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don't flop - lunar c vs uno lavoz lyrics

[round 1 – uno lavoz]
i said yo
i said it’s body bag war time
n-gga i’ma’ grip tec
if the n-gga talking i’m sparkin’ as soon as i get his set
anybody dippin’ around here?
i’ma dip ya set–woah you got a really long neck
i mean shhhh i mean look at this sh-t mate
this sh-t is f-cking preposterous
i bet if he swung his head that way
he would knock eurgh f-cking unsconcious
you gotta really long neck
no f-cking it’s monstrous
this is what you would get if a giraffe was f-cking an ostrich?
see i’m that n-gga that’ll tell you straight to your face
i don’t like this kid now answer this question
is it true that ya mums from africa? guess what – this round she is
oh yeah yeah yeah n-gga ya mum was born in east zamunda
oh yeah yeah yeah true story
she be speaking swahili, mud huts, iguana sh-t
b-tch will even f-ckin a teepee
she was the only b-tch that went to church bald headed
one sock and an old dashiki
and for some toothpaste and some gorrila fur she will suck on your pee pee
i said i’ma lock and load it for the profit, see what i’m ’bout to do
the floor they mopping n-gga just watch and see what i’m ’bout to do
everybody looking at me like, “what he ’bout to do?”
make this n-gga sea sick cause with these sh-lls i’ma make lunar eclipse
like when the earth’s shadow was blocking the light from the moon
i say you keep talking all kinda g-y
walking like all types of ways
n-gga ya neck is so long i betcha that’s the actual adams apple that eve picked during the bible days
and i’m kinda p-ssed off cause eurgh got me called mexican for 2 whole battles
i shall b-tch slap ya mum in her face with two old sandals
b-tch told me to bend over cause she like to chew on -ssh0l-s
so i knocked her the f-ck out
then i tattooed a big ol camel taking sh-t on her cl-t
that says “courtesy of uno lavoz”
ya f-cking c-nt
that’s it timeee

[round 1 – lunar c]
listen d-ck head this is how i know you’re inbred
your mum and uncle made a home movie and called it twinsest
cartons of fresh lube take up half of your bedroom
you’re such a f-g if you go to a sperm donors now and fart in a test tube
i bet half of it gets used
you’re so g-y you think that the taste of jizz is peng
there’s nothing he can say in his defense
when he’s been held down and ran through by 80 different men
so when he takes a sh-t it ends up like the name of this event
it’s nothin’ ground breaking battlers calling each other g-y has been done
but it’s relevant to call you a mincing sausage tickler cause your name means one
so f-ck you’re fate and your tough talk you’re done for like a thalidomide in a thumb war
you’re homeless your girl kicked you out because you can’t get it up
so the only time you’re holding keys is when you’re selling drugs
she said you snort so much c0ke your d-cks limp and when you’re f-cking her it’s borin’
and you was like, “another qualude and she’ll love me in the morning.”
is touching your nose every other f-cking second an american thing?
and why do you start your verses with “i said” when you haven’t said anything
when your mum saw my youthful charm and boyish good looks
she was froffing at the gash
i like f-cking her from behind because there’s something i can grab
because most spanish b-tches have hair on the bottom of their back
yo this spastic cries when he m-st-rbates
cause getting p-ssy is such a stressful effort
you should clone another you so you can pull yourself together
yo whoever said chivalry died it was a lie
i listen to michael buble, sipping some wine
put rose petals on the stairs and dimmer the lights
then speed f-ck your nan within an inch of her life

[round 2 – uno lavoz]
i said billy by billy books
shots there to hit him up
the type of sh-t that i’m spitting
will f-ck around leave him stuck, you get hit with a ball bat
you think that its all wack
the sh-t that i’m spitting my n-gga you think that its all facts
it’s just the sh-t that i’m spitting living and getting you think it’s forbidden
your sh-t is written n-gga i’m ’bout dat
i’m on a murder spree verbally hurting these dirt mcs
who claim they haven’t heard of me, f-ck it y’all n-ggas are all wack
they sit there debating whether i’m in crew with satan
well f-ck it i ain’t gonna admit it i’m all about cash
i’m like a director directing the direction the way these bullets are hitting your chest hit up ya whole cast
all that
all that
your moms stomach?
all fat
she wanna f-ck
know that
in her mouth
b-llsack
b-llsack
b-llsack
b-llsack
b-llsack
i said i’m lock and loaded, clips is missing
trying to give this kid a lesson shoot him in every body part
no i won’t miss a section this sh-t i’m reppin b-tch you better not be disrespected
cause your skin complexion is motherf-cking d-ck erection
i said i can’t wait for your mama to die
so that way i can start a parade and start laughing
now all y’all looking at me like, “that ain’t okay that’s tragic.” i’ll show up at the funeral raving the ratchet
slap that b-tch in the face like, “wake up b-tch and go make me a sandwich.”
now do you deserve a big check? yes you do
do you deserve a lot of respect? yes you do
do you think he wanna punch me in my chest? yes you do
do you gotta long neck? yes you do

