CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tantrum vs. Illusion Z
You Mexican motherf**ker
Nah, I'm f**king with y'all
I'mma kill his pride with more than that
F**k the racial lines filler lines and simple minded boring crap
I came to give you guys the story that has legitimized and show you cats
How Ninja Gaiden brings to life the b*t*h behind the Zorro mask
Dissing Mad Illz for nothing shows why cousin's a prick
But you apologised in no time
Shouted him out, the whole nine, sucking his tip
Left with no pride, you low life son of a b*t*h
Might as well go hide, live a low life, and tuck in your d**k
See all my problems with you, go beyond your alcoholic issues
Head in the sand, you a shell of a man
Living in a pile of rotten tissues
You such a fake b*t*h, it's not a name flip that you see me using
He's illusion, 'cause he ain't a real enough man to be a decent human
It's not wordplay, I'm just sharing a case of your embarra**ing character traits
Parroting hate, until a bunch of fists wanna marry your face
If I had a nickle for every moment you deserve a smack from Sykull, it would add to fifty grand
Remember, that night you had to get ya a** kicked, it was actually pretty sad
If y'all don't know the story, let me state what's up
After his 9DM battle he got wasted and became a crazy drunk
The homie Sykull came to say what's up
You got in his space and shoved
What they don't know is that you swung first and grazed him once
Playing tough, 'til bam!
That awesome moment when your face was punched
You think I'm lying, I couldn't make this up
You got socked in your yap and called me up after crying like I gave a f**k
I kinda did
'cause that call was eating my minutes
The whole time, I'm like, "Jesus f**k, I'm trying to sleep, I'm done with this sh*t"
You know what's the best part about Sykull gving you a black eye
People don't even look at him as the bad guy
But that says more about you than him considering the monster in the shell
For years fed this problem with the bottle and never bothered getting help
Getting brolic like you wanna fight your partners when you yell
Lot of times I was this close to socking you myself
I've dealt with your sh*t when we cyphered in person, after you downed a pint of that bourbon
So I wasn't surprised at the verdict, when you called me whiny and hurting
'cause if anyone were to strike you in a violent occurrence
I've known you long enough that you most likely deserved it
For all the times you crazy drunk called hitting me up and cursing
All the people that you p*ssed off, wishing somebody'd murk him
We'd like to thank Sykull 'cause giving a snuffing's worth it
What you're thinking was just a punch, we consider a public service
Step your life game up
When know that when you facing me, you should be changing your perks
'cause I'm curious how your typical angles will translate in your verse
Like for instance, would racism work?
Remember that confessional speech how your lines for Dumb were throwaways intended for me
So you gon' use leftovers of the leftovers you kept in your sleeve
Or gon' expose me, tell us how this battle really was arranged
Well, we both said yes, that's it, no story gimmick in the way
Or you gon' name drop my friends on some tough act sh*t
I roll with the same homies you share dub sacks with
You see them everytime we all kick it, you dumb a** prick
Next time we hang out, they gon' be like
"say what you said in that Tantrum battle, you punk a** b*t*h"
True story
Then again we see you try new things and fail in the worst way ever
Thinking you slightly advanced for riding this fad of forced wordplay efforts
Lyrics wise, this fruitcake ain't never had his deuce paid once
You take a cool phrase and use it as a new age crutch
Animators realise how much this fool straight sucks
'cause he'll say sh*t like, "put this Canadian b*t*h in a box, ptt, penalty shot"
And y'all be like, "Woo! ...Wait, what?"
Motherf**ker, you didn't even know what that meant when you wrote it
You deliver like your setup's the dopest and hope we never notice your senseless approaches
F**k you
Stick to being a battle rapping wizard slash mad theatric spitter
Winning matches like, "Who art thou faggot standing hither"
If the fresh coast was a fighting game, your character would be the least favorite though
If you get picked by the gaming pros, it's to be the computer we beat down in training mode
I mean we're known for the same battles, how crazy is that?
Me, for locking horns with Dumb
You, for shaking his hand
I mean you moved at the cameras like a kooky fanatic
Got famous when Youtube views brought lucrative traffic
When half the comments like, "thumbs up if think Illusion's a faggot"
See, it's hard to be ya friend, we can't negotiate the issue
It's a bad look, just to be a**ociated with you
I've had enough of this sucker, we ain't buddies or brothers, you dumb t***
So when your sh*tty life gets crummied up, you're running to come talk
It's proven on camera, I ain't the one to entrust when you got stuff to discuss, dog
'cause if you have to use me as a shoulder to lean on, I'll just shove you the f**k off
Ayo, this last verse
It's not a battle verse, it's something I wanna spit for y'all
Check it out man...
Go f**k yourself, Illusion Z!
