[Round 1: Illmaculate]

This tall motherfucker!

He tries to pull hoes and can't

Cause he's a hoe with Cam's delivery

So when he talks about popping off, you know it's rap

He will never load the blam literally

I'll crush him like a soda can and choke the man viciously

He ain't ever sold a gram, I know the mans history

He be holding hands trying to go and dance with his team

Rock N' Roller swag with them holy ass skinny jeans

What? You thought Lenny Kravitz would let me have it?

No, not today

It must be a spendy habit sniffing coke off a tray

But if this sissy ass ain't a trendy faggot well shit he's just a frohawk away

Look so just know, Ill's a savage

I wanted to battle fora G in Portland, he said "no," little faggot

All that shit talk with no skill and no skrill to back it

When I serve you now you can't blame it on home field advantage

I got em shook in my presence; let's take a look at the evidence

Even QP said "Con's my man, but I don't think he should've accepted it"

I said "You think I challenged him? He'll get what he deserves, that pussy requested it"

I swear to God, look at this motherfucker, this is my competition?

The truth is he'll say some funny shit and have some laughable metaphors

But real talk he's ducked the fuck out

Of his last 3 battles he was scheduled for

He even bitched out in Portland, like a lil' fucking jerk

Said he couldn't afford a plane ticket, I thought you hustled work?

You only talk about it, I actually put my hustle first

Looked up the ticket and purchased it just to murk this bitch

And I'ma fucking get my money's worth

This is real talk, all this shit happened really yo

We were supposed to battle in Portland, but this faggot really won't

The truth is I said I'll come to your hometown and snatch your skrilla bro

Then he started acting like a little hoe

Back peddling like "Yeah, but that's a little different though."

And that's a direct fucking quote

You know what, you're right, cause if you lose no one's shocked

See this is Pass and Daylyt, Math and Dose, make a move and the fun stops

This is Solomon, Mic Assassin, you're losing and I'm not

This is Arsonal and Hollow, this is Mook and Yung Hot

This is body bag, so acting hard isn't suitable behavior

Even having your name on the same flyer as me

Makes it look like your foolish moves are major

I just made your career, get on YouTube and view it later

You'll see the truth is, even letting you lose to me is doing you a favor

But look do me a favor

Don't give him bigger battles or start interviewing this bitch

You're pitiful, simplistic

You got me feeling stupid for even giving you this privilege

See I never been beat, you'll never be me

You wish you kept the receipt, but you can't take it back I'm a legend and you ain't even the best in your league

He don't clap lead, he's just a bitch that's been giving a fair chance

Duke holla, I'll brawl with you and everything

See he a crackhead cleaning up shit with his bare hands

For 2 dollars and a malt liquor energy drink

Dog I'll leave you resting in peace and quest this my peeps

But he's more like Apollo, except he's even less of a G

He wouldn't even walk down Sesame Street unless he was 70 deep

Don't show me your mean face you little clean shaped swamp rat

I don't gotta put money on your head, I got a prepaid contract

I'll whoop that ass and my dudes got 3k on that

You whoop my ass? You boys wouldn't put a key chain on that

You could talk about shit you ain't got we'll give you some leeway on that

But lay a finger on me and that ass won't make it to the freeway on ramp

Queer looking motherfucker man...

[Round 1: Conceited]

Listen faggot!

You calling me a rat is a irrelevant

I'm a rat but you still scared of me, that makes you an elephant

See you wanna say I skip chow but faggot I wasn't even in town

So when Illmaculate rapping, don't think yo Mac is a savage I saw your last two battles and that Dizaster was Madness

People didn't give you the win cause you was spitting it clever

You appeared to be ill, maculate They felt sorry for you cause you look sicker than ever

But I know where this drug addict went damn wrong

He left chubby, started fucking with the rock

And lost more weight than Cam'ron

But he don't wanna leave it alone because he love it do death

Change your name to Redman the way you keep fucking with Meth

And another thing that got me real pissed about you

Your nicknames "Ill" but besides your health there's nothing sick about you

That's why your whole gimmick is ironic, you should be shutting your mouth

You got the words "ill" and "mac" in your name

Two things you'll never know nothing about

I dump and I sprout once I aim the Ruger

Ain't nothing funny about this clip Mac, it ain't a blooper

Really this thang will shoot ya, you never came for the drama

Cause your crew's name is the Sand People

We supposed to believe that y'all stay with them llamas?

You been hiding real well for that year, who'd you stayed with? Osama?

