Wrestling God (Xtraction vs Viper 1/2)

[Dylan]

What the fuck am I doing with my life?



Like subscirbe and tell me how shitty a rapper I am

[Dylan]

LYRICS

Look Viper, I was gonna go easy on you not to hurt your feelings
But I'm only going to get this one chance
Something's wrong, I hope you can feel it
Just a feeling I've got
Like something's about to happen
But I don't know what
If that means, what I think it means, you're in trouble
Big trouble. And if I’m as bananas as they say
You better take all the chances

I'm beginning to feel like a Wrest-le-ing God
All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box with a god?
They said I fight like a robot, so call me fight-bot

But for me to fight like a computer must be in my genes
I got a laptop in my back pocket
My pen'll go off when I half-cock it
Got a fat knot from that fight profit
Made a living and a killing off it
Ever since Viper was in his office
Wishing Hailey was feeling on his nutsack
I'm a fighter still as honest
But as rude and as indecent as all hell
Syllables, skill-a-holic (Kill 'em all with)
This flippity, dippity-hippity hip-hop
You don't really wanna get into a pissing match
With this rappity brat
Packing a MAC in the back of the Ac
backpack rap, crap, yap-yap, yackety-yack
and at the exact same time
I attempt these acrobat stunts while I'm practicing that
I'll still be able to put up a motherfuckin' table
And put a motherfucker through it and crack it in half
Only realized it was ironic
I was signed to AXW after the fact
How could I not blow? All I do is drop "F" bombs
Feel my wrath of attack
Viper, you’re having a rough time period
Here's a maxi pad
It's actually disastrously bad
For the wack while I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece yeah

'Cause I'm beginning to feel like a Wrest-le-ing God
All my people from the front to the back nod
Now who thinks their arms are long enough to box with a god?
Let me show you maintaining this shit ain't that hard, that hard

Everybody want the key and the secret to fight
Immortality like I have got
Well, to be truthful the blueprint's
Simply rage and youthful exuberance
Everybody loves to root for a nuisance
Hit the Earth like an asteroid
Did nothing but shoot for the moon since (pew)
Viper, I’ll take you to school with this music
'Cause I use it as a vehicle to 'bust a rhyme'
I’mma lead a new school full of students
Me? I'm a product of Darksyde,
Dyl Dynamite, Donny, Brotherhood, Dex, hey, Brewer
Doomtrain, Bobby, thank you, they got Black
Inspired enough to one day grow up
Blow up and be in a position
To meet Dexter Point and induct him
Into the motherfuckin' G Dub
U A Hall of Fame even though I walk in the church
And burst in a ball of flames
Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in is the alcohol of fame
On the wall of shame
You boys think it's all a game
'Til I walk a flock of flames
Off a plank and
Tell me what in the fuck are you thinking?
Little lame-looking boy
So lame I can barely say it with a 'straight' face, looking boy
You're witnessing a mass-occur like you're watching a church gathering take place, looking boy
Oy vey, Viper's lame
That's all they say, looking boy
You get a thumbs up, pat on the back
And a "way to go" from Mongo every day, looking boy
Hey, looking boy, what d'you say, looking boy?
I get a "hell yeah" from Jack, looking boy
I'mma work for everything I have
Never asked nobody for shit
Get outta my face, looking boy
Basically boy you're never gonna be capable
of keeping up with the same pace, looking boy, 'cause

I'm beginning to feel like a Wrest-le-ing God
All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod
The way I'm racing around the track, call me Nascar, Nascar
Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God
Kneel before General Zod this planet's Krypton, no Asgard, Asgard

So you'll be Thor and I'll be Hyperion
You rodent, I'm omnipotiont
Let off then I'm reloading
Immediately with these bombs I'm totin'
And I should not be woken
I'm the walking dead
But I'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
But you want my mom deep throating
I'm out my Ramen Noodle
We have nothing in common, poodle
I'm a Doberman, pinch yourself
In the arm and pay homage, pupil
It's me
My honesty's brutal
But it's honestly futile if I don't utilize
What I do though for good
At least once in a while so I wanna make sure
Somewhere in this chicken scratch I scribble and doodle
Enough rhymes to
Maybe try to help get some people through tough times
But I gotta keep a few punchlines
Just in case 'cause even you unsigned
Wrestlers are hungry looking at me like it's lunchtime
I know there was a time where once I
Was king of the underground
But I still fight like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind
So I crunch rhymes
But sometimes when you combine
Appeal with the skin color of mine
You get too big and here they come trying to
Censor you like that one line I said
[Actually I got nothing for this]
See if I get away with it now
That I ain't as big as I was, but I'm
Morphin' into an immortal coming through the portal
You're stuck in a time warp from two thousand four though
And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for
You're pointless as Rapunzel
With fucking cornrows
You RP normal? Fuck being normal
And I just bought a new ray gun from the future
Just to come and shoot ya
Like when I made Viper mad
'Cause I said he looked like an idiot
At World War 3
While he got played like a piano
Man, oh man, that was the 24/7 special
On the cable channel
So Viper went straight to the Prestige a few weeks later
"Hey, Black, I'm not your dad"
Fists coming at you with supersonic speed,

Uh, summa lumma dooma lumma you assuming I'm a human
What I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm superhuman
Innovative and I'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is
Ricocheting off of me and it'll glue to you
I'm devastating more than ever demonstrating
How to give a motherfuckin' audience a feeling like it's levitating
Never fading, and I know that haters are forever waiting
For the day that they can say I fell off, they'll be celebrating
'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated
I make elevating entertainment
You make elevator entertainment
"Oh, he's too mainstream."
Well, that's what they do
When they get jealous, they confuse it
"It's not hip-hop, it's pop."
'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it
With rock, shock rap with Doc
Throw on "Lose Yourself" and make 'em lose it
"I don't know how to make songs like that
I don't know what words to use."
Let me know when it occurs to you
While I'm ripping any one of these verses that versus you
It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you
How many verses I gotta murder to
Prove that if you were half as nice
your songs you could sacrifice virgins to
Unghh, school flunky, alcoholic
But look at the accolades these skills brung me
Full of myself, but still hungry
I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to
When I'm a million leagues above you
Ill when I speak in tongues
But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you
I'm drunk. So, Satan, take the fucking wheel
I'm asleep in the front seat
Bumping Bobby and the Boyz
Still Prodigal Icos
But in my head there's something
I can feel tugging and struggling
Angels fight with Darkness and
Here's what they want from me
They're asking me to eliminate some of my hate
But if you take into consideration the bitter hatred I have
Then you may be a little patient and more sympathetic to the situation
And understand the discrimination
But fuck it
Life's handing you lemons
Make lemonade then
But if I can't batter the women
How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?
Don't mistake him for Satan
It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas
And take a vacation to trip a broad
And make her fall on her face and
Don't be a wrestler, be your son?
Think not
Why be your son when I can be a God?

(NOTE: This is just so people can read what was actually said and should in no way count towards the match vs Viper)

[Hyperion]

Ouch my ears