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lirik lagu frankie wapps & jaze juce vs. dumfoundead & sahtyre – grind time now

[verse 1: frankie wapps & jaze juce]
yo that’s some outfit
i’m surprised you didn’t come here in some kung lao sh*t
or something fresh off the set of kung pow 6
yo if there’s a secret dao to be the world’s g*yest clown, dum found it
i’ll break this b*st*rd’s spine
let me ask you a question, if you smoke crack for highs how the f*ck do you satirize?
eh probably something like this: ‘he’s wack, he’s g*y
i’m wapps, he’s jaze
i flow better now
in ‘07 you guys fell off the whole second round’
godd*mn, i hate this f*ggot
when he gets loud you can hear his asian accent
is it ‘cause you’re highly genetic?
i know you’re g*y and comfortable with it, that makes you widely accepted
ho, hold the phone
is it the f*cking chest cold or the dense dro or did the fresh coast just introduce us to the first metro egg roll?
ay uh, it’s good the see the f*cking, black lance bass showed up mad late with the only asian left in his fanbase
so you’re the one who likes to take so much d*ck in his d*mn waist when you try to stand straight, ya’ hands shake
so tell me this much, how does a man taste, panface?

[verse 1: dumfoundead & sahtyre]
settle down, settle down, ‘cause this is gonna be, “awkward”
get it, ‘cause he got served by okwerdz
after he talked all that sh*t
it’s evident you did not practice
in the middle of that long*ass trip
i got a update that said ‘hey, juce got, his ass ripped’
that’s true, we had a hard time making it here man
i know you been battling for years and while we were traveling here
d*mn hold on hold on hold on, i’m sorry, no no, we can’t do that
i’ma slap ya’ boo back
we came here a long trip 10 hours and i can’t think straight
you f*cking ingrates
man i got six tapes, played on the motherf*cking boombox
and yes* ah f*ck
yo i hate battling queers
we’re the only real battlers here
earlier you lost a battle, to a man that ain’t battled in years
i know people in high places
and i know y’all been checking out our mysp*ces
is it just me or does jaze have one of those ‘i just cried’ faces?
i be busting all day
aw, is something wrong jaze?
over there wit’ your puppy dog face
[verse 2: frankie wapps & jaze juce]
so uh, relax for a second
so what do ya’ jump out of the temple of doom all of a sudden you’re the boss now short round?
bro why does your boy just have that ho*rs* sound?
why, ‘cause you snort pounds?
well when the glock goes off dog, you won’t hear that soft sound
ay lush, why you got me battling the f*cking skinnies from black hawk down?
ayo f*ck what you heard dog, jaze is the juice, you’re gonna say sh*t to who?
‘specially when your mother’s a f*cking craigslist masseuse
f*ck this wack gook’s writtens
it’s obvious in the hood he couldn’t last two minutes ‘cause what experience does he have, his latest manchu visits running through bamboo thickets?
yo i’m banging the strip with dudes
i’d rather be slanging them whips and rugers
it’s hopeless, he only came out to oakland to try out for hangin’ with mr. cooper
and you have nappy hair
you look like a half*black half*spanish lesbian named samantha clare
these two emcees combined don’t equal half a pair
but don’t panic scare when i choke him ‘til his head hurts and he’s gasping air
your dad owns a store, he has aspirin there
although i highly doubt he’ll stand and stare
when i walk in that sh*t with gats and chairs
and make it a f*cking fam affair by murdering his favorite panda bear

[verse 2: dumfoundead & sahtyre]
why is this man pretending?
so what if his mom’s a masseuse, you’re just mad ‘cause you couldn’t get a happy ending
get the f*ck over here, this motherf*cker eating ravioli, with his grandpa tony
and his hardest decision in life is spaghetti or mostaccioli
y’all ain’t battle rappers, you’re soccer goalies
i’ll stomp you homie
frankie wapps and jaze juce
everybody’s been really welcoming but trust me we all hate you
we’ve hated you since the new york qualifiers
i wanna jack you for all your sh*t but you’re probably wired
so which one’s the one that sings “great b*lls of fire”?
these motherf*ckers look like, crooked cops
i’m just waiting for you to say ‘book ‘em wapps’
if you guys are here who’s watching the butcher shop?
this motherf*cker’s a stockbroker
he’s a c*ck*smoker
i don’t know, you’re both wack but i think he’s a lot doper
i don’t even know why they took the rap route
you guys shoulda just stayed in the frat house, bumping smash mouth
drinking from the kegs ‘til you pass out
man
[verse 3: frankie wapps & jaze juce]
yo shut the f*ck up dog, ‘cause a bundle of crack is something ya’ sis needs
she’s like ‘wapps, can i get a couple of hits please?’
i’m like ‘yeah sure, depends if you like the taste of d*ck cheese’
but ah, for a quick squeeze, i’ll shoot a couple of jizz streams on the swim team
and then laugh at your paralysis like you was chris reeves
yo and you know what else is f*cking funny, this p*ss writes his lyrics
and when you can’t boil cats they have to cook mice and crickets
and you’re such a sheltered b*tch you think that hood life’s a gimmick
dog you wanna see me hook line and sinkered? (yeah)
your people got some good rice and chicken
but you’re f*cking skinny and yellow when you stand next to me it looks like i’m p*ssing
and i would like your writtens
but i’m still a little offended your father’s footbinding women
plus i rap the greatest b*tch
you’re so skinny when you move your arms look like dangling paperclips
someone tell this nerdy kid relax
look at your f*cking mug bro, you couldn’t get a jersey b*tch with that
neither one of you’ll burn me with your tracks
especially when new york been thought thirsty fish is wack

