[Verse 1: etsuron]

Hey, hey, This freestyle's really silly

I don't know why we're doing this really

I think I should just go and go to Berlin but no

You had to diss me here, you hobo

What's that? Are you going to laugh?

Oh, is bro writing a paragraph?

[Verse 2: Keithian 2 Dope]

I'm a lyrical genius and I chopped off your penis!

You had no walls on your penis cause you only got platinum sheets on your balls!

Fuck Keithstuck! its time for you to get hit by a truck

Fuck Rondunk! its time for you to get put in the back of my trunk!

Like that fuckin album cover for that slim shady LP, oh my god!

My name is, uh, what?

My name is, uh, who?

My name is, chika, chika Ron goes BOOM!

[Verse 3: etsuron]

Fuck your mother, Keithy 2 Dope!

I'm gonna make you scream god's name, call me The Pope

When i see you i just wanna break ya neck

Then givе ya a peck!

Fuck you and Rondunk you can both suck my dick!

Then get to choosе: death or life, c'mon, pick

My rhymes are like water, they flow

Yours are sticky, like dough

[Verse 4: Keithy 2 Dope]

I was the first in the rap game and I have no shame

So dont try and make me take the blame

For your bad raps that sound like you wrote them when taking several craps

I left the water on, by the way, by flicking all the taps

Do you even shit anyway?

If you've got Platinum Balls, like, what do you do every day?

Why are you gon' give me a peck?

You lookin' stupid, like a T-Rex!

Rondunk ain't a person, they can't suck your dick

But you'd love that, wouldn't you you, prick?!

Your rhymes work like a road, but its got a whole lot of bump

Your dad is what I'm gonna hump!

My rhymes arent sticky like dough, but if they were they'd stick, though

Get off me dawg, or you'll get to taste the smog!

Your rhymes hop up and down in quality like a frog

[Verse 5: etsuron]

Whoops, sorry, I'm at a gameshow right now

"Who wants to tell me for 400 dollars who sucks the most dick now?"

I know, I know! His name is Keith!

Fuck you and your clique

I'm gonna burst in your house and fuck your mama

Actually, nah, she's built like a llama

Why the fuck would i taste the smog? Are you NYC?

Shanghai? Rio? Shut your ass up and see

I am bodying your ass

What you should do is pass

Not a test, but your life

Oh, look, now i have the knife!

[Verse 6: Keithian 2 Dope]

So what if i suck dick?

At least i spit bars even while I'm sick

I don't got a house

So stop running your mouth

What the fuck you mean by you're bodying my ass?

I don't want none of that nonsensical sass!

Give me that knife!

I need to stab some random guys wife

I'll chop ya head off like the Grim Reaper with a scythe!

[Verse 7: etsuron]

Bro looks like Cooper

Tried to spin like a chip, call 'em Doober

He looks like a coke machine

This ain't friends, you ain't Charlie Sheen

You're not the Grim Reaper

You're the goofy life taker

Don't call this sass, you know this isn't that

Are you saying this only because your momma is fat?

Stop fucking talking and drop the mic

Exit the booth, and go kill someones wife

[Verse 8: Keithian 2 Dope]

Who the fuck is Cooper?

You're dumb, like a Storm Trooper

So what if I'm the goofy life taker?

At least people love me

But your ass wants to be above me

Low ass bar with my mom being fat

But hey i'll leave that at that

You want me to go kill someones wife?

Bet, I'll smash this fucking window and jump out

Still rapping and im running down the street

Like the neckcutta about to take someone's wife's life

Where were we? Oh yeah, the sass

If I was in the studio I'd smell your gas

Because you're a fart smella

Not a smart fella

It ain't sass if your bars don't make sense

Don't create lyrical loose ends