You spent all your WRC money, now he's asking for change like Obama

So I know Illmac ain't seeing cash with them measly raps

You got no Kraft, since this battle is for Cheese it's gonna be Easy Mac

So you can take one look at him and see that Gregory broke

That's why your last name says it all because Gregory's Poor/Po

That Desert will blow or the .45 will go right in the bullseye

How you gon’ call yourself Big, Mac? When you just a small fry

See like I can use short jokes on him literally

Illmac you a little geek who's even too little for little league

But see this not my style, I know how to make Grind Time get crazy

Just say... "You look like Greg Brady and Ms. Daisy had a big baby with Slim Shady

Who blew up like an M-80

Fuck that the shit I grip spit crazy

And I put Rockets to your T, Mac like McGrady

This big 80 will cock and shoot and I'll get rid of III like a doctor do

I rock the booth and I got the coldest raps

I've always had a PC, but now I can say that I've owned a Mac

As far as your raps who the fuck you gon’ lie to?

You named your album Police Brutality?

Who the fuck is gon’ buy you?

He thought because the title had something to do with pigs

That ill would spread faster than the swine flu

See you slide through and make tracks about being a burglar

But that's something you not dumb dumb

Cause battling Quest is the only time you robbed someone

And I see you mocking someone

You a sloppy disgrace

He saw The Saurus style, called himself Mac so he can copy and paste

So you let him help with this battle so you can maybe come harder

Now I can say I sonned Greg and Peter, I'm the Brady Bunch father

[Round 2: Illmaculate]

He used my name against me, even broke down every syllable

Like "Ill" and "Mac" that shit is so predictable

You would do that, cause that's something that a bitch would do

Now you know time limit rules working against you

Cause everybody sick of you

See it doesn't matter if we're in Portland, I'm vicious

I'll spit fortified sickness

Con we could ignore the time limits

But you'll spit 30 seconds of material over the course of 5 minutes

I should curb stomp your, you on the outside looking in

New York, Florida, Cali, you a turf hopper

He gets ran out of every hood he's in

Soon as your squad roll up, get your strong hold touch

You better thank the stars

You don't get John Doe'd and beat on like Bongo drums

He got basic bars, he claim he hard, but everything he said's a gay remark

I guess that's why you "paaaause" so much

With your small ass hands, probably use em to palm goat nuts

Someone tell me why this little lawn gnome fuck is trying to act all grown up

You taking knife hits, we inhale the greenest haze

You sucking guys dicks, in jail receiving AIDS

Rhyming slow "liiiike this" even a snail is keeping pace

I'll turn Conceited into a shy bitch with a tail between his legs

We throwing dro in a jar to get my skrilla equal

I'll hit you with so many arms I'll millipede you

You so phony it's hard to still believe you

And that voice killing me I guess that's why most of his bars are about killing people

You looking sick and feeble, this bitch is see-through

And since you 'grip the Eagle' the clips/Clipse will greet you

Like "everyone say hello to Mr. Me Too"

Me too, I'm 5'5" but I'm feeling diesel

Walking through you to get to the stage, my bad lil homie, didn't see you

And I say "Ill homie" cause it feel like you're "this" small to me

I don't respect your battle record, persona or your discography

Faggot see, I don't play around but this kid should be at recess

You just a bitch to me that seem stressed

You kidding me? How he's dressed?

You ain't an American Idol But you could probably hit the scene with Seacrest

Sporting them skinny jeans and V-necks

Get real you ain't pitching caine on the curb

You'll get your kilo snatched and played for the herb

And matter fact I know a chick here

That'll beat yo ass if I gave her the word

Man I give em a fair dose of some rare jokes

But I hope this square chokes and dies

Along with any rapper that uses "air" quotes

Fuck a cheap shot right, that's when Dizaster occurs

Speaking of which, I hope you choke and collapse in the third

When you're rapping your verse

Then quit like a bitch like that other faggot I served

I don't give a fuck if this cat's challenging the vets

You don't have talent you a mess

He from NY? I think this cat traveled to the west

Just to see Illmac battle in the flesh

He asked for bus fair to catch the mass transit or the express

I'll give em a buck 50 and tell me to panhandle for the rest

[Round 2: Conceited]

As far as pussies everybody knows I love to smash it

I know you gay cause a Mac is made by Apple, which is a fruit, you fucking faggot!