[verse 3: dumfoundead & sahtyre]
yo you guys battle awfully
that choreographed sh*t was cute, what is this, the jabbawockeez?
get the f*ck outta here, okay some of those bars were dope
too bad you got the f*cking personality of a bar of soap
i got f*cking nuts the size of artichokes
but when i slam ‘em down yo’ momma’s throat that b*tch don’t even start to choke
you guys should tell us, how you guys got those parts in the goodfellas
stop rapping ‘cause you guys are, not good fellas
we live in the same state as the saurus; they look jealous
yeah you get that sh*t, n*gga, i am all heat
how do you rap acapella and still sound off*beat?
i’ma chop your ass up like raw meat
you’re not from yonkers, you’re from a small street called wall street
man frankie wapps has a bumper sticker that says ‘thank you cops’
yeah, and if you guys are the representatives i know yonkers is corny
y’all are the type to wear a t*shirt that says ‘honk if you’re h*rny’
jazie juce, is frankie’s boo
and they both got each other’s name stitched on the back of daisy dukes
n*gga this is oakland, they get stupid, y’all n*ggas still tryna raise the roof
[verse 4: frankie wapps, jaze juce & both]
y’all ain’t from strong beach, y’all know what’s happening in frisco
‘cause you move like a f*ggot with your wrist bro
shut the f*ck up, you a manager at quiznos
i know what is, y’all get up with your swim team, start packing in the sh*tload bumping panic! at the disco
stop acting hard fam the only thing you strapping is a d*ld*
and your f*cking cause is lost
i’ll burn you to death and then scorch your corpse
how you got me battling the asian stuntman who runs through okwerdz’ thoughts?
ayo dog, you f*cking od’ing when you gulp s*m*n
you get your dome beat in, you’ll feel like it’s for no reason
but it’s ‘cause in the wrc’s you got cheap wins the whole season
ayo i’m white and proud
you didn’t like being asian when i gave your girl v*g*n* pounds in chinatown
an excuse for cheating and leaving: ‘cause my eyes are round
i could do what i do, and battle sober
or be like you and be a passive stoner who chills in a shabby rover and does slabs of coca and grams of doja
yo i don’t know why you’re addicted to what you’re chasing fam but the past is over
if you don’t stop nose*blasting coca, you’re gonna fall to the ground develop a massive ulcer your nostrils will flash and smolder and you’ll die after three years, in a f*cking tragic coma
i know your nose is probably feeling the burn
but me and juce say sh*t like this ‘cause dogs, we’re really concerned

[verse 4: dumfoundead & sahtyre]
i don’t know what you’re telling me
‘cause this is a freestyle battle, not a spelling bee
i don’t know what the h*ll you’re going through, you know it’s true
that you’re wack, and you came all the way to cali just to go 0 and 2
i’m f*cking smashing these f*ggots
they’re better at school, i’m better at rapping
i knew they would come with a excellent accent but i, woulda expected ‘em to have lettermen’s jackets
pardon me juce, weren’t you in varsity blues?
y’all look like the motherf*cking blues brothers
y’all look like jew brothers, y’all look like two plumbers
y’all look like moose hunters
y’all been stalking the saurus for two summers
that motherf*cker now needs to get a new number
his favorite vegetable is a cucumber
ay rogaine could do wonders
we got, mr. woodc*ck and the guy who teaches woodshop
rapping is what you should stop
ay your music is weak
the two oldest motherf*ckers in the theater for high school musical 3

- grind time now

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