Grind Time Now - Cadalack Ron vs Caustic lyrics

[Round 1: Cadalack Ron] There's nothing wrong with being a felon that's proud of his skin type Ask Miklo I may be white on the outside, but I'm brown on the inside You don't compare to Ron I seem sleazy, but this scene needs me Me and G.T. go together like slamming coke and hero-on I'm more gangster than a O.G. parolee O.D.ing Watching a whole season of Gangland marathon Well what do you know? It's that kid from the message boards I never noticed, but I know this Your nose is almost as stretched as most of your metaphors You're an awkward blog nerd Hoping to be the dude that got Ron If you got served by Okwerdz, you'd brag about it on Rapmusic.com Lush, you didn't tell me this was a two-on-one battle; that's scandalous, bro Cause I can easily dismantle your flows, but I don't know if I can handle that nose [Round 1: Caustic] Cadalack doesn't have a lot of black friends Cause usually the first impression is bad But it doesn't help that your car's registered tags are small Confederate flags Which is strange, cause your voice sounds like your imitating a Mexican man Even your white supremacist dad said that you robbed Rheteric bad Which reminds me Dear Diary It's Ron again Over the summer I got into extreme dieting I find d** like speed enlightening Not to mention the fact that it makes me run at the speed of lightning When the police chase me now it's not even frightening And when I sleep on the sidewalk I can't even feel the mosquitos bite me It's been hard to raise money for d** since my parents cut me off entirely I had a job selling used cars for my dad, but he fired me Okay, I have to go now It's getting hard for me to keep writing these Cause I only get fifteen minutes on the computer in the library See that? Homeless people are easy targets You probably sleep in a park so often After this the Bar Exam squadron Is going to have to bury you in a cardboard coffin [Round 2: Cadalack Ron] Look at this hockey team reject I'm the biggest monster you've seen yet You got no offensive reflex So when I sock him in the face and the blood gets his beak wet Don't sweat, it's won't matter He's sponsored by Kleenex You're the fake impostor version of Real Deal, with Soul Khan's nose At the last gurp-out, I laid some lines out And this motherf**er's nostrils stole Ron's blow Whoa How does that shnozz even sit on kid's face? How do you keep your head straight, and what's your strategy From keeping your center of gravity from having to be displaced? Everyone knows this b**h is a big fake, you Union City disgrace So I guess it's no mistake you didn't get any space on the new Fresh Coast mixtape f** a mixtape, you never made a real CD He used to practice his thizz face Just in case he fulfilled his dreams of being on Treal TV Everything they say is true I been making moves and paying dues Ever since you were in skater shoes Practicing your Mortal Kombat Raiden moves How the f** are you... [Round 2: Caustic] You worship H.T., b**h After this you're probably going to buy us some beers How you going to diss the Hockey Team? It looks like you've been hitting the f**ing ice for years Yeah, you got some quotes But the fact that you go to Narcotics Anonymous is a joke How come when somebody offers you dope You can't control yourself like a responsible adult? You dropped out of Hollywood High, to walk around Hollywood high If any of y'all got a bl**job on Santa Monica Drive, it was probably a guy Your parents said your intervention was an embarra**ing arrangement Cause halfway through it you fell asleep on the stairs Naked, with nothing but your hair for a blanket When the jungle starts shooting people up, watch Ron get excited You f**ing junkie, let's just hope they amputate the arm that you write with Welcome to the league, f*ggot, you're now rapping with the finest This dumb f** learned his A-B-C's from contracting hepatitis And when will this mutant realize that it's the h**ne melting down your face? You're a grownup now, Ron, it's time to wear your f**ing belt around your waist [Round 3: Cadalack Ron] Are you f**ing kidding me? How does it feel to know your last battle was one of the worst in Fresh Coast history? I'm savage You're average Your rapping's like trying to get a package on Sunday You've got no delivery Cause you want to be top tier so bad, dog, you hardly even tough I swear, watching you and Mic Phenom battle Was worse than watching retarded people f** You style burglar, I'm a child murderer I k** wack kids How come the best line you had in that battle was a reference to Illmac's jizz? No matter how much b**h sh** this dickless kid spits This linguistic misfit'll slit his wrists quicker than breakfast grits Missing Bisquick with extra swiftness Listen, let's get specific, his whole existence is fictitious A living wish list to be the switch-hit mistress of Kid Twist in his b**h's lipstick Stick to your other interests, like kick-flips, cause on the spit tip You'll get dismissed by thdis sadistic twisted whiz kid When I rip this infant wide open like rich kids and gifts on Christmas [Round 3: Caustic] You got the oldest fill-ins, that's no one's feeling Plus, you look like Owen Wilson If a cobra bit him in the throat and k**ed him This is the only Cadalack that takes keys in his a** The reason is that, I don't mean speakers and amps When I say he puts twelves in his trunk and gets beat from the back You look like Stevie Nicks ‘cause in the Year of the Rat Your dad bought a 1973 Grand Marquis in green and black And you were conceived in the back...to Fleetwood Mac You ain't hard at all, sipping up forties of Armor-All with your homies from art cla** Y'all think this phony's a hard match? b**h, show me the Carfax Okay, I get it, you're a talking car, but KITT from Night Rider rhymes tighter And anybody who's ever recognized you thinks you're Existereo's driver You just can't stop me, Ronny There's no way I'm getting f**ed over Not until I prove this jalopy's just an overrated cup holder You had it good in L.A., Ron But the d** they've been feeding you made you f**ing inferior So what's the good of owning a Cadillac if you f**ed up the interior?