Drop The Mic, Lil Rel Howery, Nicole Scherzinger - Lil Rel Howery vs. Nicole Scherzinger lyrics

Yo, yo, yo nah, nah, nah
Nah I don't want no beat I don't need
To beat we doin' this a capella straight
Battle rap style here we go, yeah

It's Nicole Scherzinger, what a surprise
I've heard her name before
But I still gotta Google it every time
You left a girl band in fact, it was two
When will you realize that
The problem is you?
Do anything for fame just to stay in the game
Your whole girl group was just
As lame as Danity Kane
You were the Beyoncé of the
Pussycat Dolls in the beginning
The only difference is Beyoncé's still
Famous for actually singing

Hey everybody, it's our pal, Lil Rel
He looks like if Kenan was eaten by Kel
You can see him every week
On The CarMichael Show
He's the the one that made you
Think Urkel let himself go
You try to act tough
But you're such a weird nerd
Because I know your real name is
Milton Howery I I I
You think you spit facts
I'm sending you back
Sad we're stuck with you now and
Had to lose Bernie Mac

So she won Dancing with the Stars
Like any of us really care
She's a professional dancer, for God's sake
So how is that even fair?
You got a solo career you know
It kinda makes me crack up
You're like a hard drive, 'cause all you
Should do is just do back-up, boo
Yeah, I knew off the bat
This battle would end tragic
You're like a Kardashian
But the one they keep in the attic
It's actually sad how you try to act
Your best movie is the worst Men in Black

How you give yourself the name Lil Rel
When everything you wear is size XXL
Have you avoided being famous on purpose?
You look like Hannibal Buress if he
Ate when he was nervous
Your big break was Get Out
And I know what it means
I get out of the theater
Every time you on screen
(I do, I just I get up, and I get out)
Uh, and you think your nickname
Is some type of riddle
Trust me, I know why people call you "Lil"

It's not true! That's why I wore these jeans
These are my dick print jeans
I know what I did

Stop! She gotta hear this

I'm sorry

So you saw Get Out
Right? You admitted that with grace
Especially 'cause your career is
In the Sunken Place
See, your jokes about my career
It's just too weak
'Cause Get Out made a hundred
Million in just two weeks
Yo, if I asked who you're impressing
Or what medium you're best in
You'll learn some choreography and
Dance around the question, you know?
See, I don't listen to your music
Because I'll tell ya the truth
Your music is a lot like your body
It's overproduced


Shit

It is amazing, though

A little too much bass for you, baby?

Can I redo my last line?
I'm sorry i apologize

You're a funny guy
But you're out of your element
You're Lil Rel, but you're hardly relevant
You're on TV, and that takes guts
To hang on Jarrod CarMichael, his nuts
His nuts, these nuts, sha nuts, sha mone
Sha nuts come on, baby
Uh, I don't know whether to roast you
Or give you belly rubs
You look like Winnie the Pooh
Tryna get into the club
I'm a vet in this bitch, you just a rookie
If I'm the cat
Then tell me why you such a pussy