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don't flop - impact vs flexplicit lyrics

[round 1: flexplicit]
ay, put your hands in the air if you’re with me
if not, f-ck you, suck a d-ck g
ay, put your hands in the air if you’re with me
if not, f-ck you, suck a d-ck g
ay, put your hands in the air if you’re with me
aite
k, lash you can’t start, get off
your b-tch is a dog, your mum farts like lennox
stop it you’s nyammin’ on c-cks
in the manor the man are animals, bangin’ her like glocks
expert nosh, testify your mam is a sl-t
man ain’t having a baggy f-nny that’s been jamming in c-ck
not man-handle her bruv, f-ck the bars
her cl-t’s so large her legs give [?]
[?] you’d better flow a little bit faster
man i’m an animal, my enamour [?]
going in like a javelin
your mother’s a scabby b-tch
i should kick her like in her tubes and kick her womb up in the air
committing murder
mad, try test me with a verse bruv, it’s murder
you get boxed like tina turner, it’s murder
you couldn’t stop me with a [?], it’s murder
check the pen, check the dreads flow
you think you’re clever when you battle, you be dissing blacks
i should kick you back up in your mummy’s p-ssy flaps
and get on instagram, and post it to you on twitter quicker than fingers snap
you little racist, your punches sound like eminem
but i stand tall, up in racial issues
and everybody in this f-cking place’ll miss you
if you try to turn my facial tissue to a racial issue

[round 1: impact]
yo, chatting sh-t about a racial issue, listen, yo
ayo, you look like a black gnome
and you ain’t holding the heat
you’re a dope plus your belly’s hanging over your jeans
you must smoking the reef’
your flow’s so poor, it’s funny how you’re part of high rise
but you’re so short you can’t catch me
no he cannot compete
the only thing he’s battling’s his own mediocrity
it’s impact, i’m about to put him in a bin bag
he speaks weird ‘cos he’s got a neck full of chin fat
yo, and tunes are wack, b-tch
the only good thing about your music’s the people you collab with
other than that you’re honestly irrelevant
another typical wack wannabe american
yo, you need to just stop
we all saw you getting boo-ed off stage at jump off
you know why? ‘cos you ain’t nothing but a b-tch
next time you go jump off make sure it’s off a f-cking cliff

[round 2: flexplicit]
yo, ay, look, and again
you ain’t great, you’re a fake and your name’s over
just to win a battle you’re dissing your own culture
i wanna squeeze your head ’til your bones alter
go over your whole dome with bones from your mum’s shoulders
you’re hearing me [?]
saying i wanna suffocate your face with your mother’s f-cking period panties
i wanna kick the black out of your skin
i wanna hear you say a black joke around my clique
don’t flop – this here’s what a bounty is
inside you ain’t black, you’re a racist g
and the reason don’t flop are sending in me
is because i punch out bountys like a vending machine
i wanna smack you in the face with this battle of water
this b-tch wears pink just as much as […] daughter
you’re just lucky that your nose is making me angry as f-ck

[round 2: impact]
i’ve got a d-ck like a fire-hose
he says i don’t know if i’m black or white: i’m both
listen, who the f-ck shrank hulk?
and gave him a silly voice?
i’m about to b-tch-slap this little, wack, mini, fat royce
this little piggy raps moist
sorry but it’s over, fool
your skull’s oddly shaped, your body frame’s like a bowling ball
i’m sending more victims to the mortician
you suffer from autism, and primordial dwarfism
he’s jealous ‘cos i get gash like sword victims
while this f-cking hobgoblin’s stuck with dating orc women
yo, this dreg lives in west mids
in a town full of inbred kids with cleft lips
and judging by the […] on his hench hips
you know it ain’t gym talk when i say you’ll see flex ripped
i’ll show flexplicit explicit when his wedge mrs gets fisted by ten n-ggas and left dripping
you know what rhymes with flexplicit? dead midget
he’s nothing but a soggy moist, f-ggy, wet d-ckhead

[round 3: flexplicit]
yeah, you’ve been talking a whole load of gas
so much that i should hold a match
this, a win-win situation
shut sh-t down like constipation
[?]
my n-ggas are thinking you really ain’t meant for this
wow, what’s up with that nose?
i bet you can smell everything
why do you wear pink to battles?
this place is a sausage fest
you ain’t gonna get no p-ssy, so i -ssume you’ve come for men
me, i get p-ssy, like every time i’m home at night
you get p-ssy, like [?]
but if you want beef take the floor
take soldiers, i’m giving out comas
yeah, i’ll burn their yard
open your head like a birthday card
before i burn their yard, forget that i’mma burn their car
with them in it, and when they try and get out they can’t, ‘cos they’re finished
come against me and lose your rep
you die, check out 2pac’s new sh-t
[?], talk to god
it’s my time like i wrote the watch
who’s this? flexplicit
i’m blessed and i get busy, i’m next [?] and i’ve got to move
[?] blow off your head like a prost-tute

[round 3: impact]
ayo, in this clash you look a bit lost, boss
every girl in your fam is a top slosh
you ain’t sharp off the top of the head
even though you’re the same size as oddjob
you’re a c-nt and a pr-ck
act up and get punched in the lip
i’ve got that red hot chilli pepper flow
you look like a troll from under the bridge
you ain’t a deep mc
you could never compete with me
i can’t even tell who i’m battling, is it tweedledum or is it tweedledee?
[?] like midas inside of a well
it’s funny how your twitter name is @flexthetruth
‘cos that statement’s a lie in itself
you’re the same size as an elf
items are always too high on the shelf
he’s like ‘please sir can i have some -ssistance, i can’t reach the pie – i need help
you’re a fat little ogre
with the swag of a black mini homer
and every time you enter a room
we can all smell that track head aroma
you don’t wanna clash with a soldier
i can’t tell if you’re a man or a boulder
every guy in your gang is a poser
you have g-y orgies wrapped in a toga
i keep calling you fat and ting
but fam, you have bare food pics on your instagram
you need to allow that sh-t
heart disease mate, it’s not about that sh-t

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