You see this man's lethal, I'll squeeze that damn Eagle

Fill em all with shells now y'all really can be Sand People

I'm hotter than a heat wave

You keep showing us the same shit like a replay

Illmac ain't got bars, your phone's prepaid

I squeeze treys give the sand people Heat like D. Wade

That'll wet up all the people in the sand like a beach wave

See he's gay and the type that like his spine fractured

You don't go for the cat, you go for the sack like a linebacker

I'm a nine clapper, you from Portland but you never seen them Blazers come

I can hit you with a knife or a gun (Oregon’) like the state you from

I hate this bum, I slay vets and I spit great

Your rhymes full of gay sex in a big way

And you got mad cause people literally took a rain check on your mixtape

This dick face can get a slug from me

Or the blade will give him a buck 50 like lunch money

The 44 got a big nose like Doug Funny

You'll be in the ground in a hole like Bugs Bunny

Cause we all tuck and my dog buck like Bud Bundy

Illmac ain't got real cash, this bum's bummy

You do all the work but Peter get the fame, you The Saurus' stunt dummy

So listen I'ma do it like this, I don't wanna hear none of that chitty chat

Cause listen you'll get wet like Aquaman, I go to Portland

Lasers go on top of the burners like pots and pans

So you ain't living none of that

Only reason you got love for New York is cause you're a Midget, Mac

So I don't even know why III's spitting

When The Saurus gave you life, you Peter's son, you like Chris Griffin

When them clips lifting the heat will shoot, it's mad noise

When the scope is on it's like Pokemon I'll peak at you (Pikachu) and blast toys (Blastoise)

I clap boys and when them rods are powing

I'm give III, matics like Nas' album

And they all gon’ pop and stretch him

So y'all know who's gon’ die, III Will like Nas' best friend

I don't wanna hear nothing 'bout how you rhyme about dope

Only reason you ever flipped a quarter is cause you a Grind Time host

[Round 3: Illmaculate]

He wanna act like he a gun for hire, like he'll bust the iron

If you believe that then I'm the caveman that discovered fire

In other words "No you won't you fucking liar."

See you do not have 'caine to package, you became an addict

You a blatant faggot, fuck outta here you little boy go play in traffic

I'II murk you and anyone that you sit around with

On different couches talking shit I'm better than you and there's no way to get around it

Me and Conceited were shooting craps it got serious and the chips amounted

I roll snake eyes then took the cash like "You ain't gon’ do shit about it."

It's like you played at the Casino, I just robbed him for all of his cheese

And don't play with me Mijo, you ain't shaving a kilo

You just a fraudulent G

Look at him I'm deflating his ego

Son's cocky but all of us see

I got built up frustration and I been waiting To Debo somebody smaller than me

And you fit the bill, you're chick's next

She got a Pelican's beak and a thick neck

That shit look's like an elephants knee

And if she gets wet you could probably smell it for weeks

Now that's some shit the best pimp couldn't sell in the streets

You don't want it with me you'll get stretched

You're too delicate chief

See he wanted to be in Dipset but his impressions were weak

He even met most of the camp yo, it was a big deal for him

He ran up on Cam's Lambo and tried to squeegee the windshield for him

Cam sped off, he like "I just wanted to roll in his whip and drive with him."

Even he knew when it's time to roll with your clique, you're side switching

He's like "what's wrong? I'm loading the clip, my 9's clicking" Then 40 Cal spit in his face and told em to stop dry snitching

And this gay bitch ain't wash his face since

Now he's off to fronting like "oh this is Juelz cell calling"

He's as soft as muffin's but he feel like he accomplished something

Just cause Hell Rell robbed him

He loved every second of it too, he even caught his bitch misbehaving

She was with Duke Da God getting naked

And that shit didn't even get em angry

He thought his membership to the crew was under consideration

Cause Duke tricked him saying "Con close the door, it's only initiation."

Then this bitch, he started grinning like a little hoe

He thought they let him in the crew, good thing they didn't though

They like "I'm sorry Con, you just too little holmes."

Then he had a fit to throw like "All my bitches say that, man I figured so."

This bitch, he even got a story about Jimmy Jones

He was trying to get his autograph outside of one of his biggest shows

On some Stan shit he was in the cold, -6 below 4 hours and he just said "no."

Stand on your own, this is one of my pet peeves

You talk strong, but if you thought he was a threat? Please...

You thought wrong, cause in real life

He's just a TextCee on letsbeef.com

That's why I'm already thinking bout the next battle after him

Cause I got trophies and rings in real life and you're just a text battle champion

And for those of y'all with a life that don't know what that means

This motherfucker signs online, battles other nerds just like himself

All around the world, it's fucking sad, look...

And that's why I ain't buying your hard act, like you violent and all that

You wouldn't step inside of a fight or a small scrap

He ain't banging in street wars

He's the type to resolve that banging his keyboard and typing in all caps

So don't say another word

Any street cred you mistakenly gave em was undeserved

You're a fucking nerd, you ain't flipping birds

You're just flipping out whenever your cordless mouse doesn't work

While Poindexter talks about how he murders cats

Or has the burner strapped

He rather be debating the finer points of HTML vs Flash with his nerdy ass

You ain't pitching crack rock for the cash

You live your life on the net, you should be the mascot of that trash

And if you don't like it, what you gon’ do?

Bust a Caps lock on my ass?