[round 2: lunar c]
your mom looks like mickey worthless
and [?] bad breath
she’s been f-cked so many times her cl-t is an abscess
and both of her flaps have a different address
yo, you pay prost-tutes and give ’em foot rubs
that lil’ g-y beard ain’t a good look
you suck d-cks and simultaneous both nuts
don’t be thinking i got the hometown advantage
i come from bradford
why do you drop so many n-bombs when you’re a f-cking spaniard?
cause i’ve won every battle that i’ve been in with unanimous decisions
you just stand up in there grilling giving spanish inquisitions
i don’t wanna disrespect your people, i just can’t figure you spaniards out
cause i like salsa sauce too, but it’s f-ck all to dance about
after your last battle you went on facebook saying “uno is the best.”
that sh-t took me a few moments to get
cause either you’ve improved loads and your vexed
there’s no views though i respect
or you was talking about balancing fruit bowls on your head
listen alejandro
your girl dresses like a lazy half -ss lady gaga
when you marry that b-tch i bet her shoes are made of car parts
she’s in a possum skin dress and her belt’s an aardvark
look, i ain’t no ras clot wigger
i’m a beast and i’m deading him
i’ll k!ll you and then go target your next of kin
and force him into letting me own half the inheritance
i’m a newcomer with a cold heart of a veteran
i treat a verse like a v-g-n- i go hard when i get it in
you should just be happy you get reactions for them dumb rhymes
instead of always moaning like, “that wasn’t the punchline”
cause b-tching at the crowd for laughing at a set up to a basic punch
is like having a small d-ck and dumping your girlfriend because it made her c-m

[round 3: uno lavoz]
n-gga ya mom put ketchup in her belly b-tton!
she be dipping her nuggets
you white, so i’ma automatically -ssume you like kissing your cousins
i did my research, people in bradfordstan don’t like cl!cking and busting
i found out that everybody in bradfordstan…no toilets, they be sh-tting in buckets
big buckets
tall buckets
small buckets
long buckets
blue buckets
pink buckets
green buckets
n-gga all buckets
(seriously, seriously, this is business talk, this is business talk right here)
now i know you pay for your views
so let’s just keep this between me and you -ssh0l-
let’s not eurgh disable the comments and me and you make this a million view battle
i’m feeling good
i said, i’m puerto rican so you know it’s real easy for me to slice your throat
bullets go through your body quicker than a zeus lightening bolt
keep talking, hand around your neck, i guess it’s time to choke
if not, who is he?
cause these bullets go through lunar c’s/seas like a motherf-cking viking boat
remember all that sh-t you was saying on facebook how you was gonna snuff sh-t?
well i’m all up in your face n-gga and you ain’t gon’ snuff sh-t
he a punk b-tch
he wouldn’t even jump ship
n-gga, matter of fact, say something…

[lunar c]
b-tch

[uno lavoz]
that’s right you better do what i tell you you dumb b-tch
let’s do it again
you ain’t even gonna jump ship
all you gon’ do is suck d-ck, say something

[lunar c]
b-tch

[uno lavoz]
you better do what i tell you to do, you stupid dumb b-tch
now y’all like, “what the f-ck is he doing? why did he say it again?”
to prove to your british motherf-ckers that it’s easy to trap you and even at the end america is always gon’ win
that’s it

[round 3: lunar c]
your flow is sounding like it’s forced
and don’t be talking about my girl when i was out last night with yours
i c-mmed in her while she was on her period
it looked like thousand island sauce
no one has ever told you this, but you look middle eastern
there must be a reason
your mama worked in a taxi rank with muslims for s-m-n
your delivery is sh-t, you’re either mumbling or screaming
that’s cause you got a nose like a hook when he’s speaking
he sucks air out your mouth and f-cks with your breathing
denying your own ethnicity is a bit shady
you’ll try to tell you he’s spanish and not an arab, but we all know he is really (israeli)
you have a small nose and big nostrils
the hatred i have for your nose can’t be contained
i whole heartedly hate that whole part of your face
when you breathe out through it it makes you walk backwards and have a slow start to your day
he fantasizes about not having to sp-nk into a tissue when he’s jacking off
cause he wants to put it all in a black man like amanda knox
your dad’s house is full of mystery blunt objects that smell of prep-b-scent p–p holes
and whenever he’s asked who’s they are he says, “who knows (unos).”
apart from me being a better mc, you’re a b-tch who ain’t never been street
i don’t care where you’re from f-ggot you ain’t threatening me
where i’m from, philadelphia is a spreadable cheese
your style of lyricism is so deep, you have more layers than an onion
i made a big mistake agreeing to battle and this is my punishment
b-ll-cks, they call me lunar cause been bullying everything round dummy mc’s and i steal their shine when i’m sonning ’em
yo, your esse’s know you ain’t got the sk!lls that lunar c’s got
they’re at home now predicting that you took a mean loss
everyone hoping you got finished like nate dogg’s vocals on detox
b-tch

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