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lirik lagu nugget vs. japanese jesus – ibattle

[round 1: nugget]
now i’m irish
bein’ a good catholic is pretty much the only option in life
so i have jesus for breakfast every sunday, b*tch: body of christ
and so far, both times you’ve been on ibattle, you’ve lost
‘cause your aggressive style doesn’t carry across
this is your third time fallin’? i guess jesus couldn’t carry the cross
you’ve been around since gt * that’s one of the original leagues of this sh*t
‘til you lost to chedda cheese and…look like ya been eatin’ it since!
fast*forward to ibattle, ‘cause you’ve been known for over ten years
lost to biscuits…startin’ to noticin’ a trend here
‘cause food is your enemy
look at ya! it’s depletin’ your health
now you’re losin’ to nugget?
i guess history has a strange way of repeating itself
‘cause it’s man vs. food * man’s nil for 3
your next battle should be on a snack dvd!
oh, it’s vicious
‘cause you been gettin’ owned by loads of dishes
but bro, i’m so religious
so i know you’d k!ll it on the main stage…versus loaves and fishes
you see, j*panese jesus hasn’t seen p*n*s since the day he discovered cans of cream cheeses
imagine this fat slob, with a chick laid out on her back
he’d have to squeeze it all together so his d*ck pops out in the fat!
and your american side is all about the pride and the glory
but your j*panese side complains that pearl harbor’s only told from one side of the story
i’m taggin’ jesus in * do the last two lines for me!

[“j*panese jesus”]
boring*ass voice and an average career…
little cheese pops up, you ain’t see me battle for years!

[round 1: j*panese jesus]
aye, nugget, i seen a clip of your the saurus battle, it was nice
you called him an addict for playin’ poker * you gave him some actual advice
you showed him how he’s damagin’ his family wit’ his vice
now the tables turned, you piece of sh*t, because you gamblin’ wit’ ya life
i’m accurate, precise
shoot six from the .45, head crackin’ wit’ the dice
pull off in somethin’ mean, don’t ask me about the price
jesus, you ain’t seen a whip like this since passion of the christ
been gettin’ paid before the white, before the office meetings
them 6 a.m. eastsider fiends
so i cook coke with ostarine while listenin’ to the rocky theme
your next birthday will be coffin*themed
i’ll lay you out where you stand
i’m foul wit’ the hands, like a soccer team in a boxing ring!
i’ll rock his jersey, rock his head, it’s like a rocket sign in
when i’m in your projects when them rockets flyin’, gary, it’s not rocket science
front page, gun raise, bustin’ out the hyundai
irish bodies in the streets, b*tch: it’s sunday, bl**dy sunday
i’m honest as ever, i’ll body whoever
nugget, you’re more like a boneless conor mcgregor
this got that clean body, fresh out the shower feel
kick your sh*t in, one move get this coward k!lled
pull out the steel as big as a power drill
and it’s for his (forrest) mother like sally fields!
i’m a guru wit’ the primo: that’s mass appeal
caps get peeled
.40 shot put him down: that’s track & field
fry nugget wit’ the toy: he a happy meal! hah!
you a lame, i’m ashamed we in the same division
to beat me, you’d need laser vision and jay’s ambition
throw him a rope, let him hang himself with the racial tension
peer in his casket, feelin’ sarcastic
“look at him * always played the victim.”
i’ll take your chick and mold her (mulder), you can check my ex files (x*files)
frown all you want, b*tch * this razor’ll make your neck smile
this battle ain’t fair, ‘cause you at your best now
you’ve been quarantined since your teens
that means you used to bein’ exiled…you the redheaded stepchild, hah

- ibattle

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