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grind time now - real talk vs carter deems lyrics

[round 1: carter deems]
real talk you’re the dumbest dude
i’m a cracker i get cream like a dunkaroo
and i’ve already been shot at today and it wasn’t you
over the course of this battle i’ll probably be shot and stabbed
put in a box or bag
lose my mom and dad
which is awfully sad
he’ll probably call me a drag i should be honestly mad
but i’m not cause your rhymes are so awkward and bad
i’m both awesome and rad i should be kicking ally’s and grabs
this is grind time, i rhyme more than a hobby or fad
this is more than flossing and swag
we know you’re a boss with a mag but my mind’s above those foreign thoughts like the austrian flag
you sell drugs and shoot guns, you’re a real hero guy
who’s stomach has more self inflicted marks than an emo’s thigh
you say you flip o’s we know you don’t need those pie
wanna fight tonight? it’s dynamite, i’m shifty like uncle rico’s eyes
cause if you beat me it’s seriously conspiracy like rico crimes
i’m the illest dude, mastered a million moves like dean malenko’s mind
but he’s in the streets and he reload’s nines
don’t grip the steel, still make your ego slide like craig ehlo’s spine at the free throw line
oh yeah, i can do a handstand in a grand am, damage this cat
jean claude van damme, forget ham i’m going panic attack
and that topic is quite ironic, i saw him eating ham in the back
over at the bar like, “uh, can i get a sandwich with that?”
your beard looks like it’s been dancing with rats
i’ve been planning attacks much weirder than touching mannequins back
i’m really smart…i know a lot of animal facts
how random is that?
i’ll dismantle his back
try to hang with me i’ll cut your hammock in half
instruments of death, i keep swinging til the mandolin snaps
tiiiime

[round 2: carter deems]
he’s dead i leave him red like russia
who’s your favorite battler? if you say real talk i probably won’t trust ya
if you want to go to war the guns won’t help ya
i ride with a sword on my side like zelda
fly like delta
he knows he don’t want carter daniel deems
i’m fly, wear socks and sandals with my jeans
your black tee well to me look like it don’t fit
so take a note from syd and wear something big
then you, admit that you’re fat and that you could be
really quite skinny if you gave up all the cookies
but he really wasn’t even the fattest before the drastic gain
when his pants had belts instead of elastic
valium is what he’s popping now, take two of these it knocks him out
kid, stay away from waffle house
can’t be king of your mama’s house forever
i’m just saying he has br–sts you can see them through his sweater
they are here and you’re you are a heffer
jog it out, jog it out, jog it out, jog it out
real talk jog it out, real talk jog it out
start jogging now that’s what you and your trainer talked about
tiiime

[round 3: carter deems]
i’m nuclear fission, fuel efficient you’re full of fiction, real talk
i got him hook, line and sinker, i will reel talk
forget that i hit him with that combo like i open a steel vault
better yet, aim for his neck, hit him with that real hawk
i mean i’m gonna pick up an actual bird by it’s feet
slap you in the face in the beak then repeat ’til there’s a red mark on your cheek
it’s the end of the week, this parasite can barely bare to write
every night and day
scared of mics apparently paralyzed when he shares the light and stage
you got the pound? get pounded i’m prepared to fight today
he’s well rounded stay grounded like a pair of nike’s that fade
carbon scars you got the sharpest bars don’t care i’ll fight the blade
carter spars with armored cars my lines compare to live grenades
hibernate, you’ll perish in barracks and drop from scary heights to grave
his parents embarr-ssed to watch me bury this barry white with braids

[real talk]
yeah i look like barry white. f-ck y’all!

[carter deems]
i’m just kidding, i’m just here to spread joy peace and love
make a joyful noise, here have a hug
i’ll slap his snub, grab the slug, chew ’em up, spit sick hope he catch a bug
then i’ll, then i’ll, i’ll break in his house…you have a really nice rug
then i’ll go to your living room…watch an episode of scrubs
then i’ll slap you in the face while i wear your moms gloves
then i’ll, then i’ll apologize cause i really think we can be buds
tiiiime

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