Yeah, that third against Rich, there's no getting around it
You think that sh*t was profound, b*t*h
I don't think you really get how pathetic you sounded
Expressing his gloom, extra distressed in his mood swinging
Addressing his booze addiction like a sexual abuse victim
Like, "alcohol you had me at an early age
Broke my wings and stole my sky away
My motherf**king life away
Held captive as a silent slave"
What part of that didn't scream child rape?
I mean Porich punked you on some Debo sh*t
And you took it, looking sad like an emo b*t*h
The only time you didn't sound like mister sappy pants
Is when you made snobby excuses for your inconsistent showings with your faggot a**
Like, "sorry if I don't care about my battle stats
I've been trying to get my family back"
But whose f**king fault was that?
Don't get all righteous in your shape
Like now you're above battling when your priorities were never right in the first place
Look, I'm not gonna stop you from riding a shot liver
But only a sh*thead lets alcohol demolish his bonds quicker
Between that of his brother, father, and mom, sister
By thinking that blood is thicker than water, but not liquor
You said you should be dead after those drugs you took when you faced Dumb and Dirt
Damn right, you should be dead, you being alive today is undeserved
How could someone fall so far and crush his chances?
I don't understand it
You were busting a** for blood and havoc
Against 9D', Reverse, Phrases, you were actually fueled by your substance habits
Some folks ranked you above my status
I was proud of the run you had, that people loved your matches
But in your Rich battle you took an overly humble tactic
Had us wondering what had happened
Your post interview was so depressing when you said you was done rapping
I wanted to take you by your limp wrist and f**king slash it
When the f**k did your hunger vanish?
You used to starve for attention like your stomach's famished
I hate to state the utter fact is we liked you better as a drunken faggot
'cause drinking pints of that booze, is like your Iron Man suit
Take that away, what are you, mild mannered whiny a** goof
It's like the longer you stay sober, the more you spit off par
Find your nuts and use 'em, pu**y, the sh*t's not hard
F**k using jokes or wordplay to kill off marks
These are 'stepping up your life game', real talk bars
I'm sick of the sympathy we allow you to get
Bowing and sh*t, on a powerless cowardly tip
We can somehow use your own sorrows to drown you in quick
You conquered AA, we used to be proud of you, kid
Now I wanna throw you back down them twelve steps into that boundless abyss
'cause at least when you were downing that fifth
You didn't sound like you walked around with a clit
I'd rather see you die young than live long enough to go out like a b*t*h
Nah, I'm f**king with y'all
I'mma kill his pride with more than that
F**k the racial lines filler lines and simple minded boring crap
I came to give you guys the story that has legitimized and show you cats
How Ninja Gaiden brings to life the b*t*h behind the Zorro mask
Dissing Mad Illz for nothing shows why cousin's a prick
But you apologised in no time
Shouted him out, the whole nine, sucking his tip
Left with no pride, you low life son of a b*t*h
Might as well go hide, live a low life, and tuck in your d**k
See all my problems with you, go beyond your alcoholic issues
Head in the sand, you a shell of a man
Living in a pile of rotten tissues
You such a fake b*t*h, it's not a name flip that you see me using
He's illusion, 'cause he ain't a real enough man to be a decent human
It's not wordplay, I'm just sharing a case of your embarra**ing character traits
Parroting hate, until a bunch of fists wanna marry your face
If I had a nickle for every moment you deserve a smack from Sykull, it would add to fifty grand
Remember, that night you had to get ya a** kicked, it was actually pretty sad
If y'all don't know the story, let me state what's up
After his 9DM battle he got wasted and became a crazy drunk
The homie Sykull came to say what's up
You got in his space and shoved
What they don't know is that you swung first and grazed him once
Playing tough, 'til bam!
That awesome moment when your face was punched
You think I'm lying, I couldn't make this up
You got socked in your yap and called me up after crying like I gave a f**k
I kinda did
'cause that call was eating my minutes
The whole time, I'm like, "Jesus f**k, I'm trying to sleep, I'm done with this sh*t"
You know what's the best part about Sykull gving you a black eye
People don't even look at him as the bad guy
But that says more about you than him considering the monster in the shell
For years fed this problem with the bottle and never bothered getting help
Getting brolic like you wanna fight your partners when you yell
Lot of times I was this close to socking you myself
I've dealt with your sh*t when we cyphered in person, after you downed a pint of that bourbon
So I wasn't surprised at the verdict, when you called me whiny and hurting
'cause if anyone were to strike you in a violent occurrence
I've known you long enough that you most likely deserved it
For all the times you crazy drunk called hitting me up and cursing
All the people that you p*ssed off, wishing somebody'd murk him
We'd like to thank Sykull 'cause giving a snuffing's worth it
What you're thinking was just a punch, we consider a public service
Step your life game up
When know that when you facing me, you should be changing your perks
'cause I'm curious how your typical angles will translate in your verse
Like for instance, would racism work?