You a Girl Scout so don't act like you drama starting or your Llama's sparking

All serve you all a cart and you leave you on a carton

Cause in real life he's just a bus boy at the fucking Olive Garden

And don't give me that look like you don't know what I'm talking 'bout

Your runs over I seen it

I'll come to your work, knock the plate settings off your table

And stomp you out when you come over to clean it

Try running up, I'll murk em, watch em break in two

Lil homie what the fuck? I'm not person trying to play with you

You could be runner up, this serve is not debatable

Cause you ain't got a gun to bust, but I'm sure you got a table to

So this bitch right here, he got a job

So that's a fact I'm normally fine with looking past

But how you gon’ come to the battle smelling like Tortellini shrimp alfredo, a hooker's ass

I swear to God, fetch me some food to eat and your finest wine

And don't worry about this battle, you're gonna lose to me, it's finalized

Cause you ain't in your comfort zone without a work apron And a computer screen to hide behind

I know they watching this battle like "Shit, he's relentless."

I should let this square fix me some breakfast

But instead go get me some bread sticks or I'm keeping your 15% bitch

So if you wanna talk about my crew, you better speak on facts

Cause on the real you ain't seeing none of my team on tracks

And as far as the streets go, you really think he gon’ scrap?

Only one weighs a buck 20 and he'll stomp this peon flat

I got 5 G's and both my rings on that

Body bag...

[Round 3: Conceited]

Greg you got identity theft, I swear I think III lost it

You wanna be black so bad you want us to call you "milk chocolate"

See I'm rock hard, you a soft daisy

You couldn't be Slim, who you supposed to be? Short Shady?

And the Sand People a bunch of wannabe Eminem's

But y'all bugging with the swag since y'all wanna be M&M's

I'ma put him in a bag

And this is the truth, please believe it

Since y'all fake M&M's we'll call him Reeces Pieces

So I could look at your face and see that cap is lying

Matter fact that Mac is flying

A computer charger won't save this Mac from dying

So Mac stop, a laptop's the only time we see Mac with keys

Got no cheese, Velveeta's the only time we see Mac with cheese

I go in his house with Beretta's and pounds

I'ma kill this square, make sure he's never a-round

You'll be dead in the ground I got niggas in Cali that'll clap men

So I got a Westside Connection that'll give Mac, 10 (Mack 10)

So you saying you the best? I'm not buying it

How the fuck are you Ill when Mac's don't get viruses?

So why you even try to spit when all you making is gay songs?

How you gon’ blow up like Napalm

When you couldn't even blow up an H bong?

I keep that thang palmed, and when the hammy bucking crazy

They'll have to identify you by your legs like the nanny from Muppet Baby

I want your gravy so don't act surprised

After I book with his loot I'm cooking this fruit like an apple pie

All them jokes gon’ get you top story on channel 5

So keep being funny and like Bernie you'll be another Mac to die

Rapping wise this is a written battle all that freestyling shit you not shining

You must've lost your noodle If you think you could come off the top rhyming (Top Ramen)

You rely on rebuttals, writtens is what you're lacking the most

You will never be a rapper with quotes

You more like Laffy Taffy, just a rapper/wrapper with jokes

I'm clapping the toast, when the caliber's sparking

They gon’ click and pop like when Africans talking

Your whole bracket is boring

We all said the North West is that silly division

He claim he "run it,"

Think he on the same level as Lush and Drect, but really he isn't

As far as Grind Time you just a BITCH

That wanna be President like Hilary Clinton

See listen what me and you spitting is different

You rap about making bills

And you might have clips/Clipse but they ain't for real (Pharrell)

So I don't wanna hear how you spray the steel or air the Ruger

You like Ferris Bueller, you faking ill

You got basic skill, how the fuck you want the crown?

Going to labels like "I swear you gon’ love the sound, just play a track."

But since your name is MAC they shut you down

The whole crowd'll jump around cause I'm running this big show

You'll be down from just one bar, something like limbo

Once I let all the guns and the clips blow

For the first time y'all gon’ see a Mac running through Windows

With all this info I sweat this shit is scary

You sweeter than a dingle berry

You such a wannabe The Saurus just change your name to Dictionary

But now I think you wanna be me, what kinda shit are you on?

Little man you better cut it like a coupon

Cause you not a G MC so what makes you think that you Con (Yukon)?

I keep the tool on, when the caps'll pop em I swear he'll go in the freezer like Baskin Robbins

Play Batman then my ass is Robin/Robbin

And don't think that your raps are rocking

The Saurus been carrying III longer than Magic Johnson

Cause I swear III you nothing but a peon

Like that Celtics player The Saurus got Po on his back we should call hi Leon

You might think The Sand People gon’ be there for you to lean on

If that's your people, I'ma have Sand in front of the ER like Deon

So now we all know that Illmac fake

Don't think Mac Lethal This Mac 10 will have him with Mac Dre

I swear you nothing like a sad waste

Since you look like Eminem this how I'm gon’ diss you

Them big jeans is yelling "ILLMAC I DON'T FIT YOU!"