Alright guys today we got «The One»
V.S. the man who thinks he’s «The One»
Whose the real one?
And when’s the wedding?
Find out now on this episode of: Animeme Rap Bat-
Hold up, I’m finna let you finish
But i’m the illest killa in this
So just witness me win this
While you was in a phone booth
Crammin' with Socrates
I was in a foreign coupe
Blastin' 808's
You think you’re the voice of a generation?
Bro, nobody’s made more voices go
«Change the station!», Bodacious!
I’m not sayin' she’s a gold digger, kid
But her clothes have gold dust from Humphries still in em
Yo I got more hoes than times you said «whoa»
My girl the modern day Marilyn Monroe
In point break you wore Ex-President's masks
I got way more Ex-President's on stacks of cash
I don’t even know what that means
I just took substance D'
So I can drown out your voice when you pretend you can sing
Yeah that’s right
My body be electronic
And I’d rather be autotuned than be Johnny Mnemonic
As Constantine I constantly fried fiends
Deemed demons by high beings
While you were off pouting and whining
I was on the beach tanning with Kim West-Kardashian
While you were home alone playin' Clash of Clans, Hah!
Follow the white rabbit to the next conclusion
That your messiah complex is a total delusion
I donated 80 Mil, Because cash is an illusion
Oh and by the way, I own more trench coats than you!
Nah Ah, You ain’t got the passion for flashin'
High fashion, Higher, Even higher, Highest fashion!
I got a direct line to God all day
Hello God, you want me to wear a kilt? Okay
I started stutter shades and leather jogging pants was mine
Darwin take notes on my intelligent design
Morpheus, who’s your chick?
I promise mine’s is hotter
And my girl’s sex tape sold more than your daughter’s
So in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Yeezus
I have the divine right to proclaim ye heathen
I’m outhchea practicin' divinity
Yeah I know ya feelin' me
Except for all y’all losers staring at posters of Trinity
You trained your whole life to be a rapper, that’s cool
But all I did was download lyrical Kung Fu
Better pop this red pill because I’m about to drop truth
Nobody takes Kanye as seriously as you
You turn water into wine, and fish into fish sticks
You interrupted Taylor Swift?
I’m interrupting Agent Smith’s!
You hear that Mr. West?
That is the sound of inevitability
It is the sound of your death
You think you’re the son of God and part of his divinity?
Well just so you know, I’m already bangin' the Trinity
What happened Yeezus? You’re starting to lose it
Yeah I’m sure Jesus walks, Away from your music