Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to Diner Booth Battles. Tonight’s contenders: PanQuake vs. B. REAL. B, you’re up first:
BURGER: Yo. Don’t blink more than twice cause they servin me nice. Lettuce tomato mayo with a side of fries. My verse so cold, you’ll be fluffy, frozen on ice and I’ll slice and dice spillin’ the syrup contained inside. You say you got stacks, well I got the tracks. And I’m spitting that venom provin your rhymes are mad wack. You’re glorified bread fed and I’m seein red, stepping to me is a mistake when you’re already hangin’ on by a thread. Breakfast time? Nah. Kid, it ain’t your year. Catch me with your girl, poppin’ ketchup bottles in here. She’s smilin’ cause I’m the best and you’re just a crutch, so get back to the mixing bowl cause it’s time for lunch.
PANCAKE: Hold on, lemme ask the waitress for the check. This battle’s already done so start showin respect. And that leafy green lettuce ain’t hidin your medium rare redneck. You peaked early and I’m spittin waves so try not to get wet. You think your verse is tight as the crowd’s rollin’ their eyes, I’m sendin you back to the farm cause you weren’t raised right. You got beef? Well me too, but my taste is wholesome delicious there ain’t no beef in my food. And when I roll, I don’t need to roll with no crew. You got fixins watchin your back making you look like a fool. All I need is syrup, butter to know how I rule. The ladies love it, thinkin’ bout me causes people to drool. Cause I’m golden-brown, fluffy changin’ the way you do food. So heads up, here I come. Early morning attack. Got your fam runnin’ screamin BREAKFAST IS BACK.
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