Chords for Forrest Gump vs. The Waterboy - Rap Battle!

_ _ _ Let them in! _ _
You'll never be a monster!
_ [Ab] Seraphs, get out!
[Gm] No two insights to hold your mic
You don't seem heavily prepared when a feather is your guide
I'm [G] evil, I'm the field that's in a ping pong battle
When I get all your garbage peeps, my birth is the devil
You're not the best competitor, and your script will change
Everybody knows you have to do the right thing
Everyone wanna flow from the water, but it's busted
I'm the street that reported that a forest got flooded _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ Your self-annoyed standards were pointless ranting
Stupid is who stupid does, and you're on [Gbm] the top ranking
My mama [F] once told me that there were [G] unexpected losses
But if you're in my box, it's time to drop the chocolates
Now it's second Vietnam, what you guys are doing is nasty
Man, you're supposed to give me water when I'm resting
You ate everything off me, now I'm chewing on your thighs
So I guess it's [Ab] the second time you got bullied by your idol
[G] I got all the folks running miles from my code, so [Fm] step aside
You're not the only shrimp on my [Gm] boat
You're a squabble out of this run, and it's not a big stunt
Your language is 4 points for co [C]-hosting
These wall [Gm] pages make me so tired
I'm sitting in a bit of slumber, is this mama a ghostwriter?
I got close to your grave when I'm ending this [G] fight
You still got some space between her and your wife
I got a space for my osset where [Gb] you're finding commentary
But [Ab] you're far from climbing floors with the golden [G] raspberry
You're quiet on the ground, so just [F] let me be your guy
Here's [Fm] looking at you, and send my lines across
[Gm] I'm the third to pick up on your rap mother, third to insult his name
I will bloody slam you, like you were plugging in a rain
I got one to hug your mind, bullshit, and your rap snarks
Showing your education, since you're the first to put your mother in this hooper
Quite civil, you're looking a lot bluer
Couldn't lift yourself, still a writer, not my lawnmower
Still mess with your big bird, you're on your R.O.E. bullet
Devil put you in the ash like a million [G] dollar bullet
You should be [Fm] abandoned, and I'm the one to bother
Take over [Gm] your money, but I'm not your [E] father
I brought it to [G] the people, and it doesn't need much rap
To [Ab] sum up your movie, shit [G] happens Who won?
Who's next?
You decide
_ _ The next [Eb] Rap [D] Battle
Mama told me, [Gb] that the next Rap [G] Battle is on the way
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