T.J. Miller - Battle Of The Century, Part III текст песни

Brandon Johnson
Don't go to the bathroom; I see you,
You tryn'a leave, 'cause you gonna shit yourself
these last rap battles were so good.

Coming to the stage right now,
King of the YouTube, when you was on your mom's boob
It's our man..

Burnham!

(Battle, battle, battle, battle ...)

Bo
Uh
I saw Cloverfield, I thought it was real good
But, you handle a camera like Muhammad Ali would
Yeah, you fuckin' suck TJ, you're gettin' me pissed
You're not a 'G' but it's your life on the g-list

Everybody hates you, they're getting annoyed
Congrats, you can namedrop Dan-fucking-Aykroyd
With your big teeth and your man-boobs
And your head like a lollipop rolled in pubes

TJ
Yo, yaw, yaw, yaw; yaw, yaw, yaw, ready here we go
Alright, yaw, yaw, yeah, yeah
Aleviate the b-ray, you BB-ray, bullshit
Caution, rap surreptitious of the homosexuality
Finality, reality
It's out of my mind range, gov'nah
It's out of my eye range, gov'nah
It's out of me range, gov'nah
I'm an Irish lass, hah ha

Oh take me home and impregnate me, please
Hoooh, it's lonely out here on the Dublin Hills

Take that, motherfucker.