Youthoracle - Unanymous vs Youthoracle (Round One) lyrics

[Youthoracle] Yo, Unanymous, I'll destroy his lyrics I don't wanna toy with Villis 'Cos you're such a fake Dizaster, this annoying pillock I'm surprised at the start you didn't go 'I'M IN PLYMOUTH' But it's played out saying you pretend to be like this But you pretend to be like this You pretended to be Unanymous before you befriended that guy Chris And he taught you take the right piss out of yourself to be liked You was a self-righteous Americanised prick every guy dissed But you still think that you're the most intelligent, wisest writer They all know that I'm penning the nicest I should get Kruger how pathetic his life is 'Cos you're having an identity crisis And your codswallop bollocks style has gotten me wild 'Cos Tommy's not hot, this monstrosity's soft and mild Not horribly volatile Just shouts a lot of the while Cricked his neck and got piles Built up a lot of snot and bile So what can this knob compile? Not often he stops to smile Should've got a spot on Kyle Obviously got denial 'Cos his pops was a hot-shotter who got off before he got to trial And his mum was getting filled with food like trolleys in shopping aisles Life as a toddler was vile But an authority wasn't dialed Instead you see Tommy probably f**ing tobogganing off for miles Down to South America to become an Amazonian Rainforest child Or travelling back in time to tussle with Triceratops Then to the 1800s so he can s** off Oscar Wilde Then to Roswell to get Area 1's forgotten files Catch him in a scuba-diving wrestling kit, at the bottom of the Nile Crippler-crossface-ing cops and Rock-bottom-ing crocodiles 'Cos your pa**ionate masquerade It leads with some absolute madness on stage 'DRAGONS AND FLAMES, AFRICAN SLAVES' I don't f**ing know, 'VARICOSE VEINS' I don't want to stand in your way But how are you going to make the 'GALAXY FADE' While you're strangling snakes and all you've got is a few hammers and spades What have they done to you? I think that's not right, that's mean All this talk of animal cruelty, I can see how sheltered your life has been 'Cos I use all your bad characteristics and flaws to construct a rhyming scheme You use a magic make-believe spaceship safari time machine You're cramming bare waste mortis You're a battle rapping hoarder I'm multi-dimensional, bringing news that could damage your reporter I can still multiply the multis, 'cos I'm battling with order You just chat multi-storey, stacking bricks and mortar Like you're multi-task savaging my daughter In the nappies that I brought her Looking for an animal to slaughter Like Janet Street-Porter But at a battle he's in the pork corner Just panicking with trauma Now that's what I call multi-personality disorder And you act like a dyke, hate to say you're a white Brit But you're just a dry clit, a p**y that might split Battle rap's b**h but look like a right tit And it's funny how your tops have a womanly tight fit Like you, start having a womanly type fit Getting your face on over the shoulder as I spit Get on this hype sh**, see how you like it No sorry, can't do it - feel like a right prick You can't take the steps, I'm swinging bars This rep bandit couldn't get past the banister But forget Harry and Marv it's like you're Buzz and I'm f**ing Kevin McCallister You're like 'Kevin did you go in my room? Did you take my gun to shoot at the figures and spatula?' You're such a disease, I'll eat your cheese pizza and feed you to my pet tarantula And Tom, mate, please Stop saying 'steez' Because you're the most cringe-worthy, confused little b**h-queer I've had the displeasure of being around, literally in years I know you're a p**y living with fear And your slogan isn't sincere 'cos You just live here, I run sh** here Me, I'm on my totally honest, absolutely real, it's not egotistical steez I'm on my matter-of-fact, completely relevant, non-fictional steez Eradicating enemies, emulating ecstasy, evidently efficiently I know that my alliteration's played out by I just k**ed him with ease/Es And straight fast track to top tier, that's my preferred pace You're in the worst race you fat c*nt, how does that dirt taste? Best newcomer, votes from my fan base whacked me in first place You won 'Most Improved Battler', that means you was wack in the first place And you've been the sh**test spitter in Plymouth since a kid Kasey and Emperor already body-bagged you so stop thinking you're big Staffy merked you as well, you fat little invalid flid Third round I'm k**ing this prick worse than Lyricist did Time [Unanymous] I'm a monstrosity I don't know what's more stupid The name Youthoracle, or the group of students Who choose to follow you b**h, if I pull my fist back The impact'll do more than just give you a bruised optical sh**'ll feel like you got hit by a particle beam Rip him apart at the seams and break him down to a few molecules, b**h When I was smashing clashes you was brapping at 'em in Ecko sweats Waiting to jump in Don't Flop as soon as his successes spread Now every battle I see you in You bring your attention-deficit relatives to represent But I'll silence them, once I ex his men And sit them down like Professor X without possessing any telekinetic strength I'm a rare type of mutant, breathing the devil's breath Galactus, carrying the planet on my back with every step They marvel at the Juggernaut motherf**er I'm heaven-sent You're a leech on the scene without any genetic d**h He'll meet the reaper, when d**h strikes and I wring this kestrel's neck I'm Wolverine, three-quarters machine Letting the metal shred my adversary's flesh This copycat ain't the sabre-tooth, this Lcorporation created you like Weapon-X Now they wanna act like Unanymous is just some arrogant little fat prick Just 'cos my personality don't adapt to battle rap's natural demographic Too much filler, f** off I ain't having that It's just action-packed actual rap f** your life, I'd rather spit about gripping a battle-axe But have it your way, and I'll get so deep and personal in my paragraphs That he'll be begging Unanymous to spit another Dragon Rap Now you don't have slanted eyes But heard through the tangled vine That you're half Engrish, and half Samurai So therefore, the act of household pet sacrifice Really satisfies your appetite In fact this guy will probably migrate to the jungle in latter life To hunt for bigger cats and dogs to fry with bags of rice So I don't mean you're an unhappy guy when I say 'damaged pride' I mean you literally took a knife and fork out, and left a pack of lions half alive Ignorant I came to hack branches off your family tree I catch your dreams like master chiefs I don't give a f** if you're Mongolian or Japanese f** off to find a cat to eat and don't stop until you're as fat as me This f*ggot once consumed so much Staffy meat It left his mouth out of sync like an Enter The Dragon speech You might think that you fire a live round when you spit it rapidly But in actuality, you ain't letting hammers speak AndI ain't half your nationality But I'm convinced you're shooting blanks at me like Brandon Lee Now that's ignorant right, that's ignorant But that waste sh** obviously doesn't bother your common thought I mean your bars on track suggest you want to expose the government's rotten core But as a revolutionary you should be gathering the ma**es and plotting war But you're not, you're making grime tunes, shotting draw It's all bullsh** when you don't actually stand up for a proper cause Plus how can your crew be called 'Don't Gas', when you're a**ociated with the holocaust? So f** up my zen and I, will start a ma** genocide My psychosis will jeopardise your pathetic life, quicker than a Pedro rhyme I've got beats for knocks like [?]'s producer My dialect'll slice through your dreams like Kruger Now you're the type of tree-hugging drone That loves nothing more than to politically preach when you're stoned About dumb sh**, like the Pope leaving his throne and how recently Masonic legions have grown Bruv I don't give a f**, if you think that demons were cloned at Bohemian Grove, and 2012 didn't happen so just leave it alone But don't get it twisted It isn't my mission to worship political figures that idealistically want to stick chips in our skin and viciously hit different villagers with missiles, k**ing innocent victims But you named yourself Youth, so let me scribble him a different picture b**h I'll remove your tissue by inches and k** youth like clips hitting Syrian infants