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[Round 1: Rone]
Yo, so they told me his name was „Chedda Cheese”
I never heard of this rapper
But it makes sense
Cause he’s a square that’s getting served on a platter
I could get Cheese grated
He could be my greatest victim
He could get melted over beef
You could get served at Naina’s Kitchen
Yo bro, you look like Gollum from Lord Of The Rings in a scarier sequel
You look like a heroin needle that wears American Eagle
Bro, you a built like my little sister and that bitch is a pill sniffer
Your bitch fucked the Flames front line and you still with her
Bro, I’m the Beverly Hill’s Ninja
I’m still rocking Hilfiger, politicking with Bill Clinton and I could get Hill fingered
I’m leaving them all cinders, I’m balling like Alcindor
And I still got the Lean On Me like Bill Withers
But they said, „Get on your job Roney. Protect your jaw Roney.”
Like he gonna jab Roney?
No, he’s just a jabroni
I’m faster than Dan Tony
You salty as anchovies
I’m a boss to this simp, son (Simpson) you would think I was Fat Tony
Yo, but I hate your voice
What are you, suppose to be smart?
You’re nothing but a dweeb who’s afraid to be alone in the dark
Of course Chedda’s cheesy, bro we know he’s a mark
But damn Chedda, ain’t you suppose to be sharp?
Bro, your mommy supports you but she don’t support you
You feel me dirty? You almost 30, she still wants to abort you
I’ll twist your neck like it’s a bottle under a cork screw
Then invite you to America just so Trump can deport you
[Round 2: Chedda Cheese]
I guarantee you, out of every single lyric that you spit this time
90% of ’em are leftover Kid Twist lines
And your catchphrase sounds mad dumb
„Grandma’s favorite Grandson”?
I’m your grandma’s favorite booty call cause cause your grandpa’s got a man bun
Look, without King Of The Dot, you wouldn’t have half the supporters who came with you
But the fortune and the fame distorted your brain tissue
We opened the door for you, got The Force like Mace Windu
To contort and force you back through the door that you came in through
And you can keep biting my old style, I’m on that new new shit
I’m picking it up and then bringing it down, they say I move too quick
I need them Youtube hits
Killing feeble little weasels giving people pins and needles on some voodoo shit
Son
I have yet to find a true blue contender
I’ma chew through whoever and just to prove to you that I can do what you do but butter
Look, I’m the best rapper on this card
The white guy changing the pace
Tell MGK to put his shirt on, I’m taking his place
I’ll teach Raekwon how to cook at a renowned event
I’ll call Wale „whale” and then I’ll clown his friends
Kill any rapper trying to doubt my pen
And leave J.Cole feeling like he let Nas down again!
[Round 2: Rone]
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