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jams & skorg vs nimpeo & dyaz - rap battle lyrics

[host: piozon]

round 1:

[verse/diss 1: nimpeo]
never been a phony, ‘xpress styles like a pony
had dyaz editoring you, but now i’m here you’re lonely
cut up like pepperoni, i’ll leave you in suspense
you’re easily b-tthurt, but i guess it makes sense
i bet lupe makes your b-tt hurt
but your relevance fell and your suicide failed
your story’s more miserable than those children you nailed
oh, too far for you? still it is true, you have no clue
how to screw, females your own age
you’re a kid full of grown rage
b-tch, i’m on my own page
get your sh-t together, i challenge you
to make something better, but that would be foolish
‘cause i’m on my school ‘ish
and you’re like a dropout, ‘bout to get knocked out
you’re simply too late, fool you can-not shout

[verse/diss 2: jams1]
i’ll tattoo an l on your f-cking d-ck, make your virgin -ss monkey flip
your b-lls dropped same day you entered my chat and been under since
jams been gone for four months what would they wonder right
your p-ssy smells like nossay eatting baconghost on a summer night
while i’m sucking lupe you asked for a break and i said maybe
put three thousand migrant workers d-cks in your mouth on the daily
jumped the border with half a quarter of molly stashed in my trolly
dancing in your mothers panties, kick push and popped an ollie
jams came back on the floor with no remorse nor reminder
n-i-m-p-e-o spelled backwards in hyroglyphics shouts v-g-n-
im banging blues reading langston hughes playing food and liquor
your ether-virginity or dyaz’s relevancy i don’t know which was lost quicker
word to jerry sandsuky sperm flow you could never handle this
you take too many l’s, are you paying homage to canibus

round 2:

[verse/diss 3: dyaz]
never been a phony, exhaust whack kids like kony
running circles around them very f-cking slowly
but who’s more loopy? more looney? jams or toons?
you lose, confused? who here can only rap about child abuse?
maybe you blew a fuse, do you refuse to be d-mn amused
while i eat your face off like ronald poppo and sing the blues?
well, too bad, cause it’s the closest you’ll ever come to divine one
telekinesis eliminates the medulla oblongata ‘till my mind’s won
get burned down like dorner by the former formal foreigner
poke out your eyes, tie the nerves together in the corner
of the hospital room, loopey lying next to you in a coma
belee me, he ain’t gon’ recover ‘till i f-ck my girl lola
dead, like ted bundy. and yes i’ll take kelly, but f-ck bud
i’ll take the beer not the bud cause the bud makes me wiser… save that sh-t for elmer fudd
or jams for that matter…
nahmsayn?

[verse/diss 4: nimpeo]
it’s time you clear your throat, too many d-cks in your mouth
giving your mom a shout-out, for taking a stance on abortion
you spit like a you’re in a choir son, what i mean is your b-lls gone
at least mine are there, so this sh-t ain’t too fair
jams you can’t live off the support rg gave, you’ve done dug your own grave
may you rest as a slave, while i’m rocking this stage
you’re caught in a cage, where your g-y skins don’t impress no one
where you drop the soap just for fun, where you’re the young one
your support is in dustsquad, slogan: cac’s for erryone
you’re a foolish abusive one, paying homage to the brown’s
48 chromosomes, outcast amongst people with downs
forcing your own ma to bounce, i don’t even need to work for this crown
breaking up the rhyme, randomly tripping like bobby brown
did the guys you escorted home pay you the daily dime?
i’m just flexing my sk!lls, you’ll drown the misery with pills

[verse/diss 5: ʂҟ.⊼འᎮ™ (sc田re)]
a yo jams, lets double up & go hubble on these bubble f-cks
u take da nympho from norway, i’ll split da dutch
lil f-cks holler my name in holland like its holloween
candy man flow, i spit horror-ible 16s on big screens
sh-t seems amazing how u keep d in ya azz
get it, dyaz…sh-ts packed by d in ya azz
da ski-mask way, i take threads & make uniforms
have every poster_skorg, pr-nounced under score
yeah um da boi dey dread, but i ain psyonik
i dont fade away & 4get da homies, if u wanna talk bout phonies
lets talk bout battles and how i’ll murder u g
since u decipher hyper-text, what bout da living word on da street
in the flesh, i suggest u grow breast & get an azz job
word to common, i saw da b-tch in ya last bars
& word to those who never heard the common/ cube feud
after this, dyaz & nimpeo will both need lube!

spin-off round (wut):

[spin-off 1: ʂҟ.⊼འᎮ™ (sc田re)]
big words & multi-syllables don’t get u respect, dawg
big words & multi-syllables won’t get u a check, dawg
might get u a cheerleader and a pair of pom-poms on deck, dawg
i collect all soularions, now ya cheerleader is checked off
which leaves me with 12 more bars to jack-off
face down, d-yazz up, nuts in nimps mouth
pimp south, yup, “it takes a nation” of sl-ts
to take their thumbs out their -sses & vote u up
so wtf, i’m enemy #1 in da pub
book of eli, i just came to fill my water jug
scene, it seems i really came to even da skorg
pr-nounced score, g silent, & still believe in da lord
my tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads
had a threesome in my 6th bar, all in 1 thread
and for the record, jams1 didn’t have to ask
i just remember cuzzo always told me to have his back!

[spin-off 2: soularion]
the lord’s p-ssion, twisted stepbrother to loki’s painbow side
but you’re just a waterboy, so go get my scythe, roach insecticide
verbal homicide, lyrics the westside, you milking that d–ss sh-t
you ain’t fit for rap, recommend ya quit cause you can’t spit
probably found your lyrics in the comments of an eminem beat vid
over one decent review you go and flip your lid
kid ain’t shipshape, gives me a cheerleader to brag ‘bout
so what the f-ck you got, cash? well b-tch i have some doubts
and if you got a girl then i guess she ain’t heard your raps
sure you’d love having your nuts in a guy’s mouth, towel taps
i don’t need br–sts, pure beast, you take the r to become raw
third time pulling the same joke to leave the audience in awe
i didn’t respond earlier cause i don’t like tipping wheelchairs
enemy #1 in the pub, rap like he’s drunk with birth defects
gonna need lube for what? your late night escapades?
f-ck with me some more and you’ll be seeing the crusades?

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