Episode 3: Nelson, Mark, Steven, and Lucas
EpicLLOYD's the microphonist of this stone cold dis dish
Choke holds out like fish bones in your neck
Light up your coals, heat up your stoves, heads will roll
'Bout to bake a Nelson, Mark, Steven, Lucas casserole
These four lame dudes all sing the same tune
These ain't the worst bullies, it's an acapella group
A quartet of maggots who just ain't worth talking to
Lest you're mockingly assaulting them like I was brought to do
Ungodly large words, huh? (pssh)
You're a laugh to me
You patently lack an accurate perspicacity
See, you'll just foment a massive wrath in me
Instigating altercations such as these is of dubious sagacity
I put the "dis" in "dyslexic"
Disregard these dismal, disrespectful disappointments
Diseased with dysentery, y'all couldn't amount to shit
So disappear, you disemboweled dicks are dismissed
And as murderous as this first verse has been
To be certain and assured, I secured a Sherwin
To toss jackasses off yo back like blaow
Ey yo, Zach! Y'all done fucked up now

[Zach Sherwin]
It's not hard to tell my freezing ruthless heart Is far from meltin'
This behavior makes me sick
I'm heavin', pukin', barfin', belchin'
Even and as far as squelchin' beef, these dudes should start
Or else I'm leaving bruises, marks and welts
On Steven, Lucas, Mark and Nelson
What an ironic twist
You jerk-offs broke Jonas' wrist
And if you think it's humorous when letters get switched and remixed
Then please enjoy this
Here's what happens when I blast the wrath raps past ten
I got rage to vent on all sucker-ass men
I'm deadlier than any cobra with poisonous insults
When I spit at this snake clan, venom results
I'll chop off a ball each if you start beef with Zach
Leave you mean trolls with uneven sacks
And in fact, it was funny as hell
To see a MC serve your stankin' anus
LOL, El?
You say epic, he's dyslexic
Crazy phrases, he won't get it
I say bullshit, and I give my man some credit
Every word he works out will read like a present
An incentive, force repentance on this shitty four-pack of degenerates
So, bro don't feel hopeless, show them you own this
Flip the bird no matter how broke your wrist bone is
Turn your back, strut away, tell 'em about who your known as: SING IT!
Like... My name is Jonas!