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ibattle - king jables vs. esem lyrics

[intro: lexx luthor]
ibattle coronavirus video tournament
i am your host, will smith from i am legend
remember, the cure is what turned people into zombies, so when the vaccine comes out, don’t get it
we already flipped the coin, esem won
it’s on jables whenever he’s ready
let’s go

[round 1: king jables]
i asked esem what it stood for, he was super mad
fat boy got p+ssy blood in his genes (jeans): he superbad
lexx set this up so you’ll get bagged, but i need a bigger kind
so this mill’ (meal) super+sized: the bigger .9!
don’t act like your liver fine! your guts is hurtin’
immune system trash
coronavi+? you f+cked for certain!
hit the restaurant and he’s f+ckin’ splurgin’
talkin’ sl!ck, sauce to drip, chips wit’ the salsa dip
b+tch, wipe off your lips and get to the menu
this kid should continue video battles ‘cause he just too big for the venue
you fat! so missiles what i’m throwin’ if i hold the toy
the ratchet kiss you through the phone like soulja boy
ruger blam
y’all ain’t catch it? i’ll shoot hernan
had to cop somethin’ xl like you in a uber, fam’!
they said you was huge, but d+mn!
you look like fat b+st+rd and boxcutta maxx did a fusion dance
in conclusion, you fat and you stank
i got cash in the bank, and machines on me: ratchet & clank
you and your best friend get smoked like they matchin’ the dank
see metal under the coat like he scratchin’ the paint
i’ll make this b+st+rd a saint when stretchers bless him
aim the grips and (+chk+chk+) rearrange his sh+t, i’mma etch+a+sketch him
i’ll make a mess of esem
send tecs to esem: sms him
then detectives gon’ be second+guessin’, “is esem esem?”
king sh+t, man

[round 1: esem]
i said, um…king jables
you don’t let them thangs bust, boy
you look like you clean tables
that grown+ass baby face, you seem playful
your mom still call you her “sweet angel”
so i’mma let it ring at your top, get left wit’ a clean halo
or i can pull that blade out if he stare wrong
and bet you he gon’ get a deep cut like a rare song
in rare form, if it’s ‘bout a bag, then he go in one
see, all i need is one round like the golden gun
i shoulda got marv from the start just to show this bum
a single shot put him in the ground, leave a hole+in+one!
hold on + what?
hold on, man…(+takes off sweatshirt+)
man, i be goin’ dumb, but that’s just the town in me
big+ass head, i still bet your crown fit me
yeah, i’m known for the jokes, but today the clown’s busy
(+shhk+) open his throat, bet he goin’ down quickly + pause!
obese, so of course i’m in that roughneck zone
and i’m k!llin’ these no+names just so you punks get known
like a hot cup of coffee how your mug get blown
a king could get his crown capped: call him jughead jones
what? that’s bar of the tourney
i said, i’m ahead of my time, sent to k!ll him, but i’m not cable
he’ll meet death when the metal give him wings like the archangel
i was thinkin’ this’ll be tough, then i got jables
a quick dub, then i’m gone wit’ the win(d): i’m clark gable!
old man wit’ the rona: i’m especially ill
self+service: i been waitin’ to get me a mill’ (meal)
send me the bill, gimme the thou, cut the check if you will
i dropped 10 for a stack like a ecstasy pill
this ain’t gotta be a body, but i’m bettin’ it will
so this that last royal rumble how i’m gettin’ him k!lled
‘cause i’mma see a big return if i edge it for real
…boi

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