasympathetic
with a pair of punches, aimed to take ian from where his head is
i’d tell ’em to get f-cked, but know 1st hand the low percentages
this p-rn hubbers only burns the rubbers with 5 appendages
so im knowin “your” baby’s p-ssy like the back of my hand
while you shufflin knuckle children, in the back of a van!

- b y o b

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