Round 2: Troublesome vs Yuppi

[trap.]

Yuppi:

im aware of kids like him, he wont post one but he'll diss my pic
cuz' cracka so thiin he grew a beard and could barely lift his chin
the quickest win is what i'll achieve cuz this boys imposin'
i just need the bare mininum like your girls choice of clothin
that annoying hoe's been around the way more then a merry go round
but ya tongue circlin those walls so much it could bring jericho down
you swear ya don found someone special but da hoes just plain wrong
so i'll cement this victory next to the tile she wrote my name on
i hope ya lame songs never get posted cause jerk its totally worthless
you apply the force so much, the fbi must be scopin my verses
it only gets worse since i really dont know what games your into
cracka keeps settin the bar lower but aint no one playin limbo
i'll say it simple. i'll beat u blue and vicious, have ya glued in stitches
leave so many cracks on your lips, ya tongue'll get superstitious
you's a victim, so just drop ya hands for you get slaughtered man
I'll beat you so through and through they'll think youre a hologram
put you in a coffin slammed, but the size of it is better elastic
cuz i'll uppercut you so hard they'll mistake you for inspecta gadget
to test it faggot, you'll need change like you're tippin ya waiter
cuz this cracka stay stretchin the truth like Pierce's phyiscal trainer


Troublesome:

I rock it godly, I got proof this homo is sucking cock, see...
Last week I was on top of the Globe...you were on top of Bobby
And he likes gettin tea-bagged, wonder how I know? Well lets see...
He wears his emotions on his face...and he's feelin kinda testy
I'm the best B...Ya family's poor as fuck so breathe slow
Cuz not one of 'ems a baker...but they always knead dough
They're in dire straights, it's a shame I had to blow ya spot
And add to your laundry list of problems...when you aint got no clothes to wash
Now throw some shots...think you're Superman? Well, stop gettin hyped
I'll throw on some blue rags...just to be a Crip tonight
Ima rip this dyke, watch me stunnin this child's clout
His nostrils are so flared up...rescue boats are comin from miles out
I'm wylin out, gettin souped while my punches shock ya stomach
I would give this cat the business...but the fuckin stock would plummet
My shots'll punish, you aint got no clout, so fight me bitch
I'd put your life in a nut shell...but I'd doubt the site would fit
I'm tight as shit, I feel bad, but the remorse is gettin thin
Cuz Yuppi's a stand up guy...when the rigamortis is settin in
I fuckin murdered u homie, this wasn't even a fight B
I aint no Franchise Boy...but you'll see Yup on my white tee