[Round 1] ATM
You’re going to get smashed you fucking fat nerd
I didn’t understand your last word
Looking weird as shit, with that beard and shit
You’re the queerest bitch
I could punch you in your big nose
And all I will see is your fucking face explode
So, you really summed yourself up in one word Ubserd
‘Cause I feel like I’m up here going up against some dumb nerd
So it doesn’t matter if it’s how your ups turn
Yo, I will spit some flames that’ll make Ub burn
And they’ll need some special shit to build Ub’s urn
You and your mother, fucking hate me
But her and I are love birds. That shit makes Ub hurt
So to fight the pain he orders pizza
But I’m more than eager and sure to beat ya
I can’t tell if you’re some type of forest creature or an aborted beaver
And yo, late at night, he’s a superhero, known as “Big Tit Man”
And fights hunger with an antimetabolic wrist band
He grabs a whole bunch of food and holds it in his left
And he does the exact same shit with this hand

[Round 1] Ubserd
Ayo, I’m not going to be an easy win like Passda was
Your time on the battling grind won’t last past your buzz
Because you’ve got skill that’s ass [?]
Kids, this is what massive love of acid does
People only go see ATM when they need cash for drugs
Yo, Kap, what’s up?
“Could you battle ATM please?”
I said “Pfft, ATM’s weak”
Bitch this is payback for those fucking ATM fees
Now you are not cool, no need to play pretend
Even though we may be friends, he is not original
In other words how are you A “TM”
Homie I pack ribs, smashing your whore with my dick in her titty space
Because you ain’t attractive with Animal’s haircut and Miss Piggy’s face
So I keep her vagina in leg locks
His type of dime is the inflatable kind you could find at a sex shop
You belong on the same level in line with [?]
Head greasy enough to start wanting dreadlocks
He must be the by-product between China and X-Pac
I drop lines that’ll damage fam, why do this to yourself?
Stop guy, you don’t stand a chance
The fat boy is eating Louisiana fast like Popeyes and Zatarain’s
[Round 2] ATM
Ayo, after the battle of the bay, this fucking faggot called Kap a bitch
That’s my president, what the fuck
Look, this faggot bitch, is as fat as shit
We’ll need a miracle and a magic trick to fix this fucking accident
But I bet the weird accent sticks and he still has the baddest lisp
And looks like what would happened if Erik Estrada and Elvis had a kid
You’re more fat and thick than the ’06 Illmaculate
Maybe you should do what he did and start smoking crack and shit
You couldn’t be stopping me with anything you’ve got from me
Congratulations, against Morebucks that was the first time you’ve committed a robbery
I will break ribs on this fake bitch
And I’m not the only one here who thinks that you and Tank Lipp should have left on the same ship
And if not that bitch, you shouldn’t get sent to the tryouts
Ayo Kap, kick this guy out for having such big tits that they might poke your eye out
Ayo, A is ruthless with styles, and I’m telling you, you can’t face me
Bitch, you’re basic
I will fucking rip this whore and shit
Remember that one time we met before?
We were both inside your mom when we made that pregnant porn
And that’s why your head’s deformed

[Round 2] Ubserd
Ayo, I spit more hype flows
The average attendance of your live shows
In the 504 is 4 five-o
This pansy’s finished. No way this man is winning
When you started rapping after being kicked out of every band he’s been in
This lame rapper isn’t a nice flowing, with fucked rhythm remain wacker at life
I’m making it that last of his punk visits
I wonder why he’s named after a device that works having plastic shoved and stuck in it
Respect on the freestyle, but the fans wishing you came prepared
Plan when you stand facing a rare pro
You could do it meanwhile between catfishing with bare hands and drag racing air boats
This silly slow nerd is flagrant, I’ve been to the end
Oh I hate to see this whole turdish fragrance
Down in [?] they really know Ubserd’s the greatest
I would start swinging but this ATM is under video surveillance
So who do you think is going farther in the game, send anybody
I’ll rip apart your remains, my scope is calibrated now, target is aimed
I’m not saying they won the Super Bowl when I send you to march with the saints
[Round 3] ATM
Alright, I’ll make it count but it really doesn’t matter
I thought you were going to lose weight, but bitch, you got fatter
Good prediction, by the kid with big tits
You couldn’t spit shit. I will beat you down
You expose your Adam’s apple and your weird beard you fucking fricking piece of shit
I demolish this hoe, yo
Remember on the phone we talked and you admitted you were an obese bastard
You said you did cocaine to lose weight but it made you only eat faster
This is what happened if a Rico Suave ate nothing but burritos grande
If not that, then John Leguizamo robbed a McDonalds
I can’t believe Kap even wanted me to battle you snaggletooth
You’re like that transvestite bitch from Miami, “The Model”, but with fatter boobs
What the fuck are you drinking, bitch you must be dreaming
You wish you were me that’s ATM's semen

[Round 3] Ubserd
Ayo, cherish your last moments, you’ll be deceased by the end of this fine day
We all know who the picture in your relationship is because B.C always comes behind “A”
The crowd’s laughing at you, not with you, so every punch fails to fire
Tuck in your tail, retire
Son I’ll give ATM more bumps than braille requires
You only grip metal doing the cake stand, drinking to place fraternities
And the one ward you’ve been in is a sign that read “maternity”
So leave in a state of Missouri like the one your border divides
Never return or get served, you cannot keep affording the drive
Already been torn alive and gored by Collide, what?
You got some grudge against us because every single Cuban in New Orleans survived?
But you got my sympathies. The same might happen in Miami and one day it could
But sometimes acts of God are for the greater good
Why don’t you tell them how Bush blew the Levees to save your neighbourhood
Every single verse was an awful lot of booty
If you heard a gun burst, he’d call the cops truly
So I’mma tie him up behind my truck
Drag ATM through the streets like the first Barbershop movie