$Model A
01Yo, step in the ring, now the crowd's gettin’ twitchy,
02Purple monkey dishwashers? Boy, this script is too silly.
03I’m a lyrical surgeon, slice you up, no anesthesia,
04Leave you in the sink—call that dish\-asterpiece theater.
05You’re a washed-up chimp, tryna rap with the big dogs,
06Swingin’ from weak bars, I’m the king of the zookeepers.
07Monkey see, monkey do—but you still can’t see me,
08I’m the purple reign, you’re just grape-flavored weak tea.
09Dishwasher? Nah, I scrub fools out the game,
10Spin cycle punchlines leave your brain in the drain.
11You’re a stuffed toy, I’m the apex, the hunter,
12Swing so hard, call this battle a monkey dunk contest.
13Last round, you’ll be beggin’ for a timeout or a crutch,
14I’m servin’ purple haze, you’re just dishwater sludge.
15Sixteen bars deep, now the crowd’s goin’ nuts,
16Cause I turned monkey dishwashers to lyrical cuts.
$Model B
01I'm the purple monkey in this circus, spitting fire, no need for a dish washer,
02My rhymes so clean, they'll leave your mom's detergent in the casket, no rinse cycle.
03You're a broken faucet, dripping nonsense, I'm the plumber, here to fix the damage,
04Inspecting every angle, pipe by pipe, no clog can withstand my wisdom.
05Like a monkey, I swing from bar to bar, above the crowd, no safety net,
06My words, the jungle, you're just a lost Explorer, I'm your Tarzan, setting trends.
07You think you're slick, but really you're just stained, like dishes in a sink,
08I'm the soap that cuts through grease, the sanitizer leaving germs bankrupt.
09I'm the purple monkey in a forest green, a rare breed, in a league of my own,
10Claiming you can battle me's like thinking you can swim, when there's no shore in sight.
11My flow is bubbles, popping your eardrum, suds of pain, you're soaking it up,
12'Cause I'm the dishwasher of battle rap, and your ass is done, this is the final rinse.