Round 3 by Brandon D. Lyrics

[Verse 1:]
So, Steven..
How did this battle even start
Was it cause I rapped good, and you did not?
C'mon man quit getting pissed, jump off my dick
And don't try to rap cause you sound like shit
I told you not to fuck with a souless ginger
Now who's on top? me. I'm a fucking winner
And all you are is motherfucking bitter
Told you not fuck with me, you didn't listen
Now I gotta put you, into submission
It's my mission to take you out
Cause your fucking fatass
Can't even get off the couch
Oh, what now? wanna mess with me
I'mma make you so embarrassed your FAT will be crying
And no I'm not lying, tell me how I'm fake bitch
I really wanna know, so I can stage this
That way, you can win against me once
Otherwise, you'll just look like a dunce
Don't forget who the fuck I am
And remember MY MOTHERFUCKING NAME
So that way you know, next time you go,talk shit about me
You'll remember I'll go crazy
And maybe I might reach stage 3
Of my fucking anger
And make you kill yourself
Cause you can't handle my answers
So by now you should know, talk crap and I'll go
Ape-shit on you you fucking ho
I don't think you can withstand much more...