Real Deal - Sno vs Real Deal lyrics

[Round 1: Real Deal] I'm mad there's anything in common even linking me with this bum So this gon' be ugly, won't a soul in the venue think that he got this one Matter of fact, when you go on Smack's website and click the link on who you think won He gon' look bad on them poles like Pinky in the strip club We are nothing alike We two different kinds of whites Let's see if y'all catch or not I'm raw, uncut, you get stepped on a lot This is unshaved cocoa vers' baking soda, different way we rock, Sno I got Direct TV, he has cable don't be this Rob Lowe But real sh**, I got bars here's a peek Son/sun rays/raise something that'll melt Sno(w) cap He gon' say, "You're a white school teacher so nobody felt those raps." Don't judge a book by its cover, I'm Billy Joya with them knee highs and Velcro snaps This is Larry Bird's three rings vs a Jason William's elbow pa** I'm more respected in your state and that's something that's eat you Yeah you battled in the D too but that sh** was D2 I broke barriers down on Smack, pay homage, you need to Khan and Solomon preview, I translated Hebrew When Khan retired, Iron lost, who was there to place our bets I battled Magic, I was there to save our reps UFF, BET, me! You wasn't even on the radar yet I laid the Blueprint first like KRS So are you, Andy LaRocksta or Andy the Rasta? You're just Andy the most confused man on the roster You gon' snap like Bruce Banner? You are more like Bruce Jenner is A tall, white, long haired p**y confused about what his gender is As far as marketing goes, 50 Cent had a better pitch Oh I don't mean signing with 'Em and sh** I mean Mets game, first throw, 50 Cent had a better pitch Get a grip, long hair, shades, Jamaican tanks, designer jeans Your whole image is like a sewn together Frankenstein of Queens It's the same sh** every battle, "I f**ed your b**h" when this dude is dropping bars Then he reaches in the sky, sh** looks like he's doing a shopping cart He be like, "Let's see if she get sentimental holmes And she'll get sent in mental home Like when I got sent in mental homes." How the f** are you 100% white and rap with a Mexican accent? How are you 100% white and say the N-word and never been checked by your black friends? Well that's because you got an old Huxtable a** f**boy chump a** clique Old- I mean it's 2015 dawg- man f** that sh**! The black people you know are on that Seahawks on the one a** sh** Cause they let you pa**, my homie would be like, "Run that sh**!" and you would just get lynched {Smack cuts Real Deal off} [Round 2: Real Deal] I said, your most viewed battle is that T-Top rape Your career is built off people choking, even Saga tell you he got saved U.F.F. Season 2 he won it and he got praise Like Calicoe when he got maced You are a Rastafarian redneck who looks like he has southern pride Your whole family is ugly, there's nothing pretty about your countryside Let me guess, family reunions at cousin Murl's, some uncle Earl and somebody named Bubba, right? Twizz said he putting out a trailer for this and you asked if it was double wide Real sh**, I didn't know family's could look so ugly until I saw Facebook pics of yours Why does your oldest son look like, he sounds like, "Pah said ain't no catching crawfish down by the creek no more." And real sh**, you wear sun gla**es in doors Either cause you're one of those guys Or you wear sun gla**es indoors because you're so high 6'4", 140, something strange bro If it looks like a duck and walks like a duck, it's a junky named Sno I said with your gangally frame you look like you take more than the Lord's name in vain/vein I should put hands 'round your neck like Flava Flav You ain't out pushing, you in couch cushions trying to scrape for change Let him in your crib, something bound to come up missing like putting David Blaine on a Malaysian plane I said you f**ing pill popper I'm in presidential suites, you can't even get your name on a bill You heard Obama had a Cabinet, you tried to raid it for pills You've been through tons of scripts but ain't a single play that we seen you in You have cut in more lines than a famous comedian When it comes to pills, Andrew buying 'em Ain't a center for the Lakers I'm seeing when I say someone spent years on the Vik's/Vic's it isn't Adrian Peterson Now real sh**, when you put this card together some of these rookies are a problem And for a New York minute Sno, you looked like you was popping But it was like Toy Story, Andy