Freshy Kanal - Bob Ross vs. Bob the Builder lyrics

Rap battle bob the Builder!
Versus! Bob Ross!
Begin!

Hey! The iller builder's arriving
To light a rhyme
Hey! Been redesigning bridges and
Houses since '99
Hey! My guy, you talk so slow
Your art just ain't exciting
Watching your drawn out show's
Like watching paint drying!
But in my line of work
It's a big accomplishment
You're the biggest tool I've ever had
To clean the shop with
You're not the first ASMR dude
To land on Twitch
But your first marriage is something
Even I can't fix

You used to paint dew drops
On top of mountains
But now you're shilling for Mountain
Dew at soda fountains
How 'bout you brush up on rapping sick?
The ladies you'rе bad with 'em
Your first son? Talk about
A happy little accident

How 'bout I tеach the
Blueprints of verse construction? (yeah)
'Cause I'm creative
You just follow the instructions
And once you were back in unsettling action
No talking vehicles could help
Your remake get traction

Oh Bobby! There's ain't no Logic
In all your physics won't top me
Ya boy's got more drip than my acrylics
But looking at your sad schtick
There's nothing I can diss (Why?)
Your whole personality's a blank canvas

Go 2deep with the smooth beats when
I roll in the booth
While your machines got more emotion than you
I've spread the Joy of Painting
To the whole generation
While your show's left aging worse
Than your old claymation

Fuck it! I got better to do
But I don't care!
I'll leave you shitting bricks, motherfucker
I know you're scared
Wow, a fucking bush painting! Daring today
Aren't we?
You spent your life drawing weeds
I spent my life chopping trees!

I'm repping the industry
Your precious nature ain't shit to me
Sure, I'll cut down a little green
I recycle by getting green
Got Psytube rhymes, dude
You can't compare us
Wanna talk mistakes? How about
That yee-yee ass haircut?

C'mon man, just gotta keep calm
Nah, fuck that shit! Beat the
Devil outta that motherfucker!
Show him how we do it on these streets!
Yeah, fair enough

Yo, it's Bob the Ross i pop the rocks
On top of this awfully hot coffee pot!
(Talk to 'em)

I'm making heads bop (Aye)
I'll take your head, Bob (Aye)
And use your red blood (Aye)
To line the dead chalk

Ain't taking your shit like the Shit Goblin
So quit talking i'll take your whole gang
Made of silver, cock, then quickly pop 'em
Save me the fight 'Cause late in the night
I was painting yo' wife
In fifty shades of Titanium White! (Oh)

Boom, no cap! (Bitch, fuck you)
Blicky strapped! (Click, one, two)
Finger on the trigger
Leave a bitch shot through
'Fore the next shoot Shit! The cops! Shoe!

Who won? Who's next?
You decide! The next rap battle!
Is on the way!