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Billy Butcher (The Boys) vs. Syndrome (The Incredibles)
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Freshy Kanal
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Verse 1 - Syndrome | Freshy Ka*** Who de we have here? Brooding old man in a trench coat Lookin' like he came to study For a Rorschach test! No... I read your comics To be honest Fidel Castro I almost got a papercut On all that f**king edge, bro You're not dangerous You make your pals repay favors And take all the risk then don't Let them go I guess you must crack a few eggs And break off a new friendship To end up with Frenchie Toast Oh, you sly dog You got me rapping triplets But dissing you fills me with pity Cuz I can tеll it must eat you Alive knowing Homelandеr And your dear misses got busy Verse 2 - Billy Butcher | Freeced Oi! C**t! That means you, Jimmy Neutron The d***** who needs his goons To help him get his super-suit on Move off, or do one! I can tell you screw with machines Too odd how you're powerless And still have yet to lose your V My men dispense of supes You suck them off to sell ya' toys If we were a group of pussies We'd be the incredi-boys You lost to a baby, mate I wouldn't have that Personally, I'd c*ck and aim him At your face like; " Gat, gat" Verse 3 - Syndrome | Freshy Ka*** Let me take a butcher's at that accent Who're they kidding You're only here cause Amazon Couldn't get Hugh Jackman with two-day shipping I take out supes like an egg drop Carried out big league plans While my face popped pimples Never let age stop me From tanking an old dude Too hirsute for a tank top You take out supes like a- Wait, stop As much as you hate Vought You ain't got people who know How to take shots Following a man who's An absent dad as a day job And I know you were born in hell But at least you got a story to tell How you came back home and Daddy still (?) Blood stains from your poor little Brother's corpse on his belt But I don't understand all the drama Your son's hanging with his old man and his mama He sees in you what you saw in the hands of your papa Wow, now you got a whole family of trauma! Verse 4 - Billy Butcher | Freeced Age bars off an actual boomer Tech skills couldn't put bags in a hoover My drunk father would guess this c**t's pa**word Faster then you could be rude in the back of an Uber Man's stupid, ain't gonna do sh*t Man's been a square like a rubix's They won't lend you an ear when you're putting on airs With the hair of an used up Q-Tip If you're ethical, then I beg to know Who the hell in Metroville paid for it The way you settle scores is a metaphor For what the f**king state of the nation is It's incredibly stupid, you quell the supes And claim their powers are ableists Another crazy kid who's been Wasting days with a parasocial relationship I'm appalled that this poor t*** Can't perform as a support act Even after his false dad Used this wharf rat as a doormat If you don't wanna suffer burnout Don't be such a f**king star Keep on whinging all you want You'll never measure up to par
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