ATM vs Thousand

[Round 1] ATM
Alright, yo, ya’ll peep this shit
I was supposed to battle Thesaurus
But for his travel arrangements they couldn’t get it straight
So in his place, they sent his face
Ayo, I’ll take this consolation prize with bulgy veiny eyes
Walking, talking proof that Dr. Frankenstein was plagiarized
I don’t know what your race is, I know for a fact that you’re racist
And you’ve already insulted Jews, Christians and Asians
And the Muslims are offended ‘cause your face looks like bacon
For wrong that talks about me that comes out of those fat lips, I should give him concussions
But I refuse to touch him. You’re fucking disgusting
My fist would turn into a pizza if I moved quick and punched him
And that schnoz is either Mount Rushmore in the middle of construction
Or Mount Vesuvius in the midst of an eruption
I’m sorry Charles but I have to harm you
Look at his teeth, I think Charles gargled with marbles
What makes you think you can beat me with those horrible bars
It’s like Grind Time told the beast to step to Charles and charge
I should knock out your two fronts so you and DNA have a line of symmetry bitch
But it looks like Farnum already hit you with his chemistry kit

[Round 1] Thousand
Listen Kap, to be honest I’m a little disappointed that you have nothing better for me
But fuck it, I’mma make this a sad day for you like when your horse died in NeverEnding Story
You can’t handle me ‘cause your mom is on my dick when she gets horny
You knew that she was a whore, G, me, I’d fuck anything that walks
Ask her, I didn’t care that she had horse teeth, was lookin’ hella porky
Matter of fact, 10 minutes after I choked your homeless Polish mother
I choked and fucked her, busted a nut so hard it broke the rubber
Nine months later out came one of the Jonas Brothers
Ayo, I heard you and BC had falling-out like oh-no other
And your life hasn’t been the same ever since he stopped letting you rub him down in cocoa butter
Which is weird ‘cause you still bone each other
Bitch, you look like all you do is stay in bed, taking meds while listening to Grateful Dead
How the fuck are you an ATM if you ain’t never breaking bread
This bitch lookin’ like a gothic suicide girl that takes razors to the flesh
Walking around with a Twilight lunchbox and a shirt that says “I can’t wait for death”
Bitch, you stay depressed like fat bitch that takes a breath to make a step
Why don’t you tell these people how you call yourself ATM because you’re “Always Taking Meth”
Putting rusty needles in your veins acting like such a motherfucking fiend
They had to amputate your arm and requiem for a dream
Get the fuck out of my scene, you are not an MC
I’mma have to uppercut him so hard, he lands in the King of the Dot league

[Round 2] ATM
You’re right, me and BC are from New Orleans, that’s where I live and stay son
But when your bitch came down to visit, I made her say “uhh!” (nah nah nah nah!)
I got a thousand people with my thousand styles and methods
On New Year’s Eve you had an accident with a thousand pyrotechnics
You [?] thousand days and a thousand nights
And dug out of your mothers cunt with a thousand blades and a thousand knights
I’ll leave you a thousand degrees under the sea with a thousand degrees if you’re touching my heat
I’ve got a great flow, volcano. I’ll leave Thousand heartless
I’ll let your brain roast with a flamethrow, that’ll leave Thousand thoughtless
Now Kap, I know you got a sick sense of humor and that’s who you are
But making battle Patrick Swayze’s rotting corpse has taken it way too far
Take a shower bitch. You look broke as fuck!
We both beat mosh but at least I gave in time to sober up
Now look, I can tell you that I’ll beat you, it’s fact
And your face looks like the scars on Jesus’s back
I can rip off the dome ‘cause that’s what I’m known for
You look like the alien in the Star Wars Clone Wars
I’m deep as can be. You can’t fuck with me when I’m ripping this shit
Your face looks like a trash pit at the bottom of a ditch
ATM is vicious and I’ll burn this fake
Just like it looks like somebody burned his face

[Round 2] Thousand
Alright, I’ve seen a lot of oohs and aahs and hands clapping
But fuck what this man’s rapping
I withdrew money from this ATM and snuffed him after he finished the transaction
Yo, someone needs to tell Aladdin that ever since he started rapping
His girls been saying he’s too occupied to smash it
So I’ve been fucking Jasmine
Bitch, listen I don’t like your rapping
So I’mma hold it down with doper styles to the point the homeless child
Of Gomer Pyle starts to throw in towels
Homie wow
You looks like you’ve been through so many fucking sex changes
That you finally settled for looking like a butch dyke with your breasts caved in
Trust me, I know it’s wack as fuck people judge a book by its cover
But yo, I know how you could look less gothic
First thing you gotta do when you get back home is
Throw away your black nail polish and your fishnet stockings
See yo, I heard in elementary school he was weird, kind of like he is now
No kids wanted to play with him
Well that made him crave attention in high school so in class his days were spent
Scraping skin and decorating his backpack with safety pins
But now it’s fucking 10 years later, and I don’t know what the fuck to say to him
Accept when it comes to taking dick he became such a rough rider his friends nicknamed him Jadakiss

[Round 3] ATM
Ayo
Keep the noise down I am not fucking finished
Ayo
This is either the world’s most heavily affected facial skin cancer patient
Or a Mogwai and a Gremlin stuck in the midst of transformation
There is no way I was waiting to fix your massive lacerations
So go get back on your spaceship and get the fuck out of my face, bitch
Yes I will talk about your face. I don’t know how it stays intact
And pre-read rebuttals won’t change the fact that your
Mug is fucked for life and it’s going to remain like that
You have a terrible stench of fakeness and the crowd’ll take notice
They know that your head looks like a crater in space floating
And that you won’t say fucking shit, like Jay Focus
Look
I’m smashing this bitch, and telling you I’m great with it
My flows will leave you broken man, you can’t stay with it
If you don’t get attacked by your family rolling twelve deep in the truck
Then you’ll see me beating the fuck out of Pizza the Hutt
And don’t take this beating personal, you’re just another victim
With teeth more crooked than the American justice system
[?], where the fuck were you last year?
Wait, that’s not fair. You can’t do that here
That pimple whispered lines into that ear
You had your only three wins against people who didn’t have writtens
But obviously this shit is adding up different
No one listens when this faggot is spitting
So nobody would miss him even if he was missing
So in reality it wouldn’t make a difference if you’d even existed

[Round 3] Thousand
By the third round i'm still trying to figure out if you're a
Female sex offender or a life-size Ray Romano PEZ dispenser
While I'm the one they sent to kill Bill
Now I'mma make sure Ted is not
Having such an excellent adventure
Why do you call yourself ATM
If you ain't never stack major figures
Remember that one time you caught me fucking your girl
While you were outside chasing lizards
Five minutes later you came inside to update your twitter
Like, "I just caught Thousand fucking my girl
But I think i'm still staying with her?"
How the fuck are you 25 years old and
Still look like you need a babysitter
You look so sick, you don't have aids
Aids has you and now aids is bitter
Props on being a courageous spitter
But I don't got to carry llamas to
Bury Harry Potter's scary daughter
I mean look at you, this is like battling Andy Milonakis
Minus dairy products
Oh, you want a buck 50 for those ATM fees?
But it's going to leave your face with a scar
You let your newborn baby go outside
I swear to God i'll throw grenades in a yard
Stop trying to play with these bars
Before I put your fucking brains in a jar
Because everyone here knows that you
Couldn't even take out a Thousand if you had an ATM card