Youthoracle - Unanymous vs Youthoracle (Round Two) lyrics

[Youthoracle] Yo, I wanna back-track a couple months to a certain night When my boy Rowan was getting undeserved hype over some words he typed And I'm in Plymouth but I don't give a f**, I'm saying Eurgh was right The most racist people in this f**ed up world are white You're a prime example of that prejudiced, bigoted scum In battles anything goes bro, 'cos it's just a bit of fun But you're racist outside of battles, let me think of some sh** you've done You called IM a fat Asian prick in a tweet and everyone on Twitter was stunned So you're a little piece of white Plymouth seagull sh** and a c*nt You said it was wrong to be racist to black people yeah But it literally stung when you said it's okay to discriminate Asians You almost had me thinking dumb And made me hate my Asian dad, for shagging my white b**h of a mum Now you're an absolute retard if you think that I actually take this view Plus you won't laugh when a white gets hit but you will when Blacks and Asians do If you actually took offence to that and think I'm discriminating you Then you're a f**ing small-minded dickhead racist too Now you, battled in life, to battle on King Of The Dot You was on a f**ing mission, you had moved up and risen Your writing was good so they thought you'd come with wisdom But they never thought you'd come and diss 'em As you freeze up and stiffen How the f** could you choke after you arrogantly said 'That was dumb sh**, listen You versus HFK was sloppy You went out aiming to be co*ky Spat a stupid f**ing freestyle and didn't even say it properly Then you took it in and choked like you was inhaling from a droppy You'd have been better off skating against them Canadians at hockey, you fake little knob-jockey Plymouth's greatly snobby Your move-over, stop hating mate Needs a patent - you're blatantly a copy It's not Daylyt, it's at night time that he's waiting for the body He's the only other rapper who could be found arse-naked with a Shotty 'Cos you, you're a copy and a spy And to be Shotty you're admiring And he's got what you require It's his co*k that you desire So you'll co*k back and fire From his bollocks, the supplier When I see you giving the big'un - what a ma**ive liar You're probably in the choir Singing songs [?] So Don't Flop, you're from Plymouth - Hobbit in The Shire Now he's rolling with a badman, not like Danny Dyer If he's wearing gang attire he's like Donald MacIntyre 'Cos you're the most artificial, deluded, sociopathic f**ing f*ggot Bruv, it's tragic This is battle rap, b**h, don't do what it says on the packet You wrote the bars but couldn't hack it So instead on snapbacks and jackets You should get 'This Is Battle Rap, b**h (and I f**ing pussied out) in brackets This fat ba*tard bugs me Pies won't leave him alone - he's Buggsy He's a big country bumpkin c*nt's so wrong when this ma**ive munter's hungry You're a lovely jubbly Cuddly Dudley Humpty Dumpty Now I know why you joined Adam's family You chubby ugly Puggsley I can imagine you re-enacting the battle together, looking into each others eyes He goes 'I'll f**ing bang you out, if you go s**ing off other guys' Listen out kid, don't get cumshots on Shotty's mattress And you're like 'I just wanna give you Donkey Kong schlong until your coccyx fractures' But for the two on twos, you got dis-owned by your lover Teamed up with Chris Leese only to discover AD asked me first I didn't want Bamalam to blow the cover 'Cos I only said no so you two could bone one another Plus that skyping hyping's not known to me brother I feel sorry for your family at home and your mother 'Cos nothing makes me laugh like the thought of you two practising those performances on the phone to each other Like 'Unan will k** ya', 'Chrissie will bury ya' That is some of the most cringiest sh** ever Still I think Chris should sever his ties with him 'cos he's better You just like to rhyme words, you're not lyrically clever You said you bodied Bam and Cystic, never DNA and Charlie clips was your biggest endeavor Chris out-shined you then as well but they still made you look like a pair of over-enthusiastic dickheads together And when he finished like 'Yo, keep trying hard' I thought oh that's the biggest raw par Now hold tight my boy Grimy as I remix this four bar I saw you get beat by gap-teeth and Clips and though nah I haven't seen a body like that since Pinky the p**nstar [Unanymous] Look, I don't mind if when I don't bring up his personal life it don't get a reaction Just as long as they ain't complaining when I get on my rap sh** The walls of my mind are decorated like the sacred tombs I spit the same fluid that leaks from ancient fruits Devilish weaponry, behead your messiah Scorched oxygen pockets from ingesting the fire The place I'm from is dead end and dubbed unimportant A jungle full of junkies, young mums and abortions I try expand but people are born to die here The lower cla** smoking crack resort to the pipe here I drink away the liver pain thinking about what I'm here Why, when in search of balance to we only find fear? My mind's so ahead of it's time it moves in lightyears I hit your girl with a nut shot like Johnny Cage I did this to you b**h, look into the monster's face You might be used to winning but not today So move back, there's a new manager in your Office Space I'm ready for war wherever you populate I don't need a Glock to spray I want to see Notts in flames So I'm hovering above it with rockets aimed Launching missiles the size of chopper blades Cyclops optic ray Melt the features off your face and re-chord your vocals like Dr Dre on The Chronic tape I get your girl open on a surgical vibe I stay brain-dead with a murderous mind I'll straight sharpen up the curve of the knife And make Ds out of your circle of live I don't need a sword or scissors I don't need an orc or wizard All I need is a pen and a pad, some peng in a bag and a set of the rawest lyrics And I'll take Youth out like an abortion clinic Now, I;'m just here to get the job done So when I am k**ing a rapper Why would I give a f** about my like-ability factor You're all just cutting your nose off to spite your face I mean do you really think a highly trained a**a**in catches a body then wipes his blade Then looks towards innocent bystanders and says: 'I know I took a life today, but promise me you still like me mate' f** that, f** that, f** that This is f**ing raw intricate lyricism versus a bunch of cheesy sh** that's easily relatable But now you're eating with a raging bull so if you want beef I'll bring a table-ful The icon's back, you'll get your spinal snapped You wouldn't see me in a fight, I put my life on that I've got an ill mind so whoever Hopsin is getting eye contact Look where you are now mate You'd be a doughnut to slag Plymouth off But if you do I'm gunna send Nick and Rob Round your house, to nick and rob, kick your dog Put your nan in a submission lock and give your little sister a swilly bob Now when I told my girl I was battling Youthoracle, we had a brief discussion She said every time he uses an obese joke, I'mma give you deepthroat So keep'em coming You said to Fredo that you're part Asian, but you're clearly not You're just next on my k**ing spree But if rap don't work, I've got a really good way you could get into the industry You should start a boy band with Villun and call it 'Ethnicity' Time