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garfield vs lord beerus - discord rap battles lyrics

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beerus verse 1:
you’re already dead, pest, no need for introductions
better welcome your vet, then, you’ll meet your destruction
this dumb pumpkin gets punted, i’ll put this to bed
and shut this runt down like i grabbed the scruff of his neck
i’ve ate nothing as devoid of flavor as the work of davis
yes, a cat can make bread, but ends up all around tasteless
so, whis? “yes?” start to pack our stuff. “oh i’m on it”
i’m starving, and bored of both this planet and that comic

garfield verse 1:
not a piece of lasagna, but boy will this bite
like super’s animators, let’s not draw out this fight
woke up from my nap to scratch a rap itch like fleas
but you put me back to sleep with these dragon ball…zzzz’s
i got your tongue easy, please, my victory’s a treat
i’m a fat cat with phat raps, you always land on de*feat
who’s serving who? cause it seems with cheese, you bring a slew
enough chit chat, i eat beats, dweeb, it’s what i do
i’m hungry as a horse, you cooking stuff up? adorable
i’m immortal of course, but you’re just more of a morsel
it’s your horrible taste against my more filling courses
i’m coming back for seconds, not my final form or portions

beerus verse 2:
consider your disses miss. murray should’ve rewritten em
send your script to the litter bin, i’m not the first bills to p*ss on it
while this fee*line is vigorous, this kitten’s a victim, you’re pitiful
you say “eat your heart out” yet you take it too literal
when it comes to cynical syndicated kittens, i’m the top
can’t be bothered to incinerate a cosmic comic flop
apology unaccepted, cause you’re like lasagna, weak sauce
creepypasta synonymous, you pile on so much slop
i’m the god of diss tracks, then the god of diss traction
you are printed on paper backs as a minor distraction
it’s 9 times the lie to say your rhymes are up to scratch and
and that divine crime of a verse? the one time you’ve been laughed at
garfield, let me know when those scars heal
cause i’ve got bars hard enough to even make the stars yield
powers? i’ve got a plethora. ugh you’re clearly lesser bud
when comparing weight is the only way you ever measure up …
garfield verse 2:
… *snore*… huh? you’re still goin?
i’ve got ultra instincts this shonen punk has just awoken
you’re hopeless, just blown it, i guess it’s death you’ve chosen
from the get go your face showed this shave ain’t so close yet
quit joking, like merch from the ocean, you’re phoned in
no furball, but you’ve choked against this orange black opponent
robbed robes from tutankhamen, now in hopes of instant ramen
you explode and blow up races, so makes sense you’re zeno*phobic
i get lazy, but frankly, your spotty work is eternal
this unbearable gray area works up my nerves more than nermal
my destruction has been verbal, i take gods and make angels
you’re dopey, like odie, i kicked your trophy off the table

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