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gridline studios - the punisher vs al capone (album version) lyrics

[intro]
gridline rap battles
al capone
vs
the punisherrrrrrr
begin!

[verse 1 + the punisher (mr. tibbs)]
one batch, two batch. penny and dime
[?] wreck your life worse than your syphi+led mind
in this scar+face off, all i need’s a kind word
to shoot you for a second time, with better aim than the first
got a finger on the trigger, even if you’re here to bicker
crossing boundaries with rhymes, i’m a bootleg l!cker
you’re the american dream, if it went under a hacksaw
’cause my verse will finish you off, like your brush with tax fraud
[verse 2 + al capone (mr. tibbs)]
soup’s on, frank, now that thе seasons have changed
bеcause the milkman cometh, bringing your expiration date
an afghan hound with your +rs+nal seems hardly impartial
now you’re not untouchable when i become the marshal
mack rip+off trying to crush a bug worse than mine
i’ll drown you in my still flow and put the x’s on your eyes
take a roll of the dice, pete, cause your punishment’s droll
go back to your semi+tary, you should’ve stayed in your hole

[verse 3 + the punisher (mr. tibbs)]
so this bluegrass, bluenose, class act thinks he can clap back?
there’s nothing more laughable than watching a gangster rap
take you down, like clay when you tried to box your teacher
since your brain functions like the kids that took you to the cleaners
they went and rocked your world, and took your work for granite
but now i’ll watch you go up in smokey, bandit
i gave you one shot, capone. too bad you missed
but that’s all folks are gonna get from snorky pig

[verse 4 + al capone (mr. tibbs)]
people say you’re pretty tough, but don’t take me for a schmuck
let’s see how you handle getting stuffed in the back end of a truck
your mental castle’s getting sieged, and there’s no way to defend it
once and for all end this business, like the 21st amendment
you’re a reflection of me that deserves to be defaced
and, when the dust settles, i’ll send some flowers to your grave
go chase yourself to the morgue, on the path to ghost rapper
or catch your girl’s icy mitt after the cia capped her
[outro]
who won?
who’s next?
you decide
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