Toasty:

Yo, like the 205, you better back up
And my cash like start of Jenga, it's stacked up
And I'm packed up, 'cause I'm moving the rap game forward
Take the haters to a farm upstate, it's an orchard

Yes, I'm killing off the competition, I'm merc'n
And what you've got in your pants in fake, a merkin
Other rappers run when I step to the podium
'Cause my rhymes explode like water on sodium

My rhymes are like butter, good with everything
And they cold like ice, I've got a tongue made of bling
People try to get me to bow down to the man
I'm not corporate, they don't understand

Still they try to force me to be a McMascot I grimace
And at the end of the day there'll be no winners when they
Break me, make me use a McCain, they Barackin' me
They say burns, I spit roast, they Morrocan me

My rhymes are divine like a voice from the wilderness
Can't taste my frosty rhymes, because you're deciduous
I am a prodigy, I murder your progeny
And I'll steal the spotlight, indicted for larceny

You check out my beat, thinkin', "Oh, he's so cultured."
Just carryin' my weight away from all of these vultures
I hear rappers try to jack me with that cut and paste
Got me goin' berzerk with all the slaps to the face

But on the flipside
I know it's a compliment
That bein' me is the best way to rise up from the sediment

Still there are enough of these me's who lack the expertise
My image is a mortise, and they don't fit into it

So while I'm crunchin' these numbers, and bumpin' these beats
All other haters, need to stop frontin' at me
I must be walkin' through a field 'cause all I see is posies
Turn up the AC to find the real Toasty


M-Dizzle:

They say nice guys finish last, well I know I finish second
And you could call me Ralph, 'cause I'm about to Wreck It
I made this beat my beach, listen at your leisure
And it'll will make you shake like you're Julius Seizure

I dictate this rap game, I’m Kim Jong Too Ill
All I got is profits, so you know this rap is god’s will

My intelligence is massive, I’ve got a Ph-D
Rhyme so hot, you know I’ve got the third degree
I’ve got more stacks than a library
I’ll turn you on and off like it’s binary

My flow’s on fire, ‘cause that sex was too hot
You know I make the beat drop like a jump shot.
I could call you Shaq, ‘cause you’re hot but you’re icy.
Call you a mannequin, ‘cause it’s posers that I see

And I know what I’m saying might sound heinous, but
I’m rapping faster than a spaceship on a straight path to Uranus
And it's like Nemo, y'all can't find me, Dorothy
Did you forget you're not in Oz, no way

Like Nicki Minaj, I could take this beat three ways
And if you knock me down, but I'll be back in three days
I'll treat this beat like your mom, 'cause I'm about to nail it
Oh, wait, I said your mom, I guess I'm gonna whale it

You could be blind, but you'd still be feeling me
I'll max out my skills and blow up like an RPG
I'm about to evolve to Dar-win-again
And I'm about to Du-mas, D'Artagnan

Call me Jim Jones, 'cause I'm full of punch lines
Want some mystery--meat me in the lunch line

I've been stuck by lightning, droppin' Benjamins
I might fight like Kane, but I'm just a Citizen
I'm a humble guy, I never come first
You be Galileo, I'm the center of this uni-verse