Dumbfoundead - Dumbfoundead vs Illusion-Z lyrics

Round 1 (Dumbfoundead): I'mma tell ya'll how this battle really was arranged I saw that battle with you and Lyraflip and wondered who's the skinny kid in beige? So I called Lush and he told me you were an immigrant from Spain I told him I'd like to serve him, but he said he really isn't trained But we got him to do it after payin' him in cigarettes and change You see, your a** looks f**in' drugged out You were in the cast of Blood In Blood Out You have seventeen cousins, one house Yell "La Migra!" and watch more than a dozen run out Straight through the back door Stuffin' everything into a Jansport, except the pa**port Trust me, I got love for Latinos, but no love for you And they like me a lot more, which s**s for you And you know what's funny too? You're the only guy at a quinceañera at age 22 Yo, do you know where you are? I think he's lost You ain't no real Latino cause you eat your tacos with green sauce You can't handle the red sauce cause you're weak sauce You turn down tequila for peach Schnapps And your day job is working for the Geek Squad When he got into town, he told me that he needs pot But got scared as hell when I took him to the weed spot Yo, I know you're not Mexican and that's fine by me But to the rest of the world, you are Mexican, and I'm Chinese (Illusion-Z): When we first agreed to this battle, I'll admit I was first, f** it, I'mma spit, then I'll slice your ribs I'mma spit off the top of the tightest sh** cause off the top you know that I'm rhymin' scripts When we first agreed to this battle, I'll admit I knew I had murdered dog breath, but I kinda tripped Cause everyone was all, "Don't try it Chris", them judges at the Blowed on that biased tip No matter what Dumb spits, they gon' ride his dick I'm here today, cause I didn't buy that sh** Yeah real talk, you're only on time to this battle Cause today, you weren't the one driving b**h You got no fashion sense, soap or nuts (?) If he's top tier, our coast is f**ed Before the Wapps and Juice battle, he smoked too much Started chokin' up like he did against F.L.O. and Lush See, I'm one annoying drunk But at least before I battle I keep the art in mind and sober up I left Lyraflip crushed to ashes And after this, I crush a couple f*ggots from the Public Access Yo, I'll turn you into a ghost in a shell with a battle rhyme You ain't half as samurai as this Latin guy You think you a threat, that's been blazin' this fantasy? You've been living in a simulated reality Round Two (Dumbfoundead): There ain't nobody as great as me I started a gang of illusions, from A to Z You came from the Bay to LA just to get your a** whooped by 18th Street I can picture this fool yellin' "Save me please", lookin' for police But a few more z's after your name, you're puttin' us to sleep You can take cats out the hood, but can't put the hood into the geek If I didn't flash the green card, he wouldn't have compete I see how he's handling his strategy He learned everything from the Awkward Stockton Academy for Battling And at that school, he's only a freshman You might recognize him at drive-thru windows holding refreshments GrindTime, this guy is not a golden investment He's like Carlos Mencia, he just likes to pose a Mexican I don't care if your bilingual, he came to LA tryna mingle But doesn't feel safe unless he's around five gringos So stop rapping, and start doing reggaton Or stand on a corner, holding a Bible, yelling "Jesús" through a megaphone All you do is mention names that only battle nerds will understand But I've been doing this since you were in your Thundercats underpants Attending a FreshCoast summer camp (Illusion-Z): Yo, some say I resemble you I'm the second worst dressed person here, better dressed than you You like to dye your hair electric blue and shake your a** during laser light shows to get in better moods Ya'll Asians soup up Hondas and drive them thangs Rollin' in gigantic non-violent gangs With big cars and big engines ya'll try and slang To compensate for the size of your tiny wang Revvin' your engine to try my mood While I rock a sombrero and ride my mule I'll jack you for you limelight dude I ain't heard a rapper rhyme like you since Tai Mai Shu I rap greater, my bad you're too much of f*g skater to ever become a drag racer This mo'f**a don't want a chick He's too busy online talkin' sh** through Javascript In library mode, you're such a goddamn nerd you write rhymes in binary code I'm the rap game's Attila the Hun, k**in' the rap game is William Hung, without the lisp for the love You're not so street Spending most of your time in Redondo Beach, selling gato meat You shouldn't really step to me Especially when you're about as Jet-Li as X-T Round Three (Dumbfoundead): Stop tryna act hard, forget the crowd He's trying to roar, but its more of a gentle growl You failed your citizenship test, pencils down I seen you at my last battle, all up on Tantrum's co*k There's video proof cause you all up in the camera shots I seen you tryna be the tough guy, dissin' cats in the East Coast But you can't do that lookin' like Franco's Latin cousin Francisco But today, don't worry about the East Coast Worry about East Los I'mma drop you off in Boyle Heights, cause you live the spoiled life chico Around here, you'll get blown to smithereens You look like one of them 25 cent Homies figurines He's only in his teens Look at his clothes, he's got guacamole on his jeans Or its all of that picante Oh sh**, its Saturday, you're missing Sabado Gigante! It's past your curfew, how long will you brag about how Pa**wurdz served you? That is not something to be proud about, but it seems like you just love to shout it out Lookin like a sharmatic(?) You ain't even Hispanic, you a Her-spanic Someone throw a purse at him And out of everyone who Battle Raps you're the worst at it How the f** do you have lazy work habits? You're Spanish! (Illusion-Z): You gon' lose to an ese You've hated life ever since your sensei molested you in 10th grade You see this fist needle dick? One swing will leave this b**h with a Knowledge Medina lisp I more than spit raw How the f** you gon' roll up on Crenshaw carrying Sahtyre RigSaw? Chewin' on bird mice With facial hair full of s**m, rice, germs, lice, and termites Smelling like burning trash Lookin' like a dirty Jap fresh out of an internment camp Who divides his time collecting swords Typing symbols on message boards, Tekken 4, and pedicures I told my dog not to talk to this stranger cause he's the main reason why my chihuahuas in danger Cause everytime I go to walk it at night You stalk behind us with a wok and a knife Lookin' for other Asian dudes to rave with you With facial pubes, dressed like Sailor Moon, takin' shrooms Rockin' pasty panties You're only a raving pansy to hide the fact you're an Asian tranny I'mma leave your team beat hard Till every f**ing member of the Swim Team needs CPR Did you enter a competition of DDR Cause he heard the grand prize was a free green card