HFK - Jus Daze vs HFK lyrics

ROUND 1 It's my King of the Dot debut, it's time to go hard And spit bar after bar that'll make ya be like "Oh God" So...Hardy Har to this comedian and those who think I can't Beat FK Cause what's funny to me, is that everyone you beat is still considered more Elite, FK It's your Assasination Day at the semi-final, Grand Prix FK So when I show him this Iron Man, it'll prove you ain't a G-FK My "Faster Blade", won't leave you "Mighty Healthy"...so "Stay True" I could have battled Supreme Clientele, but "All That I got Is You" Since we on the Wu, your b**h p**y smells like "Fish" f** a "Box in Hand", I keep two Eagles on the wrist Ready to spit and land shots to the back of your face That'll make you take flight, now you're Ghost...JFK I know Toronto...my legs....but what is he gonna say? He'll manage to WORKOUT the same ROUTINE trying to get me BENT OUT OF SHAPE But I don't LUNGE the out the way, So don't get PHYSICAL aak Cause When it comes to being BOWLEG, you know SQUAT You gonna say I do steroids? That'll get you SHOT And leave your body DEAD lifted, back up, to be put in a plot You ain't STRONG enough to walk my shoes...a half a block Cause you ain't got the HEART to PUSH past limits without A SPOT So keep if you reppin the wrong way, I got a pump'll that'll give you shakes and make you sweat And when I shoot, it's like a bench press, it gets weight off my chest And Battle rap is like the p**n industry...everyone fu*kING know each other Behind the scenes blow each other But on camera expose each other Some are really f**in raw on the scene...like NO RUBBER But you're more a** than Pinky and sound faker rapping than Brian Pumper f**in Gunther, I came to your Homeland, but I'm a terrorist threat And just cause you look like DJ Khaled, it don't mean "You the best" He'll backstab his fam, and drop names for fame 20 battles in KOTD and still don't got a chance to rock the chain It's cause you're a lame.. You've paid dues to these dudes, flowing and stuff You've had to swallow so much sh** about the chain, no wonder it goes to your gut You battle rap s*ut...you have no pride or dignity shown You're a fat f**in joke, which is WHY you ain't "FIT for the throne" And he's prolly gonna try to beat me with the same old approach But no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES ROUND 2 There's no way in the world that Mohammed Tariqi Akbar Tin-tala Ahmad Azzizi Mousaad Mubar Farquad Dashiki Has a barefoot chance in the sand to defeat me You're weak b...and that's totally being honest This comic is garbage, so I'mma hold him as a hostage I don't rep for Obama, I rep for all the Hip Hoppers Cause I come from the Mecca to your Land so this is Promised... I come from the hood and I rep for the street So if you see my face in ur hood, it's not from wearing ur fleece We won't speak, I'll put the barrel on the edge of ur teeth THEY callin me ghandi, the way I speak with peace Now I would call you a towel head, but I can't cause that's racist We'll just call you the lost member of das racist See he's the type of Persian that'll let ANYBODY meet his wife I'm the type of Persian that if she looks at anybody, I'll beat my wife Right? sounds f**ed up, but that's cause I'm a man No, you know what's f**ed up, being born w/legs like mine, but saying I come from a place named "I ran" See we think it's MADness, how m**ms strap bombs to their chest for religious beliefs and die Well I think it's madness, how after you battled Madness, you ran and cried I mean, where was your Arab pride? You don't hide from a fight, you throw up But even you don't believe Hip Hop's your religion, which is why you still ain't blow up... Oh f**...I just wished that this Trini lookin Guinny was a deadman And that chin strap don't make chin fat look skinny, it just looks like a mini sweatband 20 battles later, should have made your fame's greater, than Soul Khan's But you live off gay jokes and catch phrases tryin to "Hold On" I mean....maybe if you had Tanya O, you would have also known what to do.. Cause the clear picture is no matter how you keep Focusin up to move, you're career has never zoomed Your bars are trash, cause you ONLY joke in yours Mine a sicker than rippin stitches off an open sore I'll extract your vocal chord from your frozen corpse And have maggots eat at your brain and expose your thoughts.. Now each bar before makes you approach a loss And shows every event you're more of a hopeless cause And every leg joke you spit, got me dozen off I have no remorse I'll do a mother f**in handstand and choke a horse Yeah boss, I walk like a cowboy, as if John Wayne raised me Happy Face k**a gonna die a CLOWN...John Wayne Gacy So don't go try to beat me with the same old approach Cause no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES ROUND 3 It's a new day and age where legends are being made And washed up ones are being overhyped and overpaid But you're in neither lane, why would u think not So keep crying like twat and asking for a title shot... Cause you're a gimmick rapper and it's plain to see You've mentioned my legs every round, I haven't mentioned your lisp in 3 See I can't change what's wrong with me, so I made the best of my situation I just hope y'all see pyschology behind the sh** that he's saying... Cause HFk is...pa**ive aggressive It's kinda pathetic Which makes my heart septic and anesthetic receptive As a sceptic To these rappers that try to preach a message About life they don't lead, that's why I can't respect it So f** battle rap I'll swing full force with a battle axe Where you're adam's apple at and chop it into apple jax I'll shake weight the 8 on face to make the Hammer Dance And give you Crooked I with your body in a half a cast See battle rap is full of toxic waste, so I'm hasmat I'm past that, I make music generating ascap Cause the life of a battle rapper has no insurance...AFFLACK HFK, tries to be either white or mad black He owns a carpet shop where sells cologne that smells like a** crack And refers to Camel he keeps parked in front as a hatch back Scratch that, not talkin about the titties on his back fat His girl's version of lingerie is wearing her face, half masked NO NO...Scratch that.... Now his blood temperature rising like nasdaq He gettin flashbacks of when Madness ran up on his backpack He got ramsacked, got sick to his stomach, had to pop a Zantac But that's what happens when b*tchES try to spit that grown man rap So I'll bring heaters to divas who even try to doubt mine As far as guns in my hand, it equals 1 if I count 9 But f** the gun talk, Let's talk about ur spouse's spine And how I blew out her frame...Facebook's outline... Cause I'm a beast, an animal...a mother f**in savage That had your b**h, choke on my dick, like she took a cinnamon challenge And you live a Rocky life...that's cause you're nothing but a bum Prolly beat your meat like Rocky too (2), and never gets no buns But if ur dirty b**h act up, I club her (Clubber), harder than Ivan Drago's Punch And you could die like rocky 5, either from aids or a tommy gunn What, you think I won't wild in this place? I couldn't bring guns across the border, that don't mean I ain't get knives cross the states You talk a lot of sh**, but you ain't as violent as Daze So hold your TONGUE, cause for KICKS I'll LACE the side of your face Yeah...I'll JUST DO IT, TWO CHECKS to the side with my blades Happy Face k**a? I'll send your SOUL (SOLE) wearing a SMILE to the grave Did y'all see what I say? I ain't have to AIR MAX (Macks) to send him UPTOWN with a GRIN I just had to SNEAK A (Sneaker) Punchline or 2 in to win So you ain't gonna beat me with the same old approach Cause no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES