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dilly (lrb) - pac-man vs. where's waldo - bonus battle! lyrics

[intro: announcer (dilly)]
loco rap battles
where’s waldo
vs
pac+man
begin!

[verse 1: pac+man (eric the audible)]
straight out the cabinet (ay!). you know it’s pac+man (ay!)
stand in my path and you’re (ay!) catching a backhand (ay!)
known ’round the map, and yeah, (ay!) you’re one i’d glance over (ay!)
i rep j+pan so much (ay!) i’d form their flagman (ay!)
best call me tupac, the way i split you two ways
and you hop between two girls? ain’t that a little two+faced?
tryna hide from eyes alike, but hide in sight? that’s wack, man
everything you do’s so backwards; oughta call you cap man

[verse 2: waldo (nathan provost)]
maybe stop looking for me and find some better banter
’cause this ugly clump of bits done hung too much with adam sandler
when it comes to poppin’ shots off, i’m the top of the list
’cause you just waka+waka+waka, dawg, i walk with a stick (woo!)
dont diss my relationships acting like you’re dropping heat
dawg, i’m surprised you even got a girl with all the b+lls you eat (aw)
crossin’ me? you lost it, see, quality’s awful, g
three minutes into world three, nearly vomited on the screen (aeugh)
[verse 3: pac+man (eric the audible)]
you think your novel’s lit? can’t even hold a candle
while the i+spy books are drawing hits, call that sh+t a walter wick
i’m a standout of the industry, it’s best you back down
you were made to literally blend into the background (waka+waka)
i’m cornered every day by demons and i beat ’em
while your stories done receded for an itsy bit of cleavage
didn’t even try to fight the odlaws that you got dropped to
now you’re but a ghost, and it’s my turn to chomp chomp you

[verse 4: waldo (nathan provost)]
your modern museum’s a fraction of what the 80’s knew
they only time you’re getting plays is when mario games with you
and that moveset? it’s lame my dude, your situation’s dire
’cause that hydrant is useless when you’re trying to spit fire (haha!)
once consoles hit, you couldn’t find a way to get supporters
my man went from collecting quarters to collecting mourners
you crashed in ’83 and couldn’t stand up back to fight
be sure to send me a postcard from the landfill site

- dilly lrb lyrics

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