Music by AI
Lyrics by One Two Check

[Intro]
You think you got an argument?
DEBATE ME BRO!
You'll get DESTROYED
Change my mind
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1] 
Like a tankie shillin for Putin
You be dumber than Dave Rubin
Thinkin you in my tier son
Make you cry like Jordan Peterson
And let me make it clear yo
You be wacker than Ben Shapiro
Yo you just be a lame as ghoul
Pathetic and dumb like Tim Pool
You lookin scared with that smirk
Smack you cross that big ole Charlie Kirk
Forhead on that big head of yours
You just a grifter like Jimmy Dore
Battle me I'll crush you into powder
People gonna leave you like Steven Crowder
You scared, outta here is where you goin
You even more clueless than Joe Rogan

[Verse 2]
Why you gettin mad, makin a fuss
More insecure than Elon Musk
Your wack rhymes got me howling
They be even sadder than JK Rowling
You got no fans, you all alone
You just a joke like Alex Jones
Your battle rhymes are full of holes
Just like the views of Michael Knowles
Defeat me, we all know that's wrong
You be weirder than Ian Miles Chong
You ain't up to the bar son
Floundering like Tucker Carlson
Think you can rhyme, no that's false 
You more talentless than Matt Walsh
Dope rhymes they ain't your nature
Put the crowd to sleep like Dennis Prager

[Outro]
I'm telling it like it is son
Step to me and get ratioed like you on Twitter
You nothing but a troll
And we out PEACE

Grifter's Downfall

Music by AI
Lyrics by One Two Check

[Intro]
One two
Check

[Verse 1]
200 comments on this page
Always tryna stir up rage
Defending the indefensible
Your trolling game is so weak bro
Every debate you always lose
Facts are never what you choose
Every video you're always there
Before the bots incredibly weird
The only likes you get are by you
Don't you have something better to do?
Those stats you cite are long debunked
Your philosophy is totally bunk, you got
More sock puppets than actual friends
I'm watching you get ratioed to oblivion
Also seeing in your replies
Clowns and yawns, we all know why

[Verse 2]
Projections nothing but confessions
Never seem to learn your lesson
The channels you follow, no suprise
Far right commentators, manosphere guys
We all know that you're too afraid
To challenge Sam Seeder to a debate
Got an unhealthy hatred for AOC but
With M4A you'd get the help that you need
Your karma points keep going down
Whenever you show up in reddit town
Your posts are dumb as all get out
Misinformation you love to shout
In all caps, you convince no one
But you still reply to each and everyone
You get nothing but more thumbs down
The mods are prob gonna kick you out

[Outro]
C'mon dude 
Go touch grass 
You ain't convincing anyone around here bro

Ratioed To Oblivion

Music by AI
Lyrics by One Two Check

[Intro]
Spark it up y'all
All around the world
Yea we bout to do dis
Get High
One Love

[Verse]
Goin to the store for
Papers and a lightah
Back to the crib
To blaze up the fiya
A joint or a bong
It really doesn't matter
A little ball of wax
A shard of some shatter
Love the concentrates
The edibles and vapes but
I'll never stop the flower
Hour after hour
Exhale the Buddha bless
Release all the stress
Hangin out with Jah
Puffin on the lah
Homies in the ride
Gettin stupid high
Passin it around
But never runnin out
Cuz when the blunt is cashed
We roll another fast
With fresh cut buds
And bits of bubble hash
Hot box in the whip
Resin on the lips
Foggin up the windows
Hazy clouds of indo
Me and Ms Jane
We got our own thang
Smokin them trees
The name of the game

[Hook]
You know that's how we be doin it
Trees
All day all night ya'll
That's right
And we out
Peace

Spark It Up Y'all

Music by AI
Lyrics by One Two Check

[Intro]
Eh yo we livin lavish
On the microphone I'm a savage
Eff wit me or my crew
And get yo ass kicked

[Verse]
We in the streets 
Gettin this cabbage
Got more cash than yo whole 
Squad under the mattress
We wildin out ridin in them
Beamers and them Bentleys
You breathin yo last breath
If you step to me
Communicate with the
Ancestors astral projectin Gee
I be the goat emcee
Of any century hop out
The bubble bath and
Throw on my bubble goose head to 
The studio vocal booth and
Go an spit dat hun net proof
Emcees try to battle but
Lyrically I shoot wit dat
Rat-a-tat they on the floor
Career gone in a poof
Eh yo no one can step to this
The lyrical rouge chemist
Cookin up the rhymes like crack
The fiends be fiendin for my rhymes
Singin back every line my flow be precise like the sensai at the dojo
Surgeon slice emcees like an MD
Can't no body eff wit me none a y'all
The calibur of emcee as me I'll lyrically
Carve out your spleen smack you side
Your head with a lyrical baseball bat
Verbally I'll crack your back twig snap
You ain't got the lyrical gat your whole
Crew can't match my money stack
Lavish luxury diamonds fresh from the mine ain't no need to worry I just be Describing the rhyme

[Outro]
Yo that's right son
Stay in yo lane
Outta here