DESCRIPTION:
OBCT and E.L.I's take on Lemonade. Lyrics:

RobbieToldMeToCallItFruitPunchButISaidNoSoFuckYouRobbie

E.L.I

OBCT will kill this,
Money is the root, I make it like a pilgrim.
You don't rate, you just hate.
I'm not good. Fam, I'm great.
Sorta like a bowl of kellogs,
I'll give you the one bang like Lennox.
That my friend is a lyrical headtop.
Got the game in a lyrical headlock.
I'm gonna go in beast mode, B.o.B flow,
Got nothing on me, B.o.B bro, featuring Bruno Mars,
Negroes get gassed off of whips and cars,
But lemme take you on a trip to the past,
Kunta Kinte getting whipped with a chain,
But I ain't a slave to a minimum wage,
Naa Fam, I'm a OG.
Try change my name to Toby,
Go on, go ahead, fam try your best.
Sierra Leone style you could lose a leg.
That's right, you could lose a ligament.
I can get you out of a predicament,
Judging by the stipulations, you're in a losing situation,
I dictate rap, this a domination.
A combination of flow and punctuation,
Alliteration, come through like ejaculation,
Masturbation, this a killer collaboration,
I'm a born winner, you're a beginner,
Got more lines than a scripture,
so instead of going on bitter,
just follow me like twitter.

OBCT

"I only fuck with dawgs, bitches I'm running 'em, .
It's a job always hushin' these puppies and slushin' em.
They calling me faggot cos they walk out bow-legged, I'm wrecking pussies!
I'll Photo-send you the message.
A canon swinging on my neck, 5D for depth.
You're messin' with royal mint when you are a sixpence.
Obese being beast on the beat, nobody's fucking around.
Eatin' apples with an Adam, knowledge lost, now found.
Their visual's basic, my visual's LASIK,
spittin' lasers while they run within my mazes,
i'm rivalling cambridge with my phrases,
competition got the coldest cases,
now you're making faces like what's this guy been bakin?
You was drinkin' KA, but now your drank is purple.
In rivers of lit gasoline, came out the distillery,
In needles, sticking into the arms of all the addicts,
Heaters in suitcases, nigga it's heat we're packing
Ravagin' the track like it was a girl from jersey, muff cabbage
Far from average, higher than niggas on acid.
Making it happen in more dimensions, bring your glasses.
Chillin' with bitches, your girl should've listened
To her dad, fuck katy b, she's on a mission,
to get in on what she was missin'
An eager beaver, Was hungry so I cleaned the dishes,
she asked me what was next again,
Surprise me and she did.
The bitch had more talent than a mo'fuckin' equestrian.