New Breed vs ATM

[Round 1] New Breed
Ok I rap tighter, plus I look better
That’s why your wifey want my woody
But if she wasn’t a bird, I would peck her
See I could talk about how his mom is the fattest cow
And every time she watch my battles, she cracks a smile
Or rebuttal, for saying that I’m jacking styles
While my bars elevate so I graduate without a cap and gown
But I’d rather talk about how I run up, shoot at the crowd
And put five of them in a box like Black & Mild’s
See you a rapping clown, you ain’t built for this man sport
He’s used to watching Chris Rock with man whores with flip-flops and tan shorts
ATM, I never understood what that stands for. “Ass-Taco-Man.”
See you a gay superhero
When you’re in the shower trying to shave, he gaze through the window
Peepin’ time, if I catch your ass creeping I’m squeezing arms
It’ll make him flip, hit more notes than a sing-along
Grind Time Georgia was good, Its New Breed, I’m home
Last time I arrived in Atlanta I set the heat alarm
His girl know, she said it was cold and the heater
Or you going to get close, that bitch will blow
Yeah she the bomb
I’ma keep it calm, cool and collective
You try to get that work out, then the room get stretchered
You running with New Orleans police, that’s more than gay, that’s truly contested
Ya’ll going to think I filmed the First 48, as soon as I pull up I’ma hop out shooting detectives

[Round 1] ATM
Aye, look, something’s wrong with you faggot
You must be too weeded bitch
All of those rhymes were bitten
You must be a new breed of fish
Ayo, peep this. I’ve got an easy way to kill Breed today
You look like the wrestler The Pope from TNA
With the fucking vocabulary of a speak n’ say
And he’s got a pair of matching pussies that he shares with DNA
New Breed? Who’s he?
It didn’t take me half a month to see that he’s too weak
He’s just another fake bitch who wants a shot at the kid who left Dan and the Jew beat
I’m from New Orleans so what you peep is your breeze mixed with Bruce Lee
Sons gangbanged a bitch on a hotel bed room sheet and splooged leaked, which resulted in you Breed
If you try to get face to face with my face you bitch, and face my fist
Your face and chin would have a long distance relationship
I hate this bitch. You should thank me and pay me kid
Or at least shake my hand for giving you this main event, so thank me, damn
Shake my hand! No fucking don’t. He probably just raped a man
I’m having the greatest day, for him this isn’t real fair
If this is training day, I’m Denzel, and he’s Snoop Dogg in the wheel chair
Crack mouth faggot!

[Round 2] New Breed
Ok, Raps, I got a headful
And I’ve seen your battle versus stareater, it was dreadful
The can’ll give him wings like the Red Bull when the lead pull
If he lost the damn skrilla like he got the larger cream
But me, I’m a [?] killer
I’ll leave him handicapped like the match when you and Carter Deems lost to Amzilla
That bang make you look like Matilda
When I bang, these hammers'll kill ya, but in this ring I’m well rounded like Anderson Silva
See I ain’t come to play the race war, I came to let them apes roar
And how I take them football numbers like I play sports
Ask about me in these streets, you’ll get your face torn
As soon as I stepped on, I got rollin’ like a skateboard
You suicidal coke sniffer
You should rap 'bout blades
Or the acid that you’re taking in your cracked out ways
I catch him driving with that fat round face, shoot at his window
He going to need a screen saver because this eraser will make his background fade
He the type you call like “what you doing?” he say “Nothing. Coke.”
Some stuff I don’t like hearing from the fiend, like “let’s do something dope.”
Only crackheads could text on their phone while they’re jumping rope
With a headband, some steel toe boots and a bubble coat
Being broke, I bet you do [?]
I’ma take him out the game
Ya’ll going to think I’m aiming to pronounce his name the way I shoot at him
See you a fruit salad. If I was Spanish he would probably say I hit the boarder of fences
If I had a bumpy face, he would have said it’s the morning sickness
But I’m black so I could beat your ass while I’m ordering chicken
‘Cause you just a punching bag from the Florida Division

