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urltv - sno vs real deal lyrics

[round 1: real deal]
i’m mad there’s anything in common even linking me with this bum
so this gon’ be ugly, won’t a soul in the venue think that he got this one
matter of fact, when you go on smack’s website and click the link on who you think won
he gon’ look bad on them poles like pinky in the strip club
we are nothing alike
we two different kinds of whites
let’s see if y’all catch or not
i’m raw, uncut, you get stepped on a lot
this is unshaved cocoa vers’ baking soda, different way we rock, sno
i got direct tv, he has cable don’t be this rob lowe
but real sh-t, i got bars here’s a peek
son/sun rays/raise something that’ll melt sno(w) cap
he gon’ say, “you’re a white school teacher so n0body felt those raps.”
don’t judge a book by its cover, i’m billy joya with them knee highs and velcro snaps
this is larry bird’s three rings vs a jason william’s elbow p-ss
i’m more respected in your state and that’s something that’s eat you
yeah you battled in the d too but that sh-t was d2
i broke barriers down on smack, pay homage, you need to
khan and solomon preview, i translated hebrew
when khan retired, iron lost, who was there to place our bets!?
i battled magic, i was there to save our reps!
uff, bet, me! you wasn’t even on the radar yet
i laid the blueprint first like krs!
so are you andy larocksta or andy the rasta?
you’re just andy, the most confused man on the roster!
you gon’ snap like bruce banner? you are more like bruce jenner is
a tall, white, long haired p-ssy confused about what his gender is
as far as marketing goes, 50 cent had a better pitch
oh i don’t mean signing with ’em and sh-t
i mean, mets game, first throw: 50 cent had a better pitch!
get a grip, long hair, shades, jamaican tanks, designer jeans
your whole image is like a sewn-together frankenstein of queens
it’s the same sh-t every battle
“i f-cked your b-tch” when this dude is dropping bars
then he reaches in the sky, sh-t looks like he’s doing a shopping cart
he be like, “let’s see if she get sentimental holmes
and she’ll get sent in mental home
like when i got sent in mental homes!”
how the f-ck are you 100% white and rap with a mexican accent?
how are you 100% white, and say the n-word, and never been checked by your black friends?
well, that’s because you got an old huxtable–ss f-ckboy chump–ss clique
old- i mean it’s 2015, dawg- man, f-ck that sh-t!
the black people you know are on that seahawks-on-the-1–ss sh-t
’cause they let you p-ss
my homie would be like, “run that sh-t!” and you would just get lynched!
{smack cuts real deal off}

[round 2: real deal]
i said, your most viewed battle is that t-top rape
your career is built off people choking, even saga tell you he got saved
u.f.f. season 2 he won it and he got praise
like calicoe when he got maced
you are a rastafarian redneck who looks like he has southern pride
your whole family is ugly, there’s nothing pretty about your countryside
let me guess, family reunions at cousin merle’s, some uncle earl and somebody named bubba, right?
twizz said he putting out a trailer for this, and you asked if it was double-wide!
real sh-t, i didn’t know family’s could look so ugly until i saw facebook pics of yours
why does your oldest son look like he sounds like, “pah said ain’t no catching crawfish down by the creek no more.”
and real sh-t, you wear sungl-sses indoors
either ’cause you’re one of those guys
or you wear sungl-sses indoors because you’re so high
6’4″, 140, something strange, bro
if it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, it’s a junkie named sno!
i said with your gangling frame you look like you take more than the lord’s name in vain/vein
i should put hands ’round your neck like flava flav
you ain’t out pushing, you in couch cushions trying to scr-pe for change
let him in your crib, something bound to come up missing like putting david blaine on a malaysian plane
i said, you f-cking pill-popper
i’m in presidential suites, you can’t even get your name on a bill
you heard obama had a cabinet, you tried to raid it for pills
you’ve been through tons of scripts but ain’t a single play that we seen you in
you have cut in more lines than a famous comedian
when it comes to pills, andrew buying ’em
ain’t a center for the lakers i’m seeing
when i say someone spent years on the vic’s, it isn’t adrian peterson
now, real sh-t, when you put this card together, some of these rookies are a problem
and, for a new york minute, sno, you looked like you was popping
but it was like toy story: andy get a buzz, we think, “would he be forgotten?”
you’re a flash in the same pan you cooked your f-cking rock in!
so tell your wife before i fist her, i gotta take my wristwatch off
i’ll have her walking around daylight with my sp-wn on her face like that crip off watts
listen, kid rock, you look like every white trash hick off cops
when real sh-t pops off, you have your homies grab your earrings and kick your flip-flops off
we two different kinds!
so whoever put andy with conan quit
you gon’ shoot me, f-ckboy? go ahead, empty the whole d-mn clip
that’s child sh-t, sno, man! i’m on that grown man sh-t
say i couldn’t walk on your block right now and own that sh-t!
no? that’s not a metaphor
i have the credit score they give property out to
and you live in pontiac, michigan
i’ll buy every house on your block for the low property value
now i own that sh-t!
but aye, since he likes that demented sh-t i’ma be even more twisted and sicker
i can make him k!ll his own family when it gets to december
i’ll cut the gas, raise the rent and evict him in the middle of winter
and watch when they die in the snow in a michigan blizzard

