Live From the Block, Lexx Luthor, Syd Vicious - Syd Vicious vs. Lexx Luthor lyrics

I said I'mma be honest, I ain't bring
Shit but one round and filler, nigga
'Cause a real shooter know it only takes
One round to kill a nigga!
I said it's been a long time coming, Lexx
You've been scared of these bars
Get ready to fall
Mufasa on that ledge, and I'm Scar
I keep a l'il Uzi with me
Like Cannon and Dram'
Don't make me back out on
You like a narrow garage
The Devil is God, my nigga
I've been writing this whole week
But, I don't write words
All I writefire emojis! You try to mic jack
You gonna die in your own sleep
The way I preach to 'em
This body remind me of Cochise
I said you gassed, inner tube
So I'll give you a slow leak


I will plug you, flat-out, airing
Your flow weak don't speak
Get robbed in the grill, no gold teeth
Sock you in the mouth
I'm Mick Foley with that dope reach
Now, y'all think I'm supposed to
Kill his ass with personals, right?
Well, I don't give a fuck
Enough about your personal life!
You gonna talk about me
Being President, my career
Or how I choked on the mic-
Like everybody else I battle
Bitch, get a flow and a wife!
This nigga sweet
He be looking for dirt and digging deep
He be scrolling through your Facebook
Checking a nigga tweets
He be all up in your e mails
Searching through WikiLeaks
(That's that Hillary Clinton shit)
Yo, his bitch a beast from
The East named Renee
I missed her cheeks, so I hit the freak
I said, so I hit the freak, flirting
To see how that mouth working
When you leave, she out serving
When you home, devout virgin
He caught us on the couch twerking
I cut her with the head, I'm a scalp surgeon
She on her knees, cleaning up the mess
She got house serving
You ain't about murking
I'll wet you with them rings
That's a shower curtain
A bunch of arms lift him off his feet
Like he crowd surfing lunacy!

You better ask about me!
I'll leave this whole place stumped
I'm a lumberjack i couldn't wait to get this
Pussy in the ring, like the ThunderCats
You know what they said
They need a cheap opponent
For my fucking match
I mean, oh, that's Syd: I could stomach that
What's up, Snuffleupagus?
This gonna be a whipping, it should be
All you did in battle rap was
Lose to some old guys
Someone give him a cookie
You ran Grind Time Atlanta, right?
I ain't a betting man
But you're fitting to push me
The president's about to get trumped, and
I got a grip on it, pussy
You should've held your division down
Looked into pay-per-views and
Expanding the bandwidth
Instead of only paying attention
To the door money
And expanding your band width
Notice when I talk about Grind Time
His hand twitch
'Cause it all went bad after every
Event got milked that you ran, syd
And he just copped a new crib
But had to buy the canopy separate
He says he's the king of his household
And not the man to be messed with
I got some goons that'll sneak in your
Son's room while your family's resting
And take Syd's heir's shit
Like Final Fantasy 7!
You're the assistant manager of
The hotel, Jason
But look like your fucking job's welding
You 6'2", 260, and look like you softer
Than butterscotch velvet
I'm a fucking fat kid from New York
And every rapper within 100 blocks felt it
They put me on to gain momentum
Like the Juggernaut helmet!
And that's ironic, 'cause you're
A heavy metal head
Even named yourself Syd Vicious
Switched to battle rap, fell off
Now he about to quit spitting
Plus you was in a band
Couldn't even sell six tickets
So, shut the fuck up: you gotta
Rock with rap like Limp Bizkit!
Team fucking Homi, man! It's Round 1!
Aye, that was for y'all, man!
Make some fucking noise, man!
Let's go!

I said, this is the second-round eulogy
Nigga or should I say divorce?
You separating from the game when
You take this loss
10-4, stolen line! This your day in court
And I'm the prosecutor for the case
Let me make the charge
The defendant, Lexx Luthor, he be taking bars
When I battled Syah
I had a line that was crazy hard i said
"I'll lick a barrel to his
Neck like a St bernard!" crowd cheered
The whole room start to shake in awe
That was on Don't Flop don't
Act like you ain't involved!
'Cause you was there to battle Brixx
When we made the call
And, not even a year later
This lazy fraud says
"Your dog get a barrel on his
Neck like a St bernard!"
Nigga, that shit the same!
Nigga, listen, this next sentence
I'mma make it harsh
The god'll rock your whole head
Like the face on Mars i said
We make examples out of niggas
That'll break the laws
And since you did the crime, bitch nigga
You facing bars!
Now, if you take the plea and catch this 30
You're safe to leave i'm a nightmare
Like Freddy appearing in Jason's dreams
Lexx Luthor, all that Superman shit
That's make-believe!
I can get one of my Crips
Tonight to make him bleed!
Bitch, I stay with trees burning
So I tend to forget shit
I remembered to make sure
You never forget this you giftless you don't
Even celebrate Christmas
You a battle comedian
I'm a battle emcee it's a difference!
These niggas nowadays
All they need is a gimmick
They Christian or a nerd
You ain't meaner than Vicious i'm hot nigga
You can't even be in my kitchen
You a bitch, so it's only right
I leave you the dishes, nigga!
Let's go! Lunacy!

