Nimpeo - Rap Battle lyrics

[Host: PioZon] ROUND 1: [Verse/Diss 1: Nimpeo] Never been a phony, ‘xpress styles like a pony Had Dyaz editoring you, but now I'm here you're lonely Cut up like pepperoni, I'll leave you in suspense You're easily bu*thurt, but I guess it makes sense I bet Lupe makes your bu*t hurt But your relevance fell and your suicide failed Your story's more miserable than those children you nailed Oh, too far for you? Still it is true, you have no clue How to screw, females your own age You're a kid full of grown rage b**h, I'm on my own page Get your sh** together, I challenge you To make something better, but that would be foolish ‘Cause I'm on my school ‘ish And you're like a dropout, ‘bout to get knocked out You're simply too late, fool you can-not shout [Verse/Diss 2: Jams1] I'll tattoo an L on your f**ing dick, make your virgin a** monkey flip Your balls dropped same day you entered my chat and been under since Jams been gone for four months what would they wonder right Your p**y smells like Nossay eatting baconghost on a summer night While I'm s**ing Lupe you asked for a break and I said maybe Put three thousand migrant workers dicks in your mouth on the daily Jumped the border with half a quarter of molly stashed in my trolly Dancing in your mothers panties, kick push and popped an ollie Jams came back on the floor with no remorse nor reminder N-I-M-P-E-O spelled backwards in hyroglyphics shouts Vagina Im banging blues reading Langston Hughes playing Food and Liquor Your ether-virginity or Dyaz's relevancy I don't know which was lost quicker Word to Jerry Sandsuky s**m flow you could never handle this You take too many L's, are you paying homage to Canibus ROUND 2: [Verse/Diss 3: Dyaz] NEVER BEEN A PHONY, EXHAUST WHACK KIDS LIKE KONY Running circles around them very f**ing slowly But who's more Loopy? More Looney? Jams or Toons? You lose, confused? Who here can only rap about child abuse? Maybe you blew a fuse, do you refuse to be damn amused While I eat your face off like Ronald Poppo and sing the blues? Well, too bad, cause it's the closest you'll ever come to divine one Telekinesis eliminates the medulla oblongata ‘till my mind's won Get burned down like Dorner by the former formal foreigner Poke out your eyes, tie the nerves together in the corner Of the hospital room, Loopey lying next to you in a coma Belee me, he ain't gon' recover ‘till I f** my girl Lola Dead, like Ted Bundy. And yes I'll take Kelly, but f** Bud I'll take the beer not the bud cause the bud makes me wiser… save that sh** for Elmer Fudd Or Jams for that matter… Nahmsayn? [Verse/Diss 4: Nimpeo] It's time you clear your throat, too many dicks in your mouth Giving your mom a shout-out, for taking a stance on abortion You spit like a you're in a choir son, what I mean is your balls gone At least mine are there, so this sh** ain't too fair Jams you can't live off the support RG gave, you've done dug your own grave May you rest as a slave, while I'm rocking this stage You're caught in a cage, where your gay skins don't impress no one Where you drop the soap just for fun, where you're the young one Your support is in dustsquad, slogan: CAC's for erryone You're a foolish abusive one, paying homage to the Brown's 48 chromosomes, outcast amongst people with downs Forcing your own ma to bounce, I don't even need to work for this crown Breaking up the rhyme, randomly tripping like Bobby Brown Did the guys you escorted home pay you the daily dime? I'm just flexing my sk**s, you'll drown the misery with pills [Verse/Diss 5: ʂҟ.⊼འᎮ™ (sc田re)] A yo Jams, lets double up & go hubble on these bubble f**s U take da Nympho from Norway, I'll split da Dutch Lil f**s Holler my name in Holland like its Holloween Candy Man flow, I spit Horror-ible 16s on Big screens sh** seems amazing how u keep D in YA azZ Get it, DYAZ…sh**s packed by D in YA azZ Da ski-mask way, I take threads & make uniforms Have every poster_SKORg, pronounced Under Score Yeah um da boi dey Dread, but I ain Psyonik I dont Fade Away & 4get da homies, if U wanna talk bout phonies Lets talk bout battles and how I'll murder u G Since u decipher hyper-text, what bout da Living Word on da street In the Flesh, I suggest u grow breast & get an azZ job Word to Common, I saw da b**h In Ya last bars & word to those who never heard the Common/ Cube feud After this, Dyaz & Nimpeo will both need lube! SPIN-OFF ROUND (wut): [Spin-off 1: ʂҟ.⊼འᎮ™ (sc田re)] Big words & multi-syllables don't get u respect, dawg Big words & multi-syllables won't get u a check, dawg Might get u a cheerleader and a pair of pom-poms on deck, dawg I collect all SOULarions, now ya cheerleader is checked off Which leaves me with 12 more bars to jack-off Face down, D-yAZZ up, nuts in Nimps mouth Pimp south, yup, “It Takes A Nation” of s*uts To take their thumbs out their a**es & vote u up So wtf, I'm Enemy #1 in da Pub Book of Eli, I just came to fill my water jug Scene, it seems I really came to even da SKORg Pronounced score, G silent, & still believe in da Lord My tongue is da sword, double-edge, two heads Had a threesome in my 6th bar, all in 1 thread And for the record, Jams1 didn't have to ask I just remember CUZZO always told me to have his back! [Spin-off 2: Soularion] The lord's pa**ion, twisted stepbrother to Loki's painbow side But you're just a waterboy, so go get my scythe, roach insecticide Verbal homicide, lyrics the westside, you milking that D-a** sh** You ain't fit for rap, recommend ya quit cause you can't spit Probably found your lyrics in the comments of an Eminem beat vid Over one decent review you go and flip your lid Kid ain't shipshape, gives me a cheerleader to brag ‘bout So what the f** you got, cash? Well b**h I have some doubts And if you got a girl then I guess she ain't heard your raps Sure you'd love having your nuts in a guy's mouth, towel taps I don't need breasts, pure beast, you take the R to become raw Third time pulling the same joke to leave the audience in awe I didn't respond earlier cause I don't like tipping wheelchairs Enemy #1 in the pub, rap like he's drunk with birth defects Gonna need lube for what? Your late night escapades? f** with me some more and you'll be seeing the crusades?