[round 3: real deal]
three minutes worth of dissing teachers, n0body gives a sh-t
then you bring up biggie
his mom voletta was a teacher: you are an idiot!
yo, you told 100 bars magazine you would punch me in the face
’cause if sh-t popped off, you believed i’d snitch
then you named yourself after the rapper that sings “informer”, let me sip this tea right quick
i’m over here wishing a wigger would
i’m crossing my fingers hoping, praying
white trash, the only snuff you ’bout is copenhagen
i’m so impatient, please give me a shot, sno i’m waiting
you won’t need weather reporters at your local station
telling y’all where sno is laying
flat out, wake up to that whiff of folgers
what’s a garter snake to a spitting cobra?
stay in your lane unless you want handicap, i’m a gifted bowler
i’ll predict what sno’s gonna do: it’s as if i’m roker
talks ’bout how his gun goes “pow” like imprisoned soldiers
only andy i know with stripes, the quarterback out in cinci’
sno you wouldn’t punch out a f-cking time card when your shift is over
no worries if sno flurries, sno melts when the blizzard’s over
wolves from deal who will split andrew wiggins for the love like minnesota
my sh-t is colder, flat line they should have a doc by
for when a challenger gets destroyed like when them astronauts died
this louisville bat i brought got reach like that rapper dot’s lines
it’ll open andy cap like a bag of hot fries
i haven’t seen him since t-top was bodying you bad
that was an embarr-ssment all of pontiac was mad
now you rep the same team; rookies
what’s ironic about that is, ain’t it suppose to be a white boy who snaps and k!lls somebody in his cl-ss?
but that’s cool, a loss is a loss but what you said puzzled me
you said you pulled your gun out on your kid’s mom cause she wouldn’t let you see the kids, you are f-cking g
let me guess, here’s how it went down
you came home from a long day of…who gives a f-ck bro, sh-t
the point is, your nuggets was cold, you was like, “sl-t, hoe, f-ck i don’t want those b-tch.”
she’s like, “i’m calling the police, andrew…”
you know what sno did? he went smack on her, smacked on her like “f-ck those kids.”
his kid was front-row, he grabbed the snub nose, showed her he had a gun so big…
it made the state of michigan question do you love your kids?
you f-cking -ssh0l-
take it from me, you don’t have to be a teacher to know your role cause there’s always a subst-tute
you don’t gotta coach the nets to see a kidd leave, i’ma keep it a buck with you
children, are a blessing andrew, can’t you see the luck in you?
you like 6’4″ and none of your little ones can ever look up to you
god d-mn, you really pulled a gun on your spouse?
and the point was to show her you deserve custody?
wow, how does your kids being a product of the government sound?
and every paycheck you get, child support takes a chunk of it out
your baby’s mother meets a sucker, she up and moves south
your kids are orphan wondering, “who’s going to come for us now?”
they idolized you, but they hold a grudge with him now
now a one of them can f-cking stomach you now
your oldest boy grows up, meets a woman, has a son and he vows
to always be around regardless of the ups and the downs
when they ask, “who was granddad and what was he about?”
they’ll say, “no he was no father and he wasn’t around.”
slow it down
they won’t miss you sno, he was no father andy wasn’t around!

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