[Intro: Benji Reckless]
IBattleTV
I’m your host Violent J from Insane Clown Posse
Whoop-whoop, wicked clown love
You know what the fuck it is
Corona Virus Video Tournament Round 1
We got Bad Luck, we got Japanese Jesus
Flipped the coin - it’s on Bad Luck
Let’s go

[Round 1: Bad Luck]
Japanese Jesus…
Everybody waitin’, shook like I’mma actually free this
‘Cause I wrote a couple bars, and like, half of it’s decent
The other half the type of shit to leave a Catholic priest speechless
Have Cofresi run into his church, make bro quit and throw Bibles
So Michael, I’m Cody
Wouldn’t have found that online ‘cause my name sucks
And I did that on purpose - I’m so spiteful
But I just had to air that out so it makes sense when I say tonight, Co’ vid’ll go viral
See, I can do those played-out concepts, and still have ‘em go nuts and react
Glad this is happenin’ in an empty room, and you don’t get sympathy laughs just ‘cause you’re fat
See, the last time somethin’ this hot hit Jap’s town...the missile came through
Fuck a penny for your thoughts
(*chk-chk*) The nickel brain food
See, you say you cooked in Colorado, man...this just ain’t true
Think Soviet Russia: dawg, Biscuit ate you
So I’ll pull up in the whip with the small can, that’s a scary movie
Too caught up like, “Aw, damn”
The little arm out the window…”Even if you don’t wanna talk, we could talk, man”
In other words, you gon’ get strong-armed or take my strong hand

[Round 1: Japanese Jesus]
Razor or pencil?
It’s over if I raise it against you
I’ll waste your potential like Buddy Landel
Madder than a scammer when the moneygram fail
Send your honey back wit’ the Wendy’s Double Stack smell
Click-popper, shit-rocker
Call your chick thirsty
How? ‘Cause she my spit-boxer
Fuck ya inbox, I’mma TikTok her
‘Cause I’m tryna get a lil’ head like a witch doctor
I’m a Kaiju monster
How you gon’ murder me solo?
When you and Purgatory are both buns in the ring like the Burger King logo
Yakuza zero plot
You can die over vacant lots
I’ll put your pallbearers in a casket and make the Undertaker watch!
I got a padlock mag’ popped
Behind the scenes, I control everything like the Command prompt
It’s bad luck for Cody Ryan ‘cause Cody dyin’
I’ll slit his cable, from different angles
No matter what you call him, he gettin’ sliced like a pivot table
That Winnie Cooper in the Winnebago
Leave Earth, then I’m gone
This ain’t a verse from a song
Was movin’ ki’s (keys) at the house before I was workin’ at home
I don’t know if you’re Bad Luck because your wife is big-boned
If it’s that mayonnaise skin tone, or that face that screams fetal alcohol syndrome
You stole your name from five other rappers, but you the weakest, Luck
I should beat you up
I don’t even gotta hear you rap, I can see you suck!
Your parents couldn’t motivate ya
They poker players: they don’t believe in Luck
Why you actually here? You been trashy for years
Bad Luck’s under the ladder if you ask him his tier
You got a boring-ass life and a average career
A little cheese and...abracadabra, a broke rapper appears
Get stretched wit’ this gauge: they can match with his ears
Don’t act like we’re peers
It’s Jap’ Jesus, it ain’t Bad Luck if there’s crack in my mirror, ah