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jumpoff tv - wrc07 dumbfoundead & sahtyre vs nocando & rheteric lyrics

[round 1: nocando/rhetoric]

nocando:
okay okay okay okay
you came with lisa left eye lopez
thinkin your so fresh
two c-keheads, go to your homestead, before your both dead
yo johnathan park
you don’t got a shot in the dark
you got to be crossing your heart
like a catholic p-ssing a crash with a dead baby’s body caught in the car
that would be where rhetoric comes in

rhetoric:
that would be where rhetoric comes in
but i couldn’t say nothing
cause i couldn’t rap forever
i ain’t gonna battle this mother f-cker
when he lives his dad and pays his rent-er
you thinking your better
you dont look the same without your helmet, your coloring book, and your f-cking suspenders

nocando:
k!ll’em with this rap sh-t
you little whack b-tch can’t even spit my name
unless sayin it in the past tense
i fathered you
both you get your -ss kicked
hes wearing his shirt
cause you spit 20 milligrams of whackness
you ain’t going against me
who is this?
you stupid b-tch
i smack the f-ckk out of ludacris and bruise his lips
ain’t n-body beatin no
you all m-th-rf-ckins smoke tweak and blow
your facial features decomposed a weak ago

rhetoric:
y’all dont have the surgery or the technology to fade me
nice choice of partnership
both of you look like affirmative action slavery

[round 1: dumbfoundead/sahtrye]

dumb:
shut up your the whackest armenian
stop using rap as a medium
you hat is a map on expedia

sahtyre:
yo im rapping for the people
this what i like to see
an immigrant in the shadow of a negro
i’ll stab him with a steeple
imma sit this battle out so this battle could be equal

dumb:
yo all of your sh-t is whack
like p diddy’s tracks
nocando had to carry you piggyback

sahtrye:
you can’t really rap, sh-t
its broke lenny kravitz with a c-ke sniffing habit
im bout to tear you in fours
your a square in the door
you couldn’t comb your hair with a fork
your an aryan lord
youre just a little tan
he won scribble jam
what are you doing little man

dumb:
yea, you won scribble jam
too bad your alcoholic father doesnt give a d-mn
i have to communicate through both of them as the middle man

sahtyre:
im k!llin cats
this fool ain’t bustin
he raps for 17 bars and dont say nothin
and it can still be that simple
ill pop you like a little black pimple
your f-cken bimbos
temples
sick flow

dumb:
what are you expecting from me
im the freshest mc

host:
time!
dumb:
those are the designs from penny (?)

[round 2: nocando/rhetoric]

nocando:
mother f-ckers are talking like they’re doper than us
you sit the f-ck out
you motherf-ckers are posers and suck
i punch your friend in the sternum
and i bet your shoulder’ll touch

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