get a Buzz, we think, "Would he/Woody be forgotten?" You're a flash in the same pan you cooked your f**ing rock in So tell your wife, before I fist her I gotta wristwatch off I'll have her walking around daylight/Daylyt with my Spawn on her face like that Crip off Watts Listen Kid Rock, you look like every white trash hick off Cops When real sh** pops off you have your homies grab your earrings and kick your flip flops off We too different kinds, so whoever put Andy with Conan quit You gon' shoot me f**boy? Go ahead, empty the whole damn clip That's child sh** Sno(w)man I'm on that grown man sh** Say I couldn't walk on your block right now and OWN that sh** No? That's not a metaphor I have the credit score they give property out to And you live in Pontiac, Michigan, I'll buy every house on your block for the low property value Now I own that sh** But aye, since he likes that demented sh** I'ma be even more twisted and sicker I can make him k** his own family when it gets to December I'll cut the gas, raise the rent and evict him in the middle of winter And watch when they die in the snow in a Michigan blizzard [Round 3: Real Deal] Three minutes worth of dissing teachers, nobody gives a sh** Then you bring up Biggie, his mom Violeta was a teacher, you are an idiot Yo, you told 100 Bars magazine you would punch me in the face Cause if sh** popped off you believed I'd snitch Then you named yourself after the rapper that sings Informer, let me sip this tea right quick I'm over here wishing a wigger would I'm crossing my fingers hoping, praying White trash, the only snuff you 'bout is Copenhagen I'm so impatient, please give me a shot, Sno I'm waiting You won't need weather reporters at your local station Telling y'all where Sno(w) is laying Flat out, wake up to that whiff of Folgers What's a garter snake to a spitting cobra? Stay in your lane unless you want handicap, I'm a gifted bowler I'll predict what Sno(w)'s gonna do it's as if I'm Roker Talks 'bout how his gun goes POW like imprisoned soldiers Only Andy I know with stripes, the quarterback out in Cinci' Sno you wouldn't punch out a f**ing time card when your shift is over No worries if Sno(w) flurries, Sno(w) melts when the blizzard's over Wolves from Deal who will split Andrew Wiggins for the Love like Minnesota My sh** is colder, flat line they should have a doc by For when a Challenger gets destroyed like when them astronauts died This Louisville bat I brought got reach like that rapper Dot's lines It'll open Andycap like a bag of hot fries I haven't seen him since T-Top was bodying you bad That was an embarra**ment all of Pontiac was mad Now you rep the same team; Rookies What's ironic about that is, ain't it suppose to be a white boy who snaps and k**s somebody in his cla**? But that's cool, a loss is a loss but what you said puzzled me You said you pulled your gun out on your kid's mom cause she wouldn't let you see the kids, you are f**ing G Let me guess, here's how it went down You came home from a long day of...who gives a f** bro, sh** The point is, your nuggets was cold, you was like, "s*ut, hoe, f** I don't want those b**h." She's like, "I'm calling the police Andrew." You know what Sno did? He went Smack on her, smacked on her like "f** those kids." His kid was front row, he grabbed the snub nose, showed her he had a gun so big... It made the state of Michigan question do you love your kids? You f**ing a**hole Take it from me, you don't have to be a teacher to know your role cause there's always a substitute You don't gotta coach the Nets to see a Kidd leave, I'ma keep it a Buck with you Children, are a blessing Andrew, can't you see the luck in you? You like 6'4" and none of your little ones can ever look up to you God damn, you really pulled a gun on your spouse? And the point was to show her you deserve custody? Wow, how does your kids being a product of the government sound? And every paycheck you get, child support takes a chunk of it out Your baby's mother meets a s**er, she up and moves south Your kids are orphan wondering, "Who's going to come for us now?" They idolized you, but they hold a grudge with him now Now a one of them can f**ing stomach you now Your oldest boy grows up, meets a woman, has a son and he vows To always be around regardless of the ups and the downs When they ask, "Who was granddad and what was he about?" They'll say, "No he was no father and he wasn't around." Slow it down They won't miss you Sno, he was no father Andy wasn't around!