King of the Dot - Uno Lavos vs F.L.O. lyrics

[Round 1: F.L.O.] Alright look, yo' mama hella gangsta Yo mama's so gangsta she dip Saltine crackers in pig foot juice She french braid Questlove hair from The Roots She do security for Lil' Wayne video shoots She use Kool-Aid to dye Ghostface's wallebee boots Yo mama go hard really cause she never left Philly And got a warrant for prostitution in like three different cities She got a paternity lawsuit with that n***a P. Diddy And a Big Daddy Kane tattoo on her left titty I'm a black villain he'd have your back peeling This is what it would look like if Kat Williams had had black children n***a, he's so sweet his gums look gay When that muhf**a shoot he bust this way "pew pew die n***as" I will beat the breaks off this f**ing fake I thought Philly made cheese steak not fruit cakes Him and his AA sponsor dress as drag queen Monsters And take private helicopters to Lady Gaga concerts Now n***a that don't mean he gay But he be in the front row screaming out, "I Was Born This Way" Take it farther on this burrito truck worker Make me a [?] burger or I'll murder the princess of Persia You are directly from the testies of Joe Pesci You and your boyfriend Jessie think Allen Iverson is sooo s**y Pigeon chest noodle arms, b**h boys do no harm Your name Uno Lavoz oh sh** I thought you was Bruno Mars [Round 1: Uno Lavoz] I said he said a lot of funny jokes, that was cool, that said it He said I was born this way, what do you mean? Black with bad credit? I did my research on F.L.O. and I found out he African I mean as African as African can be, what you not? Well you black, dirty and look hungry and that equals African to me b**h you can't say that what I'm saying ain't right n***a ya moms so African the b**h got an Egyptian 2Pac tattoo on her back And above it says 'Thug Circle Of Life' Sometimes he be acting white Then he say sh** like, "radical dude" and "that was banging" But backstage he thought I was racist cause he tried to slap to slap me five and I left him hanging I said for real, I'm just gonna come out and say it You used to be a slave For real, who kidding? Wanna know how I know you used to be a slave? Cause that sweater is 100% cotton and you picked it I said, but I'm 'bout to take his b**h away like a horse and carriage Minute man f**, I'm about to leave this who*e embarra**ed f** cancer and AIDS, this is the biggest battle of your life and it's gonna end up more than tragic Oh you an O.G. in this game Well you ain't see what I did to Johnny Storm? I make veterans back down from four battles and resort to marriage I said I'm from Philadelphia, home of the natural born fighters So the stairs I took to get here you can say were more than a little Rocky I said my drive is in Infinity so even if you were a crossing guard you couldn't stop me I said I ain't with that f*ggot sh** dick s**er so there's no way you could ever top me And you never caught a body So the only way we could say we can say we saw F.L.O. catch a body Is we watching a documentary on the Japanese tsunami [Round 2: F.L.O.] Your mom name "Nut Face", nickname "f** Face" That b**h can cargo peanut bu*ter for f** sake See s**s so much dick in one state That she had to make a neck brace out of pillow cushions and duct tape Look at your outfit n***a you look dumb It look like you cardboard box jacked a bum This idiot ain't and ever hearing it Let me get real specific and clear with the sh** Look, dude...yo' name- you look like you just divorced J.Lo wearing that shirt Like Antonio Banderas is the only n***a giving you work I'ma go berserk and you gon' get your feelings hurt This is how it's gon' go down n***a you 'bout to get murked See look, Uno Lavoz s**s dick and eat tacos at the nastiest cum dumpster Tijuana brothel You a fake John Leguizamo from The Bronx, Benny Blanco Who always smells like ranchero and cilantro You'll get stepped on little man see my weapon never jam I'll give 17 Again like Zac Efron with a tan Nah um, Beanie Sigel, State Property whole crew n***a even E.V.E. got more balls than you n***a, yeah I say E.V.E. is tougher Cause you a Ruff Ryder cause you ride rubbers rougher I just made all that up right there I'm a dope muhf**a [Round 2: Uno Lavoz] I said I'm 'bout to rip this dude up, sorta like paper mache He keeps coming with racist jokes cause of the sh** I told him backstage He was like, "Yo I just got my bachelors degree" I was like, "Yo that ain't nothing. Last time I checked your ancestors had their masters since the slavery days." I said for real, looking at you, bro you just gave me like the wildest thought I mean like, you're so black your skin tone is Unpaid Child Support I said I'm the leader of the up and comers so I oblige you to try to follow me He keeps thinking he's an animal in the jungle well that's something that I gotta see For you thinking that you big I put you underground like a