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grind time now - uno lavoz vs stainless lyrics

[round 1: stainless]
uno lavoz…is about as useful as a f-ckin’ movin’ pothole
he been callin’ me and beggin’ me for weeks
“stainless, stainless, please come to albany and beat up the el gato.”
you know, he’s the other 70% of the meat that’s used to make tacos
and exactly what we can expect from such a frail pathetic man who’s only dream is to be huge and macho
n-gga ya libre is nacho
ya style is f-cked up, all types of pauses and delays
people think there’s something wrong with the youtube replays
and from that imaginary gat you bust to those f-ggot fairy raps that’s soft
or maybe the fact that you just wack as f-ck
you should treat your career like you crack the dutch
you put somethin’ green back in that b-tch and you wrap it up!
this is what would happen if you pack a punch the bill and black off daffy duck
i try not to laugh too much but you actin’ tough
lookin’ like latino version of capt’n crunch

[round 1: uno lavoz]
i said, in this battle, i’m the next to win
cause you i’m better than
and if you beat me, i’ll face f-ck ya mother and then i’ll nut on her extra chin
cause i’ll be d-mned if i lose to a n-gga that look like sasquatch
ashy like he crawled elbows first into a sandbox
breath smell like hamhocks
walkin’ ’round syracuse with that f-cked up perm, dusty -ss boots with no d-mn socks
now after this battle they gon’ have to mop the scene
cause when i c-ck the beam, they call the gun “billy mays” cause i get rid of stain like oxyclean
see i ain’t even want to take this battle, i had b-tches to bang
but since y’all tryin’ out, y’all want y’all first win?
battle him
for real my voice is vicious
you better be aware of the sound cause when i’m starin’ you down
bernie mac, you’ll be another funny motherf-cker that’s dead in the ground

[round 2: stainless]
f-ck you b-tch, you a skinny fiend
you rock skinny jeans under ya skinny jeans
collect small dogs and figurines, you l!ck b-lls individually and compare shape, weight and symmetry
and you got a late delivery
we gotta wait cause that sh-t takes infinity
why do you waste the energy?
your f-ckin’ face is k!llin’ me
do you feel more important at 4 in the mornin’ cause you look like captain morgan?
i know whatever you storin’ in ya cheekbones is foreign
that ain’t no stick of orbit
if uno threw his face down at the ground the floor would split
you can shoot him with any high caliber round, his face would absorb that sh-t
then spit it back at you like a message that was forwarded
i think you should stick to ya origins and givin’ poor performances
sellin’ street corner oranges and ridin’ unicorns with walruses
you should be stabbed multiple times with forks and knives in your groin and your spine
for the horrible lines you put in your rhymes

[round 2: uno lavoz]
ya mother was born in zimbabwe
zimbabwe!
oh boy ain’t that neat
i heard when she spread her legs it look like a wild safari and stampede
she was the only b-tch in high school that ran bare foot at every track meet
and back in the days the b-tch used to suck d-ck for a nail clipper and some giraffe meat
n-gga, i said compared to me you ain’t half as nice
to battle you i ain’t even have to write
cause n-gga you so lame, and f-ck punchin’ i’m tryin’ to crash ya mic
cause an uppercut would send you to a satellite
cause n-gga you so strange and your b-tch, she tried to grab the pipe
i stuck it in she started singin’ like gladys knight
then she blew my top off, kurt cobain
and f-ck…i said, and if you still ain’t actin’ right
i hope your mom die and ten n-ggas f-ck her in the afterlife
now that’s what i call a soul train

[round 3: stainless]
meita
fajita
you got wack juice by the liter
you more senorita than queen latifah only shorter by a meter
i’m glad uno had the fever for the flava of the ether
i’m not takin’ loses to the kid that sews the labels in the sneakers
slap a sleeper on this diva
jus, why we gotta keep her?
he done battled in every battle league, n0body else wants yo’ -ss neither
you should change your name to “the little brown beaver”
cause you soft and moist and forever gettin’ beat up
it’s why you pack the pistol and the nina and bullets rippin’ the scene up
but you ain’t never caught a felony, i guess his mista wasn’t meaner
i got the mind of g*nius
your brain must be the f-ckin’ size of a peanut
you either gonna have to climb forever or i’ma have to fall forever to fill the gap in the level of rhyme that’s between us
you the student i’m the teacher
i’m the beast and you the creature
you the side card i’m the feature
you can rhyme hard but i’ma eat ya
and you remember when you asked me for this battle online the first time and i declined
you said you didn’t wanna battle somebody who sucked, b-tch never did i!

[round 3: uno lavoz]
i said, your name should’ve been “god d-mn what da f-ck”
cause if i was your dad and i saw this face come out the p-ss’
i would’ve picked you up, b-tch slapped you
and said, “god d-mn. what the f-ck?”
i said, for real, somebody need to give this brother a hug
cause you got a face that not a father, but only a dumpster could love
i said, for real, i really don’t know what type of b-tch you would actually find
the only way you get p-ssy is on a blind date
and i mean literally, that b-tch will have to be blind
so when there’s war it’s real easy to eject mine
ya mom a freak, every night she’s had a keith sweat mind
she bends over and i feed that spine
she treats my d-ck like a school cause every time
i stick it in she be tryin’ to take the kids out like it’s recess time
i said, as-salamu alayk-m, salam salat
ya mom fat, cause she eat bacon a lot
don’t make me put the k to your spot
n-gga you so g-y, you go to a sperm bank and ask ’em what flavor they got

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