Remember that confessional speech how your lines for Dumb were throwaways intended for me
So you gon' use leftovers of the leftovers you kept in your sleeve
Or gon' expose me, tell us how this battle really was arranged
Well, we both said yes, that's it, no story gimmick in the way
Or you gon' name drop my friends on some tough act sh*t
I roll with the same homies you share dub sacks with
You see them everytime we all kick it, you dumb a** prick
Next time we hang out, they gon' be like
"say what you said in that Tantrum battle, you punk a** b*t*h"
True story
Then again we see you try new things and fail in the worst way ever
Thinking you slightly advanced for riding this fad of forced wordplay efforts
Lyrics wise, this fruitcake ain't never had his deuce paid once
You take a cool phrase and use it as a new age crutch
Animators realise how much this fool straight sucks
'cause he'll say sh*t like, "put this Canadian b*t*h in a box, ptt, penalty shot"
And y'all be like, "Woo! ...Wait, what?"
Motherf**ker, you didn't even know what that meant when you wrote it
You deliver like your setup's the dopest and hope we never notice your senseless approaches
F**k you
Stick to being a battle rapping wizard slash mad theatric spitter
Winning matches like, "Who art thou faggot standing hither"
If the fresh coast was a fighting game, your character would be the least favorite though
If you get picked by the gaming pros, it's to be the computer we beat down in training mode
I mean we're known for the same battles, how crazy is that?
Me, for locking horns with Dumb
You, for shaking his hand
I mean you moved at the cameras like a kooky fanatic
Got famous when Youtube views brought lucrative traffic
When half the comments like, "thumbs up if think Illusion's a faggot"
See, it's hard to be ya friend, we can't negotiate the issue
It's a bad look, just to be a**ociated with you
I've had enough of this sucker, we ain't buddies or brothers, you dumb t***
So when your sh*tty life gets crummied up, you're running to come talk
It's proven on camera, I ain't the one to entrust when you got stuff to discuss, dog
'cause if you have to use me as a shoulder to lean on, I'll just shove you the f**k off
Ayo, this last verse
It's not a battle verse, it's something I wanna spit for y'all
Check it out man...
Go f**k yourself, Illusion Z!
Yeah, that third against Rich, there's no getting around it
You think that sh*t was profound, b*t*h
I don't think you really get how pathetic you sounded
Expressing his gloom, extra distressed in his mood swinging
Addressing his booze addiction like a sexual abuse victim
Like, "alcohol you had me at an early age
Broke my wings and stole my sky away
My motherf**king life away
Held captive as a silent slave"
What part of that didn't scream child rape?
I mean Porich punked you on some Debo sh*t
And you took it, looking sad like an emo b*t*h
The only time you didn't sound like mister sappy pants
Is when you made snobby excuses for your inconsistent showings with your faggot a**
Like, "sorry if I don't care about my battle stats
I've been trying to get my family back"
But whose f**king fault was that?
Don't get all righteous in your shape
Like now you're above battling when your priorities were never right in the first place
Look, I'm not gonna stop you from riding a shot liver
But only a sh*thead lets alcohol demolish his bonds quicker
Between that of his brother, father, and mom, sister
By thinking that blood is thicker than water, but not liquor
You said you should be dead after those drugs you took when you faced Dumb and Dirt
Damn right, you should be dead, you being alive today is undeserved
How could someone fall so far and crush his chances?
I don't understand it
You were busting a** for blood and havoc
Against 9D', Reverse, Phrases, you were actually fueled by your substance habits
Some folks ranked you above my status
I was proud of the run you had, that people loved your matches
But in your Rich battle you took an overly humble tactic
Had us wondering what had happened
Your post interview was so depressing when you said you was done rapping
I wanted to take you by your limp wrist and f**king slash it
When the f**k did your hunger vanish?
You used to starve for attention like your stomach's famished
I hate to state the utter fact is we liked you better as a drunken faggot
'cause drinking pints of that booze, is like your Iron Man suit
Take that away, what are you, mild mannered whiny a** goof
It's like the longer you stay sober, the more you spit off par
Find your nuts and use 'em, pu**y, the sh*t's not hard
F**k using jokes or wordplay to kill off marks
These are 'stepping up your life game', real talk bars
I'm sick of the sympathy we allow you to get
Bowing and sh*t, on a powerless cowardly tip
We can somehow use your own sorrows to drown you in quick
You conquered AA, we used to be proud of you, kid
Now I wanna throw you back down them twelve steps into that boundless abyss
'cause at least when you were downing that fifth
You didn't sound like you walked around with a clit
I'd rather see you die young than live long enough to go out like a b*t*h
