Grind Time Now - Soul Khan vs. Fresco lyrics

[Fresco: Round 1] You got respect, but you will not get more Matter o' fact you such a f*ggot, you belong next door All you gonna have is lines about fashion and some gay sh** Your f*ggotry is blatant He's not even nervous right now, but he's still imagining me naked Stop pretending you and Dirtbag are just casually acquainted You've got so many of his kids inside your stomach that you're practically related Tonight you up here looking like a fanatical rapist Because of the childhood photo shoot you had in the basement I know it probably f**ed up your family arrangements When your parents made you decide which Dad was your favorite That's why I've seen you on Family Double Dare But his family wasn't there He was a giant nose, the kids grabbed the flags that's up in there Stop thinking about how small your stepdad's balls are f** you, and the rest of the Red Rag Allstars! See, my whole family been Wops since we jumped in the boat Make a line about that, you'll get punched in the throat! So I think that Soul Khan needs another approach If GrindTime was Voltron, I'd be the nuts and the bolts [Soul Khan: Round 1] It's weird hearing you calling me a f*ggot But you can call me what you like But you calling me a f*ggot is like me calling you a kike I was trying to battle Sahtyre but he was f**ing scared Now I gotta body bag the b**h that does his hair This Guido's down low lifestyle is depressing I can tell he tosses salads just by how this Italian's dressing You told Illusion-Z you never fought with a guy That's cause every time you tried You got lost in his eyes Truthfully I'm not impressed Your music is an awful mess He only came to battle cause he heard it'd be a sausage fest Pause it just a second cause I think y'all thought I lost a sec You think this gonna launch your rep? No, you getting stoned to d**h! See, I got groupies that wanna see how long my condom's stretched You got groupies, but they go by names like Tom and Jeff I was lying when we got along, you dying in this octagon You are such a f**ing h*mo, you shoulda come here with a closet on Your division's top tier's a posse of your white friends Real Deal's the quarterback, but you call him your tight end When y'all first met he was like "Yo my name is Real Deal From the land of the steel mills", and you said: "Sshhh - You had me at Real Deal." You wish you and your lover Trevor could spend the summer together No wonder "Fresco" and "f*ggot" have the same number of letters [Fresco: Round 2] So I'm finally in NY, Poison Pen is the dude I wanted a Smack rapper last minute, but this was the best we could do When I grab the Glock, your Dad gets shot And your Moms gets pregnant when the Magnum pop My accuracy the best, but I don't have to be correct I got newsstand clips grab magazines and press If I'd have to squeeze the Tech, it'll rapidly eject To take the soul outta Soul, and make him astrally project Now I ain't on that gun clap tip But I love that sh** And I'm pretty sure a couple o' people dug that sh** You talked to one b**h in your life and got stuck in the friend spot b**h looked like a fat version of Wilma from Bedrock Had a bright-a** head of hair, I was callin' her Red Top Coochie looked like she got a clown's head in a leg lock You're the only one more outta place than me in this sorta hood This motherf**er probably gets morning wood at Dick's Sporting Goods [Soul Khan: Round 2] I an*lyzed your tracks and gave your vocals a listen No pun intended but essentially your Soul is just missing You're the reason that this culture's in its lowest condition He thought "Immortal Technique" was a Yoga position You were relevant on the scene 'til I came on it That's why your biggest battle's a 2 on 2 with my name on it Why is this fairy making all them scary faces You make Larry David look like Larry Davis See you ain't ready for what happens when you confront a man So let me put this in terms that you can understand Hey hey hey... your crew gonna wanna leave you Hey hey hey... cause you just lost to a Hebrew See here's the thing, I did that even though Drake's whack and his flow s**s Just to prove unlike you I could actually blow up But even if the penis wasn't his first choice How you going to get girls moist when you got Big Bird's voice He be like: "I'll leave all your bones broken, you're gonna need a ramp I'll lick your chick and leave her damp, like adhesive on a stamp" You wanna be the best? You wanna be the champ? Well you just got burned like my people at the camps! [Fresco: Round 3] Now let me tell you why I dress like this I just wanna be the ladies' man like Jesse Katsopolis But I have been way too busy protecting Metropolis I don't see why people online are always giving you compliments When you overcompensate for lack of genuine confidence See, I see you on Twitter, sh** talking and making comments But you're softer than making omelettes with Jonathan Taylor Thomas You need to check your head size buddy This next line's funny I'm only here cause I wanna win Ben Stein's money You're gon' be real pissed, mo'f**er, when you hear my verse Stop rapping and explaining me how Clear Eyes works Now Jew jokes aside? sh**! I said I wouldn't say nothing But you're such a small b**h, I had to say something If this was Auschwitz, and they'd seen you're face coming Hitler'd have hit the On-switch on his Easy Bake Oven Or let the gas chamber close 'til the floor got moist How'd you get the Black Ranger's nose in Zordon's voice? And if I smack him, it'll knock your f**ing eyes out of your skull He said "Yoga", but I don't even f**ing Mind, Body and Soul! [Soul Khan: Round 3] When I exposed Amazing Crack in that hot pink Tee Fresco was like: "Damn, that is a hot pink Tee!" At your sonogram your momma asks: "What's your s**?" The doctor was like: "Huh? I'll have to run more tests." Calling you a man is pretty tough to consider b**h, your Y-chromosome is covered in glitter! I bet you'd doggy paddle through a river of skeet Just to live for a week down on Christopher Street f** a rhyme scheme though, that is so disgusting You wouldn't fathom the p**y that Soul been crushing I'm from the home of Eses and p**nstars f**ing You're from Rockford, Illinois, the home of nothing Now am I that twisted or is that Kid Twist's kid? You've never been in a fist fight, but you have been fisted He has this sickness I doubt they can fix He dreams about living in a house made of dicks Heres a f**ing fact you ain't allowed to debate You didn't f** with rap until 2008 I'm only 25 so I can't blame your age You didn't do the knowledge you just jocked the lastest craze Getting schooled is hard when you can't get brain for grades If I pulled your card it would be the Ace of AIDS!