[Round 1: Real Deal]
Now you dissed Phrases and the whole core of Florida's best
But take a second to explore Fresco's formula for success
The first thing he does before he comes out with his lines
Is reiterate he's emo, like it somehow slipped our minds
But I can predict your rhymes Fresco I know all of your tactics
Google one liners then drop the insults on a tablet
Then bulk up the wack shit with multi-syllabics
It's just smoke and mirrors all he'll do is call me a faggot
And 'Swangz bodied you in three
Alpha was really smashing Fresco too
But he kept it real and didn't tell a million faggot friends to boo
Yogel is the Mic Klub champ, that's great to see him get his shine
After you beat him off that Michael Phelps vague pre-written line?
You've got a George Michael swagger to go with Elton's personal traits
Clay Aitkin's appeal to match with Freddy Mercury's AIDS
Hands at my shows get thrown up like a burger you ate
While they put dollars in your g-string while you working the stage
Fresco's his work name
Antony, I know your occupation
You roll with an empire of strippers, but shhh it's a covert operation

[Round 1: Fresco]
This ain't hip hop, know enough bitch stop
When Kid Rock gets pissed off he just shops at Big Lots
Sorry Trevor I couldn't find where you mobile home is
We all know how he likes to keep rollin', rollin'
He's proud of his rig except the cup holder's broken
But the beds look like wings when they're folded open
I don't suppose you're content with your life
When you sleep on an inflatable bed in the night
Got a gas generator for electrical, right?
And Christmas LED's are his regular lights
When his dad lets him take the whip he's listening to Taylor Swift
Riding Ford tough with truck nuts on the trailer hitch
He's got an automatic he ain't really stick shifting
Back window got a sticker of that little kid pissing
Plus the TV antenna that extends to the cab
A bunch of different bumper stickers and confederate flags
So after I kill this low life I'll bounce
Go find his spouse and ghost ride their house
[Round 2: Real Deal]
Listen man, I know you love your man, but you ain't have to move in and take his shit
Now you're the victim getting hit in an abusive relationship
When he gets off work, have a cold brew and his favorite dish
Or presto, Fresco gets a bruise on that face of his
This battered bitch is reckless
You're gonna get your death wish
Melissa Etheridge, get off the crystal meth binge
Don't cut your wrists, decorate
Match ceilings, drapes and mantels
Something to fill the space that still just aches cause Will & Grace is cancelled
And I didn't care if you're from Paramore in those bands and made music
But cut the fucking lesbo bangs that makes your head do these random gay movements
[?] thinks they'll slide cause he got a pole up in his house
In high school he was most likely to hold one in his mouth
Yo, we know what you about, shit is written in stone
Go back to Rockford you won't find a single chick that he boned
You call his former pops he'll tell you how he was quickly disowned
When he saw this bitch on Youtube crying like, "Leave Brittany alone!"

[Round 2: Fresco]
Ask your mom about me Trevor, she'll say, "He is an all star!"
I was beating it raw hard, she needed a mouth guard
Damn near paralyzed the bitch, it's not easy to walk far
So now she works where he kicks it, as a greeter at Wal-Mart
She got a powered scooter while he's rolling a cart
Y'all spend a lot of time together now you're growing apart
Wait, I know that you're smart
But the Real Deal was Holyfield so you're only real if I put a hole in your heart
The lights dim for fatalities I'm choking this mark
Let's see if Rob Van Winkle can still glow in the dark
I took this battle here just for the hell of it
Last night he dreamed he finally beat somebody relevant
He's like, "I beat Fresco. It's actually happening."
But it wasn't real Deal, that was a fantasy
So after you battle me, it's back to reality
Supporting half of your family on your factory salary
[Round 3: Real Deal]
I'm Real Deal Holyfield, right? But this kid's so gay
You never thrown a punch in your life but just swing both ways
Now this skinny MC is a motherfucking gimmick to me
We're both midwest but pussy it's two different leagues
I spit rhymes, the only thing you're spitting is skeet
We both get in your sister's jeans you do it literally
Homie, I'm an alcoholic, you're a shopaholic
When they ask when you're coming out they're probably talking closets
I'm drunk at bars, killing mics, carrying on with business
You're slumber parties, pillow fights and marathons of chick flicks
You say bullshit like, "As if" and think tanning is fabulous
You'd take a bullet for Brad Pitt and seek a man with a fashion sense
Homie I'm making bread while you taking Ry/rye out on a date
And I raise a kid you need a towel to wipe 'em off your face
You think dame's ain't pursuable, nature is beautiful
Dudes break in your booty hole while you painting they cuticles
Chicago is not your city it's your favorite musical

[Round 3: Fresco]
Trevor, tell me something bro, we're friends tell me this
How are the fuck you supposed to be hot?
Spitting punchlines the mood swings choked and forgot
Oh, yeah, you thought i didn't know
You and fran [?] been talking on the low
He loves to to see me lose, but that will not happen
Best advice ever he gave was look down and stop rappin'
You're a nice guy, your feelings probably got affected
So I say this in advance, bitch, apology not accepted
Now that is fucked up, but the other part I find confusing
Is why your home life resembles Problem Child the movie
His son came home thinking that his red hair was sorta cool
Cause a boy at school, told him that O'doyle rules
He was your boy? Ain't he the lead man from real McCoy
He from PA this shit is honestly strange
Battling here when New York's a couple hours away
Let's send him back with a brief case, nobody will miss him because Deal or No Deal I hold down the division