800 Bars and Runnin' (Kalligraph...

yo these two clowns kalligraphy and yellowtape softer than baby shit

fake tough like a bitch who front in the club then get hit

talk that lyrical miracle spiritual shit but the flow weak

sound like a toddler tryna rap with a mouth full of cereal and milk leak

dudes is a joke like a dick with no balls

tryna be hard but they trip over they own shoelaces in the halls

kalligraphy write like a preschooler with crayons

yellowtape rhymes like a robot with a broken soundboard playin

yall two is a pair like socks but just as disposable

lyrics so wack they make eazy-e roll over in his grave like a roach in a bowl full

of piss water thats what yall music sound like

two dickriders on a tricycle tryna pop a wheelie but flip on a speed bump and eat concrete

yall careers is done like a microwave burrito left too long

burned to a crisp nobody wanna bite that shit its gone

kalligraphy tryna spit but the words come out backwards

like a drunk bitch slurrin after 10 tequila shots and a xanax

yellowtape flow so basic its like watching paint peel

talk that tough shit but fold like a lawn chair in a hurricane feel

yall two is the definition of weak sauce

tryna battle me? bring a life jacket cuz you drown in the first bar bitch float

kalligraphy rhymes like a dictionary threw up

random words with no meaning sound like a thesaurus fucked a mumble rapper and had a stupid ass son

yellowtape beats sound like a dial-up connection

glitchy ass loops like a broken record skip got the whole crowd cringin in rejection

yall two is a stain on the game like a skidmark in tighty whities

tryna diss me? bring a flashlight cuz yall dark as a basement with no electricity

kalligraphy pen game weaker than a one-legged man in a ass-kickin contest

yellowtape voice sound like a muppet with a sinus infection tryna flex

yall two is a waste of air like a deflated balloon

barkin up the wrong tree then get chopped down like timber bitch swing the axe soon

kalligraphy lyrics so corny they belong in a farm field

yellowtape delivery flatter than a broke bitch chest no appeal

yall two is a joke but the punchline ain’t funny

more like a car crash in slow motion everybody lookin but nobody wanna see the bodies

kalligraphy tryna flow but the cadence is trash

like a broken metronome offbeat and outta time need a whole new draft

yellowtape presence weaker than a vegan at a bbq

standin in the corner nibblin on lettuce while the real niggas chew

yall two is a flop like a fish outta water

gaspin for air but the game don’t give a fuck bout yall sons of a washed-up daughter

kalligraphy rhymes so forced its like pullin teeth

yellowtape voice sound like a squeaky hinge need some wd-40 bitch grease

yall two is a mismatch like socks with sandals

tryna rap tough but yall softer than a marshmallow in a microwave battle

kalligraphy pen game duller than a butter knife

yellowtape flow so weak it couldn’t cut through wet paper in a life

yall two is a waste of space like a parking lot in the desert

tryna diss me? bring a ouija board cuz yall careers dead before it even started

peep the scene two dudes holdin hands think they the next drake and meek

more like two broke bitches share a meal off the dollar menu weak

kalligraphy scribble trash think he nice but the penmanship garbage

yellowtape just a human bandaid coverin wounds that aint even scars yet

they claim they run the underground but the underground laughin

two dudes who flop on stage like fish out water gaspin

one verse in and the crowd leaves whole set a snore fest

call em ambien rappers put the crowd to sleep no contest

kalligraphy tryna sound deep but the bars just puddles

yellowtape sticky but he aint holdin shit just a fuckin struggle

whole career built on pity plays and fake tough talk

real ones know they both just crash dummies in a parking lot

yo kalligraphy you write like a dyslexic with parkinsons

yellowtape sticky but he peel off quick when the heat come in

two dudes who ride each others dicks like a tandem bike

but the wheels fall off soon as the road get hype

they say they brothers but the love fake as a check bounce

backstabbers in the cut just waitin for the chance to pounce

kalligraphy smile in ya face but the tweets tell stories

yellowtape just a yes man noddin along like a bobblehead sorry

whole movement built on sand soon as the tide come in

watch em both drown in the shallow end where the weak ones swim

800 bars of truth now they both look sick

shoulda stayed in the crib with the pen and pad and quit this shit