[Round 1: Tantrum]
Why the fuck you here tryna act big and proud?
Didn't you get the memo we passed in the crowd? No fat chicks allowed
Ay this motherfucker, fat fucking heavyweight
If he was to get engaged, he'd rush the marriage date, just for the wedding cake
Yo why would you flow in public?
Shouldn't you use your whole circumference to guard some white girl and her Golden Compass?
I'm surprised you don't hit up birthday parties and go on to scare kids
I wanna meet the guy that taught this polar bear tricks
What the fuck is wrong with this fat fucker?
Your rap structure is lackluster
Your stupid ass fake as fuck, you're the fakest chump
I bet the last time you had an Asian slut
It was a guy, you paid him 80 bucks to make you nut
I hope you get razor bumps the next time you shave your cunt
You little fat fuck
Probably like to get ass-fucked, by a MAC truck

[Round 1: Reverse Live]
I'll split ya' lips and leave you with an open smile
My flow is wild, you got a bogus style
Will somebody from this Oakland crowd, call Eddie Murphy and tell him I found his fucking Golden Child
And just as a warning, I'ma show up to your house one day, and kick over your couch fuck-face
Leave your carpet covered in mud stains, flip over your dinner table just to fuck up your feng shui
And I'll rape you dog, and his mother, is the nastiest heifer y'all
Fuck a massage parlor, you could get a happy ending, just for ordering the right special off the menu at his dad's restaurant
And it's not just your mom, 'cause your sister, she's a whore
I picked her up on at work, but I couldn't wait to get home and beat it raw
So I just made her suck me off until her knees were sore, at the entrance of your family-owned convenience store
And straight up, get too close to me I guarantee I'll sock your face
And Tantrum, I gotta say, this outfit that you rocked today
Makes you look like a Shaolin monk that's about to rob a bank
[Round 2: Tantrum]
Check it out, I'm 'bout to wreck it raw I'm fly
I rob banks? Bitch, you rob my fucking restaurant supply
Fuck is up with this guy? Every time you think you're fucking tight when you're busting a rhyme
What the fuck is up with him, think he's a better emcee?
I'm Tantrum bitch, you are not more aggressive than me
You think he's on some fucking hardcore shit?
You can see his footage on YouTube, type in 'Star Wars kid'
Bitch, do you even know what the battle artform is?
Well you're too busy, tryna kill a dark lord Sith
He eats fried grease as if that was acceptable
Someone pass him a vegetable 'fore he overloads his gastro-intestinals
Yo you think being selfish makes you a crazy old nutcase?
You like stealing ice cream from eight-year-olds fuck-face
It's like, come on, make your own sundae
This guy went on a Subway diet, and ate a whole Subway
Ayo, you're a weak fuck
You have a secret crush on a penis pump and you probably want a cream puff

[Round 2: Reverse Live]
Ok you're "nice" with the fat jokes, but it's obvious I have an enormous waist
But your eating habits are the only reason you're in shape
'Cause you have to hunt down the neighborhood cats, before you can put 'em on your dinner table, grab a fork and plate and start to gorge your face
I rip the dope percussions
I already knew your plan of attack, just call me fat like it's a fact I didn't know or something
But recognize, this huge motherfucker will whip Godzilla's ass, and show you that your people were scared shitless over nothing
And straight up, history proves I'll crush this cat
'Cause every time the Asian has the upper hand, the white dude is always coming back
Which is why I know, when Lex Luger picked up Yokozuna at SummerSlam
You buried your face in your fucking hands and cried yourself to sleep for a month you fag
Straight up, you're past your prime, which is why I shake my head at all your bars
And the same reason I find it ironic, that the frontman of Rising Asterisk is a falling star
[Round 3: Tantrum]
Don't even try and battle bitch, this the Rising Asterisk
I'll fucking hit your chest with a flying dragon kick
I'ma fucking leave your mind with damages, till you need a fucking psychoanalyst
You fucking bitch-ass fuck
Wanna get your big ass chunked
Yo what the fuck is up with this cat?
I don't even know, I just think his fucking lungs will collapse every time he do some jumping jacks
Why the fuck you even try to rhyme?
I think you better off fucking poisoning yourself with some cyanide
Yeah you faggot-ass bitch, you ain't into vagina meat and tits
He'd rather slide a penis tip, in his giant cleavage slit
Who the fuck thinks this guy can even spit?
You only doing acapellas now 'cause you can't ride a beat for shit
That's why they sent me for, why would you try to act tougher?
Your rap structure's lackluster you fat fucker
And I know why this chump is overgrown
Someone fed a tub of Toblerones, to Buzz from Home Alone

[Round 3: Reverse Live]
You need to stop getting in my face and back the fuck up, 'cause a right hook'll leave ya' rocked boy
And on top of that your breath smells like hot soy, bok choy, and cock toys
And straight up, it's round three, and I'm Kano with the knife in his fist
And you're not gonna see Lu Kang do a bicycle kick
You're just gonna witness a fatality, while I wrap my hand around your heart, tighten the grip then rip the life from ya' tits
I hope you kneel down in front of the altar on your damn dresser
And try to channel the spirits of your ancestors with some kung fu hand gestures
'Cause it's gonna take all you got, when this man's lectures
Start to apply mad pressure, and crack open ya' chest like I found some fucking sand treasure
Aah, you know I spit the dopest lines
And you'll probably go home to your folks tonight and quote 'em right?
You'll never be able to explain how a girl's choch is tight
'Cause you're a fag and you're the only Asian who's blown a guy more times than Kobe Tai
I spit with the impact that'll shake the earth, damage cars and split fenders
Someone tell Avatar the windbender to step up his battle bars and spit better