Quazar Dos - Fight. Win! Champion?

Fight
Win
Champion
Fight
Win
Champion
Fight
Win
Champion
I couldn't help but notice that the vibe was off
The soda was sweet, but the fries were way too soft

I'd rather overdose than listen to more Quazar Dos
In fact, I'm comatose
Your tracks are like a Cosby joke
But less woke
Cause you wrote 'em
Got bad lines
Like a fat scrotum
Got egos
Like the tip of a totem
Got so many faces
We calling you Rotom
You bought these crustaceans
You never did float 'em
Like Emperor Thracian
You slitted the throat of
My love
My love is Mike Rowe
You come to my planet and kill him like
Whoa
So there you have it, folks
The cosmos greatest foes
I present you with the charges facing Quazar Dos

Fight
Win
Champion
Fight
Any one of you could be justifiably eliminated
Win
Champion
Fight
Win
Champion

Stenographer solo, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Stenographer solo, oh, oh, oh
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Aw yeahhhh
It's Magic Dan
It's a Schlerbicide

Oh
Yeah
Uh huh
For my thoughts are present than ever
More prescient than precious
More passionly passive aggressive
Attached to a lesser progressive like Schlerb
You come on my Casey
I came on him first
Well you suck
And your father sucks
And your mother sucks
Okay I've never met them
But they gotta suck
Because I know they suck
And I'm not a cuck
Unless it's with the chicken
Unless it's with the chicken
Is there a chicken around
Is there a chicken
Oh Schlerb
Yo mama so fat
She's whole milk
Yo daddy's so Scottish
He got kilt
Your doggy's
Little pee pee
Red rocket go wee wee
No colonoscopy
Because of you
Oh so what if Mike schlobbed on your knob
Mike Rowe here
To him
You were just another Dirty Job

We are the jury
We find the defendants guilty
We are the jury
We find the defendants guilty

It is the judgment of this court

Looks like them boys are in big trouble
Stay tuned to find out what happens
Hyuck

Written by:
Casey Hilliard, Daniel Heidorn

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