wallaby No, I said for you thinking that you Big I put you underground where Wallace be I said I did my research on you homie I saw your Facebook, using a background behind little b**hes giving them that little Big Bird pose And I heard your girlfriend likes Sponge Bob So I painted my dick blue and I told her to come over to my house to s** my Squidward's nose I said this is lyrical amputation that means you don't stand a chance I know your real name but I'll flip it later cause right now I don't have to Lance I start squeezing that trigger to you motherf**ing Hammer Dance Cause I ain't gonna stop till Flo like an avalanche I said the first round was something light But this is where the torture begins I'ma tell you right now, me and your girl we're more than friends Your grandma's dead, I'll dig up her casket A stick of dynamite, I'ma force it in Then boom, the explosion will take that b**h out the box like she was born again I said but you can't out perform, you're boring kid All your [?] more than a little, see I score more towards the middle But endorphins that morph in the middle I ain't joking I'm toking that pistol that pops out more than a little So if it a thang I let that finger bang more than a lonely horny widow I said for real, I'ma be rapping this way til the day I retire And you getting this a** whooping courtesy of KOTD not putting my f**ing name on the flier [Round 3: F.L.O.] Shut the f** up, don't say nothing You jive turkey, chicken sh**, duck face turducken You are not the truth If he had a razor blade and Timberlands on n***a you'd be Puss N Boots He not blasting 'em, please stop asking him He a b**h with the fashion sense of Rob Kardashian Look at your outfit Looking like an ostrich with no neck that's my word I'll fling this n***a in a sling; Angry Bird Any n***a that let you be they leader never grip heaters And they always get robbed for they j**elry and sneakers Now if you went to jail your name would be Alejandro Jalapeno Popper Tinkerbell I sip Patron you sip ginger ale and Zinfandel You pick up other n***as drawers, and inhale I will face f** your mothers head like I was f**ing Jennifer Lopez And R. Kelly piss on her forehead and do it all in yo' bed Your mother did voodoo with live chickens and turkey since she was in her mid 30's But it didn't work cause you was still born with herpies You really like getting your knees dirty Rednecks be looking down at you talking 'bout, "You sho' is purty" And your pops is a depressed queer f** with an overbite and a beer gut There's only two things he can actually do to cheer up He covers you from here up in Log Cabin syrup And shoots his toothpaste in your face until your acne bumps clear up n***a cheer up [Round 3: Uno Lavoz] I said a lot of battle vets don't like me Well I don't give a f** about y'all anyway cause this is my time I said a lot of people keep talking sh** about me, well f** it n***a this is my grind So f** all y'all sandwich eating, black gla**es wearing f*ggots that keep talking behind my back Because no matter what y'all say y'all never gonna take away my shine Because think about it I'm battling in the world's biggest event and y'all pay $70 just to come watch me from the sideline Even the up and comers don't like me, now that sh** is mad pitiful They like, "How the f** Uno get on this card when his style ain't that lyrical?" No f**ing sh** dickhead, I do it for the f**ing entertainment I just try to be original But think about it, if your lyrics ain't make it on this stage and mine did Then f** whatever you say cause maybe you should go get a f**ing gimmick too Now F.L.O., what does that mean? That you f**ing Love Oreos? I said just go bro, you're devoured, you a b**h and you swim with an ocean of cowards I'm here for your soul and the power I'm a shark and you swimming in an ocean of flower Just go, go hit the showers You're so plain/plane you should've blown with the towers So if F.L.O. gets the W I have you in the ER n***as gon' have to start bringing over some flowers I said I'ma win n***a, you gon' lose Guess what, who is who? I'm a hungry lion in this jungle and what you is, food co*k back, use the tool Can't distinguish who is who I'm disrespectful I'll shoot your mom in her face and skull f** the bullet wound Like I said before, I'm like "I don't give a f**" They like, "Uno's getting hype" That's right you can't control his a** They ain't put my f**ing name on the flier that's why I'm getting all sorts of mad But f** around I get in front of your face And like your neck I'm supposed to grab And since I'm Puerto Rican, f** a gun, I'm supposed to slab Now you can go with your vets I don't give a f** you can go and chat Cause we'll stomp you the f** out, til we leave here with a swollen [?] Cause when there's beef, me and my animals we be on top of F.L.O. like the arc that Noah had And we won't stop til we split him apart like Moses' staff