He said I took lines your
Verses should come with Carfax
'Cause you stole my Trey Songz trayvon
J'Kwon rap y'all ever seen Bar Rescue? Well
Where the alarms at? You ain't Jon Taffer
Motherfucker! Gimme my bar back!
You got surpassed by all the
Rappers that you put on
The whole starting team
Brixx Belvedere, John John Da Don
And even Carter Deems
Nowadays, you on YouTube
Biting bars and schemes
Trying to reword the punch
Like an Arthur meme!
You gon' have to prove you a vet tonight
Let's go, Syd they gon' say I slayed a
Name on some Deathstroke shit
This Tommy dream about a Kendo stick
Keep thinking it's a game
And you could get the hands
On screen like Nintendo Switch!
You are a piece of shit!
Let's have a quick discussion
You could blindfold me and put a hand behind
My back: I got this fist for something
You got a Christopher Wallace
Disguise for Halloween
And the shit's disgusting
I hope you're the only one
At the costume party
'cause you're Big for nothing!
I keep killing rappers, I can't sleep
I just stay up and kiss my Bible
WCW: in this ring
We gon' see if Syd's a psycho
I'll chop him up in pieces
And rip his spinal
Then hide the limbs in the laundry
Mat: it's a Vicious cycle!
I bring gun bars to life
You can get lead injections
This 38 locks on his
Dome like dreadhead extensions
I'll do a drive-by in Texas
With my West End connections
Watch me steer with a revolver and a rifle
In the back like Red Dead Redemption!
Man, suck my dick and write a book about it!
Keep banging!

I said you'll get a fade in
A box: that's a retro cut
This pump a summer blockbuster: get
Your whole set blown up
Lucky sevens in the clip
I'mma press yo' luck think Powerball
You getting mill's with a couple of bucks
You'll get a big chopper drawn at
You chest: that's Brock Lesnar
I bring the iron in when I'm bored
The Glock press ya
Magazines if you play, boy, you not Hefner
Can't dash if I touch you
Lexx: you not a Tesla
Hold on, hold on, who you rep, bro?
Nigga, Writers Bloque? SONS? Ammo? Nigga
The Dallas Cowboys?
This nigga be clique-jumping
Became an honorary member of Team Homi
And started dick-sucking
Their sticks busting
We quick-rushing like Emmett Smith running
You wanna be famous? Good!
I'm shooting stars: you got your wish coming!
I said, I keep two fours armed
Call 'em Goro and Sheeva
They'll line you up back-to back
Like Follow the Leader swallow your pride
Or see if you can swallow the Nina
Or you get a little cap to the
Back of your head: Hava Nagila! (L'chaim)
I said, grill cooking outside of your dome
That's a tailgate
Move and get checked when I draw, nigga
Stalemate hate, and get slapped in the face
You don't want no problems with me that's
Not a chance this rapper wanna take!
Wait, wait, wait, Pen
Don't this nigga look like Sara Kana?
No, no, for real
Like a bit taller and a little fat?
I'm like Sara Kana
Toothe Sara that brought the real strap!
Get punched over a punchline
Leave your grill cracked!
And that line wasn't a punchline
That was real (rap)
If I don't get Battler of the Year
I'm 'bout to steel-clap!
So tell the Source I got a
Big K and an ill MAC!
Listen, send me any PG nigga
I'mma grill scrap!
Put me on URL, everybody getting killed
Smack! Lunacy!

Yo, yo, Syd, you are big and ugly
Fuck how you feel inside
Plus, you been on a losing streak
You got a L for every time that Krillin died
You are old and washed-up:
I'mma kill this guy!
Wait, those are my bars for Marv:
Good thing they still apply!
You gon' get the bars after I school you
Don't think it's true and see
My MAC'll pick him up after it sit
Him down like a booster seat
I said I wouldn't battle Syd
'cause he ain't what he used to be
But now I'm cooking
And going against the grain:
I guess I'm gluten-free
You got bodied by Bender, OD, it's a crime
Click the link: he blew it and
Passed like the Ocarina of Time
Catch me at WeGoHard
Smoking weed while I rhyme
With some groupies i needs a lot of head
Like Overeem in his prime!
And I got a mail-order bride
She from Lebanon
And ain't nobody hit it like the Pentagon
Talk that conspiracy shit! I said
Catch me on Syd's block with my weapon on
He'd turn to jet
And hide his face in the hood like Megatron!
How should I kill him? I
Could use a kitchen knife
Or let my 9 decorate his
Crib like Christmas lights
I got a photon cannon, it's a sick device
And it comes from the future
Like Pippen's wife!
(Nigga, what are you saying!?)
I said, yo, yo, I'm killing this guy
I said, for one
I throw shade like Scott Summers
It's sciencei had to give an L
To a name like Ron Hubbard!
Shit's real in the field he get gassed
Around the room like a crop duster
And they gon' pay my rent
'cause this footage off the
Wall like Blockbuster!
I just fucking 3-0'd this guy
Can I get a fucking Beast Mode? (Beast Mode)
Team fucking Homi, man!