[ Clean Battle - Freestyle ~ 3 ]

[Verse 1: tbh laci]
Alright, listen, I'm sick of this double vision
More complicated than division
Yeah, you, Josiah, you're built like a flat tire
With your musty, crusty desires, go burn somewhere in a fire
Your armadillo ankles, your dusty hair that is tangled
No, you ain't no Rapunzel
Go get lost somewhere, maybe in a jungle
You callin' me ugly? Bruh, you're so fugly
You don't look too cuddly, and not very snuggly
You're built like a breadstick, Olive Garden gets tired of it
I'm done with this bit, hope you're offended by this (Mwah)

[Verse 2: portorosso]
Ayy, I've been waiting for this part
Hey, baby, you smell like a fart
All of a suddеn, perfumes? You add to cart!
Dusty and dastardly, you have no hеart
Your little disses with ass rhymes, you think you're smart
You're not getting any love from moi
You're caught up on stuff that's against the law
You cut your T-shirts with a saw
Cutesy crop tops? More like Suzie's flip flops
You expect lots of love on this "hip-hop"
But the hate, it don't stop, no, won't stop
Seriously, I'll call the cops, while we're on top (Ilomilo!)

[Verse 3: Kh-ri]
I'ma be bluntly true, these clean rules are somethin' new to me
Neutering vocabulary back for what the youth can see
Usually irrelevant but relatively nice with it
Dirty mutt, barkin' for the darkest and the light skinned
Windows untinted, got nothin' to hide
But we all got stuff to hide, but not this whip that I ride
It's a Honda, sweet scent, got them Uber vibes
Got them BC Super Sayings, feel like Budokai
Got it in a clean cinch
Bummy hoodie dash, don't flash so I don't seem rich
Withdrawal from the cash, man my wallet got a mean itch
Need some cran-grape, peach mango and queen—, uh
Benadryl, the pocket stay itchin' still
Staring out with envy from the window sill
Y'all lil' pickles know the deal with my behavior
Got the chip on my shoulder, plantin' seeds with extra flavor

[Verse 4: WokeJB]
They said no cursing? Frick
Pull up on 'em, I got a stick
I don't even fight, I'ma have to find his kin
Yeah my girl, she a ten
I beat my cases they said I liked men (Ayo, what?)
Yeah my choppa eat 'em up for dinner
Once we get the body, I'ma eat his live—
(Stop the recording)

[Verse 5: Øddity & portorosso]
Okay, so, I'm not used to rapping clean
This is gonna be worse than eating snap peas
I'm allergic to dairy so I cannot eat cheese
Matter of fact, I also can't eat ice cream
I'm gonna be perfectly honest, my verse is pretty trash
But it's better than Milo's (Woah), and that's a fact
By the end of the day, my money gets stacked
I just counted it up and it's like half of half of half of a rack
(Okay, it was kind of true)