Kyle Exum - The Grandpa vs Grandma Rap Battle lyrics

Oh, so you won't let him eat, huh?
Should've known you belong to the streets
Huh? His mama already don't feed him what
He needs, huh?
Not even a little tiny snack before
He leaves, huh? Please, hun
First off,  better lean back
You've been trippin' way
Before your injury, mac
To say "You ain't on my nerves"
That would be a cap
Only thing that's really poppin' 'bout
You is your kneecaps
Granny ain't sweet, bon appetit
Let me leave this Earth
Before he leaves hungry just selfish
Can't give him spare change for his needs?
Don't you speak
All that cap made your hairline recede
You think you're young or clean
Like Michael B or something
But you're lookin' rough, I'm talking 2020
'Stache on dusty carpet
Call up Stanley Steamers
You ain't Steve Harvey
You're on Justin Bieber let my baby starve
I'm the only one that's fed up
He's 21, so, he ain't fully developed
Always talk the past until we talk
'bout how you messed up keep it 2 Virgils
I'm a dime so get your sense up
That's why they like Granny better
All you've got are stories
I'm the real thing when I chef up
They weren't hungry!
But they're skin and bones
Need more of my dessert!
You've been falling off
Need to go get you some Life Alert
3-0, just call out what I see, bingo
You don't speak what I speak, lingo
You've got childish ways, chico
You don't even need your verse
You shouldn't try to try
Not even Nationwide is 'gon be on your side
Like your iPhone
You don't know how to play me
Number 1 rule: Don't mess
With Granny's babies

You ain't cappin', oh you feel that, huh?
Talkin' 'bout my hair can get
Your wig snatched up
Always cookin' somethin'
Ain't you had enough?
All that food goes straight to
Your thu dun-du dun
Call me dusty, guess your barely lookin'
How you leavin'? DM's drier
Than your cookin'
I almost kicked the bucket
With your chicken cutlet
You've been fallin' off just
Like your saggy gullet
Like please, the favorite is me
They still ask for stories 'fore
They go to sleep
Think you're hard but you're soft
I'm talking Cream of Wheat
Yeah, their Mama is trippin'
Guess she got your genes got nerve
Talkin' 'bout my 'stache
Ain't lookin' fine you would know it
Your mustache as big as mine
Still give Grandma's kisses
Kids are suffocating
Chapped up lips about to die from dehydration
Two more? You think you're
The chill one? Humor
Oh, ain't got nothin' to say? Uber
You always blowin' stuff up, boomer
Baby, I really love you but you're trippin'
Please, you took the baby's food!
Wait, that wasn't me! Ok, then who was it-
Wait is that our son?
Boy, I'm 80, but whoop like I'm 21
Boy come here!