[Round 2] ATM
Aye! Shut the fuck up, you’re retarded and bitching
I’m not from the Florida Division, I’m from New Orleans
You must be retarded with schisms
Hey look, his bitch is a Cincinnati truck stop dwelling confused and high midget hooker
And they got eight badass kids that jump off the furniture like “Superfly” Jimmy Snuka
He sips booze and wine because New’s the guy
That knew that I
Would leave him crucified and butchered
You know what? This motherfucker acts like he’s bringing heat like the Middle East
He tried to pay for the grill but couldn’t get it, but at least he got that little piece
New Breed won’t get no kind of respect
Especially when he’s got “faggot” tattooed to the side of his neck
Oh wait, that says “New Breed”, that’s as faggot as you can possibly be
Look, I hate this faggot. I’ll break your glasses
It looks like you’ve got QP’s earrings on. That’s great, your classic
Look, I’ll spit in some of the sickest ways that I’ll rip your face
You’ve got lice and shit growing and infesting inside of your face
You rode a bus to get here
Fuck you, you big queer
You probably want to lick his tits and kiss his beard
You told Syd you’d give him some shit for an ounce of weed and a razorblade
You only battled in The Jungle because you were told [?] Fresco in a gay parade
How to you expect to me making papers or even save a daily wage
When you’re face-to-face with God’s wrath and Satan’s rage

[Round 3] New Breed
Ayo, his name is Brandon Paul. He was smart as a geek
Every day, he used to wash cars by the beach
Made people laugh freestyling at the bar with his piece
But bring that joker shit to Breed and get a scar on your cheeks
Now P and my boy Willy fucked his mom in the store
First he had to hit the ATM, ‘cause she’s an entrepreneur
He said he bust but he ain’t realized the [?] was torn
And months later out came Willy Wonka the fourth
This grown kid eats lasagna with s’mores
He put NASCAR seats in his Honda Accord
The llamas squirt at this fruit basket
I’m a hustler. I could pull out a bird like I knew magic
He told my girl he was built like a house
You’re a true faggot
She told him New Breed been doing construction, he remove attics
And yeah you’re right. You is from New Orleans
That’s where you do morphine
There’s only two things that could kill you
Then just trying to find out which is stronger. New, or lean
When this dude was 14 he started living the high life
In basketball he didn’t make the cut, but he tried twice
But you ain’t a quitter. I ain’t going to lie, your drive nice
But if you think you’re on the road to success, I’d get him sideswiped
He tells chicks that he’s a light Dominican. This guy’s white
But I can get him cooked to a skin resemblance of fried rice
See, I fire twice to the west so don’t think you’re safe in the south
I’ll put this gauge in your mouth
I call it a gentleman, because it’s going to pick you up when it’s taking you out
So what’s all of this hating about? ‘Cause I’m a clip bucker?
Aye, or ‘cause I know your mom used to get high in front of you and your big brother
That’s why you hate the sea, face and watch his sick mother
She say breed, I can’t believe it’s not... Well wait. It is butter
You a dick sucker

[Round 3] ATM
Ayo
Last time I was in Atlanta I got mad love cracking jokes against Stareater
You’re only a new breed because your mother was a dog breeder
If you think this fucker already had bizarre features
Wait until I put his brains on the wall like a Jackson Pollock art feature
They say “ATM, you’re great every time you’re seen here and you drink beer and tell jokes and we cheer."
But this time I didn’t need to bring jokes because he’s here
This fake fuck will be like: “The tech’ll squeeze, no referees, his neck’ll bleed, like tekken 3”
Real is something you’ll never be. You are just a lesser breed
Basically more people would understand what you were spitting about
If you didn’t have every generic gun rappers dick in your mouth
Look, I’ll put my dick on your girls face to feel your lady
And I’ll put New Breed in a box like a stillborn baby
You’re new? I’m old school. Muppet Babies in the fucking 80’s
This dude breeds garbage. Dumpster baby
See look, I could rap that style better than you, get you in my view and embarrass ya
And when I aim and click it’s not because I’m shooting the camera
The banger will blang you!
Run in your living room, the toasters explode
And leave guts on your TV like the Nickelodeon show
Can you believe this murder? The man’s killing
You unknown S.O.N.S. clone, your crew should be called “grandchildren”
I’m a mad villain leaving him with a bad feeling
I don’t need to let the gat kill him
My words are enough to murder the virgin son of Katt Williams
Experience hell bitch. I’m a force to be dealt with
Why murder you with gun lines if I just killed you with a felt tip