Behn Grym & Adam vs 40 Mag & Bluntz

[Round 1: 40 Mag & Bluntz]
Adam, right?
You been soft half your life
I should grab your mics and jack son
It don't matter if you're black or white
Right now, I'm blackin' like Amistad on this fake G-Eazy
I'm greasy as mama's fried dollar fries!
You been piggin' out in these battles, huh?
But they ain't get the scoop? We cold
And anybody hoggin' dies!
What y'all? The new Em and Dre?
Fake renegades, you been afraid
Center stage, and I slay
It's beyond sayin', you lemonade!
(You gon' get this work, nigga!
You definitely gon' get this work!)
You started rapping a couple days ago
And you make games for PlayStation Fo'
But his gun PlayStation 1, you gotta wait to load
Y'all team seem iffy
That's 'cause they theme scream "Disney"
His jeans scream "hippie" and his cheeks scream "pinch me"
They a couple
They a couple?
That's what I heard
So in this battle, y'all really fought?
Tonight, it's gonna be some real awkward pillow talk
Nah, nah, nah, they an odd couple, that's why they not even
And if you talk about my daughter in this battle, you'll be the one that's not breathin'
Motherfucker!

[Round 1: Behn Grym & Adam]
You're both so emotional, you talk shit then bitch and whine 'cause I replied?
I guess this is the future Drake wanted: what a time to be alive!
These rounds'll leave ya bleedin', then let's see how they can talk
So it's not one for the dead homies when they see that 40 pouring out on the block
You don't need 'caine to move, you need canes to move, you old has-beens
Can't even watch your own matches without turning on closed captions
Both arms in they face, look like they both dabbin'
And even thought I'm white, I'll (White Owl) light Bluntz up
'Cause we don't feel he (Phillie) got the flavor for dope rappin'!
See, they pull up, I spot 'em, then I stretch 'em like a personal trainer
Then I lift they soul up like it's a personal savior!
I'm not tryin' to say all that, it's my personal favor
I'm tryin' to let these shells out early: they got perfect behavior!
Y'all are movin' where you're not wanted, that's how I know what it feels like to be gentrified
How you gonna raise your fist to me like you ain't got a sense of pride?
I'm not hatin', I'm just sayin' you on that transgender vibe
The way you switchin' sides, I can see the bitch inside
You're a bitch, Mag, all you do is talk gossip shit and weight loss
'Cause that's the only way these niggas would get some flames off is if we did a face swap!
Why you wearin' jewelry? You don't even supply drugs
And why are you wearing that when you're the one who looks like he got shocked by a plug?
I'm Eminem 'cause I'm white and can rhyme?
No, no, no, wait, if we talkin' history, that's Pac and that's Biggie
The only tragedy is they didn't die in their prime!
Time!