Illmaculate vs Bender

[Verse 1: Illmaculate] For this entire battle, you're gonna have to come hard So for the rest of this battle: I dare you not to sweat like a retard And lose your breath every one bar Now, some people think you beat Sketch Menace You did, I can not front on him I got a lot of dope lines for you, and that's not one of them Last time I was in Toronto for a peaceful weekend Getting high with spade, at the theater, chiefin' At least I think, I mean, we was drinkin'? Which seems convenient Cause either I'm mistaken, or there were scenes deleted Reason being: we all saw the title taken, and I was thinking "Where was Liam Neeson? I ain't even see him!" Let's just get this title shit out the way I told him the title's an idle thing It's the mind that's behind the name A promise that tides would change Y'all saw the decline in weight He went to being less chubby, but seeming less hungry It's not an unlikely trait Now, brainstorming the past May warrant me asking if I should blame four minute abs For the loss of his title chain I know he ain't morbidly fat, it's not the topic that I would take But either way, he should've made more of a splash When he flopped and got his title waived I bet you die a bit inside when I remind you of that night Looking this liar in his eyes, I see why at first his title is declined A fight against Tyson in his prime, it's no surprise to me But, really, you probably lost your car title too He have retirement in mind But being the higher driver in his entire crew Went and lost his job title too Now it's stifling his pride every time he gets denied When he tries to get a ride, listen All biases aside There isn't a title that I could use that would apply to you I think blank when describing him, besides that seems great The irony you'll find is "untitled" is the only title he's entitled to Since he plays with the title on the line [Verse 2: Illmaculate] To tell the truth, I didn't write Ten Commandments But Toronto weed got me feeling like the highest, so maybe y'all weed is better, damn it This is the worst move that you've pulled in year Think I could be scared? I'll pull his hair Slap him in his face and ask him, "who you think's the bully here?" I let him crack on my height and I won't listen I'll even act like it's tight and it's so different Till he goes to give me daps and I eye him and cold diss him Then he turns his back and a fan pushes him While I stand behind him and lowbridge him Say I switched my style up, like that scheme might've worked When your battle against Scott Free was three times as worse Acting like his heat might've bursted Pull out that big chopper and it's drama That's my green light to murk When I swing on him it'll sting like when a beehive's disturbed Nah, what I meant I'ma take a stick and beat the shit outta this piñata While he hanging from a tree by his shirt But hold on, let me switch the subject I heard he was in his thirties And that's a topic that I didn't touch yet Figured I'd be more original plus he'd know the shit is coming So I wrote two rounds out-spitting him Got to this one and figured...fuck it! See there's nothing I can't say when it comes to this man's age He's already got one foot in the damn grave So it's no wonder his career's on its last legs Dawg, you are Presence old, so I'm sort of confused I don't know if you have a time portal to use, but what the fuck? Was this guy born in a pool of primordial ooze? This dude's wack as shit, here's a few fashion tips Buy some loose pants that fit And quit trying to show off that new plastic hip With your old ass, you don't wanna go hand to hand Plus your flow's trash, mine's so damn advanced I told battle fans "no, cro magnon man don't stand a chance!" Shit, we can talk about your clothes That Hip Hop goth genre is so dirty There's not an anonymous class that could doctor your swag You're gonna have to quit hot topic cold turkey I mean, we can talk about the choke How your legacy's coming all unglued Looks like rubbing out to all them Pesci battles Got Pesci battles rubbing off on you And while we're on the topic I may just ruin em both Like as far as losses, take this, two in a row And ay bitch, you don't say shit like y'all do when you choke I dare you to bring up that Old Spice commercial I fucking dare you We can even re-enact the scene Picture a bathroom setting in HD on the plasma screen I show up like, "hello ladies, look at him, back to me" Who would you be more likely to oblige if they asked you to have a drink? Look at him, back to me Fellas, reality or the battle scene, who would you rather be? Look at him, back to me And ask yourself, who would have the faster swing If they actually had some beef? Look at him, back to me Bring up Old Spice or any ad you've seen I'll give you the axe cause I'm a brute When I'm armed and hammered If we have to take it to that degree! [Verse 3: Illmaculate] Y'all gonna have to wait for it Make sure that you're fucking patient This battle was my idea So if I was chubby chasing it's only on this one occasion I mean he talked about the Old Spice commercial I dared him, right? It's all true That commercial and this battle have something in common and it involves you, cause they both involve me taking a faggot's wig off when the jobs through See, I’m on some real ill shit, not the one to play with Treat his head the same as a 40 bottle You know, have it pouring on the pavement And everybody he came with will shortly follow I’m on my Kill Bill shit Trying to use that same "sorry player" corny combo? I'll put your DNA on display like the Maury talk show With a blade that was made by Hattori Hanzo Once my blade is brandished It's bathed in a bath of flames to lash my victims Instigating cataclysms Like if God has something to say to that He can get his angels branded with it I don't give a fuck if the angle's sacreligious There's no escaping the wrath that's given It's painful to fuck with me and this ain't no sadomasochism Tell me, where'd all the weight go that you're missin'? You probably chain smoke malnutritioned And the yayo that you're sniffin' Is why you make those brash decisions He probably blames those mannerisms on the anglo saxon in him And don't mistake those race jokes for the scapegoat that is isn't I ain't no fascist, pimpin' I'm who they show when Kato's mask is lifted Bruce Lee in plain clothes Get your face broke quick as I get the case thrown Faggot listen, you wanna tango this ain't no dance you gettin' I bet you figured that, didn't you? Well let's get it cracking, I rigged the package, lit the fuse When it blew, head removed Bender fragments in a bag, limbs attached to tennis shoes They won't even get to wrap the interview With how quick I snatch his silverspoon I'll kill his ass, I'm bananas and you just silverback gorilla food Try to get stupid, mess up one round and you're fucked Any minor slips, boo him, so when this comes out in a month You'll see why you're losing without a run down from the judge It's automatic, cause you don't have the drive to stick to it when it comes down to the clutch I don't see how he inspires y'all Keep in mind he couldn't hold the title long Others rise and fall, I evolve So tonight it's not a fight at all, you vaginal wall soft Far as I can call this the iron jaws Of a lion maulin a china dog, dawg Try me, leave anybody in their bracket exposed Make 'em share caskets with Loe No, this ain't a fair match It's a bare hand versus a bear trap when it's closed You hear that? Your weird ass is a clone Him and Kap Kallous can have a mirror match Why don't you give him that beard back that you stole He said he was St. Peter the gatekeeper Alright, I’m St. Pierre, I punch face features till I break fingers I brace shoulders with great thinkers and gang leaders So if he plotting a takeover I’m Nas when he made Ether I'll run up on his pig pen while he eating out the trough Feeding on the slop Tell him MTV ain't a fan of you and neither is the Dot Then fill the magazine like the Forbes camera crew And you legally get shot And nah, I ain't name dropping being cheap to get some props But shit, it's a win-win so ain't no reason I should stop The whole world gets to witness me leave him in a box Malaysia to Phillipines, even Sweden's in the spot Dawg, if we was in Australia I would feed him to a croc And how sweet is it even the englishmen will watch As I run up on Big Ben and start cleaning out his clock So in closing I'ma say that you're too weak to battle me And tell that bouncer that was putting hands on me If he's so power hungry he should join the police academy And shit, he probably did and he might've stayed longer But he got kicked out for taking a nightstick To a fucking Jay Walker So really, I'ma tell you I have fucking talent, dawg And if it wasn't for real artists like us That bouncer wouldn't even fucking have a job