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b.y.o.b. - psycho puppet vs old provalone lyrics

[psycho puppet]
what’s that? you think you can beat me? think you got sk!ll? please…
got you begging on your knees i still turn provalone to grilled cheese
the latest track i heard from you was so bad i had to mute the whole thing
don’t mind me i’m just slicing off your head now you a bald but not beautiful thing
holding onto the reigns begging pretty please don’t bust my brains
just quit this all you can do is a krusty dab with greasy burger stains
your tracks are so d-mn awful it hurt my ears hearing them
now you’re in byob how much did you pay ian and meruem
through your body the message that you failed is spread like chromosomes
i’ll leave you bleeding to death even though you’re still a young provalone
now either mike or olo will face hyde in the t-tle match
but you’ll forever be left behind feeling suicidal then crash
bow down to me as i pull this sword out of the stone
then break all of your bones then choke you with power like james earl jones
bodybaggins cause you’re beaten i’m the wrestler lord of the rings
i trapped him in an elevator of blood like stephen king
oh i’m sorry was that too much to carry/carrie for your mind with no comprehension
well i’m gonna lock you up like you’re in shawshank except you get no redemption
you’re about to die slow so get ready for a long night
i know you “touch tha feet” and now you’ll touch the reaper’s scythe
your next supper will be your last one let’s get biblical
poison your drink at an intimate restaurant knock your tooth out let’s get physical

[old provalone]
brainbusta, youre g-y
hey hey hey
thats all i gotta say
just get up out my way
i do not play
i’ve achieved nirvana, but you’re still lost in the maze
i rap on the beat
and im k!lling this beat
you think youre good? you dropped the chillin like a villain ep
that was not good
i live in the hood
and im boutta be the best just like you knew i would
i be k!lling this track, brain busta you should die
you know im so fly
youre not even a guy
i been on my grind
you can call me hyde
im about to fly
im about to fly
this kid thinks that he’s the best
but then he went and dropped wtf
man that was trash, just like your booty
i would talk to you, but then i’d get cooties
you like like a vegan
but im still eating
this rap is heat and
you boutta get a beatin
k!llin the flow
you should know
im still on tour
youre still at home
im puttin the chrome to yo dome
and u yellin “oh no” cuz u know im gon blow
yo you just mad cuz youre fat
i ain’t got no time for that
you know i can rap fast
you can tell when i rap
youre g-y

- b y o b lyrics

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