a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

dizaster vs. oxon - n.a.r.a. liga rap battle lyrics

[round 1: oxon]
you f*cking american, neither black, neither white, ugly man
f*ck you, dog!
in poland we would say “chuj z tym psem”
diz’s polish, oxon’s english, no debating which is worse
polska górą, w kupie siła—poland mountain, in sh*t force
bars!
you know i’m playing, mr. america, you know we love you
make some f*cking noise, poland!
poles, we’re that crazy catholic tribe, i bet that’s what he reckons
thinks we live in huts, countin’ time in john paul the seconds
speaking of the guy, you better check him out, he’s dope
he’s so loved in poland we don’t even p**p, wе pope
be glad this ain’t judged, ‘causе in poland that’s a risk too
we have strange traditions—if you win, some chick will kiss you
we so sinister, we even have wujek samo zło—uncle pure evil
this crazy guy hit a woman with a golf club on live tv, pure evil!
but we learned everything from usa
if i’m like your son in battles, isn’t it gross, bro?
do you really want to parkinson like ozzy osbourne?
if we’re talkin’ ’bout gods, just in case i’ll say, “hey, slim!”
i can think of some dope yungblud to replace him
if you do bodied 2, let this dude be bodied too
i like watchin’ how he’s rude, always in that grumpy mood
he drops bars like monkey food—random, rotten, nothing new
then goes nuts after he loses, such a f*cking funny dude!
just picture him talkin’ to his friends about this battle:
“yeah, i’ll be fighting in poland, yeah, with oxon”
“he’s already battled two guys before: frosty reggae and lil philip”
and his boys be like: “yee diz, you’re the king, ya now what it is”
“yee, man, for real, k!ll him!”
masz mordę jak szczeżuja i ssiesz chuja
that means you got a face like a seash*ll and your breath got a d*ck smell
i’m spearmint sharp, trident strong, you’re ugly and scummy
boomer with a big red face, rap scene’s crack king, not funny
he’s off in orbit, center shock like he’s just seen bugs bunny
i’ll freeze his soul, leave winterfresh, ya called bashir yagami (ya gummy)
gum bars! gum bars!
speaking of bars, i work as a hired gun, body count? more than he did
i can’t stop checking marks and i’m not too forgivin’
loading round after round, i will stop him from breathin’
i’m the guy behind the bar, i serve shots for a livin’
bar bars!
hey guys, this my first time in english, i think that’s sinful
’cause i sound like future perfect, you? like past simple

[round 1: dizaster]
kurwa
this guy over here, man, i know somebody’s about to die for certain
it’s his first time doing english verses so he’s like “take it easy on me”
i’m like “why?” and he’s like “i’m a virgin”
first observation: polish people, their hearts are golden
yeah, the first time i arrived i met some random guy in poland
and he kept helping me the whole time even though i didn’t know him
i realized that you guys are thoughtful, you’re kind and you believe in god, too
that’s why hitler didn’t fire a single bullet when he marched through
’cause even he didn’t have the heart to
now i’m battling with a polack warlock
your girlfriend could use your nose as a roadblock
you look like mirko cro cop without the fighting sk!lls and only the nose job
why do all your homies look like birds? that ain’t a squad, that’s a whole flock
that ain’t even a person, i’m talking to a grown hawk
why do you even like him? first of all, he doesn’t even stay here
this guy lives in iceland
and i don’t give a f*ck where he stays, ’cause either way you’ve got cold, horrible weather
as far as i’m concerned, you moved from one iceland to another
out there in reykjavik, hanging out with the rest of the miserable caucasian f*ggots
you’re so broke that last night all you had to eat was a mail sandwich
and by “mail sandwich” i mean a sandwich with mail on it, that’s it
who the f*ck wants to be a viking? a f*cking wannabe viking
who the f*ck wants to be icelandic? the name in itself is anti*climactic
what’s even there to do?
out there besides f*cking hanging out with huskies and sucking off some polar bears
you have to double up or triple out on the clothes you wear
constantly breathing in colder air
can’t even go nowhere ’cause the last time you sat down your ass cheeks got glued to a frozen chair
can’t even comb his hair because the last he tried it, broke it and fractured it and turned it into a bunch of snowflakes there
it’s your moment, you own it
type of f*cking weather in iceland to shrivel your b*lls and turn your d*ck blue
i bet you haven’t walked into a sphere this cold since you woke up this morning and walked out of your igloo
f*cking gay hole, icelandic assh0l*, why don’t you live in krakow?
it’s beautiful over there
it’s nothing but pretty rainbows, i hate snow
and the pale face of yours is making me hate it even way more
f*cking reykjavik always winterin’, f*cking d*ck blistering
big wings bring blizzards in, this kid’s shivering
they got me out in poland battling a professional ice fisherman
if he can’t catch a fish with his tools, he’ll dive in with them
this guy is supposed to be a gangster? then mickey mouse is a k!ller then
like i’m supposed to be scared of him, this dude looks like he’s from west side switzerland
but the place he’s from is actually very nice, it’s called krakow and it’s considered a polish paradise
you should have just stayed there, why do you even take this fight?
i will f*cking rape your life and then spare your wife
i’m alien*like, and by alien*like i mean alien like sigourney weaver getting f*cked on a sp*ceship tonight
radio silence, i turn ox off and then i put ox on
mister miyagi, i ox off and then i ox off
i’ll take the ox from oxon and he’s just a farmer with his ox gone
listen, it must be all the oxycontin he’s on, thinking he can sleep me
that’s why oxon is an oxymoron, but i’m not listening to anything from oxie from here on
hop into octagon and he’ll get boxed like oxxxymiron
see, i don’t need to poison you to death or do a drive*by on a car for
i’m too educated and smart to just put a bullet through an oxford
i’ll cut off oxon’s oxygen by unplugging his aux cord
and since i’m on tour, we should be streaming his death live on youtube
’cause n0body f*cks with aux anymore, player, you’re played out, we’ve got wireless bluetooth
yeah, n0body f*cks with aux anymore, player, we’ve got wireless bluetooth
you wanna cry about it? then boo*hoo
i don’t give a f*ck if ox feelin’ me, ox is a b*tch to me
you’re such a girl you should change your name from oxon to auxiliary
hezbollah infantry, heavy artillery, i was born to fight
funny how you’re from warsaw but you never saw war in your life
when the germans walked in here you forfeited your only rights, you know why?
you should be proud, the polish are known as nice, you put the “pole” in “so polite”
bro, you are totally white, devoted to christ
two muslims walk in here on foot and cross the border tonight, the whole country goes on strike
ladies and gentlemen, this is what a human version of casper, the friendly ghost would look like

[round 2: oxon]
sharmoota

[dizaster]
you guys should have laughed

[oxon]
may the dunder swish you
you look like scorpion king had too many onion rings
then went on a goat p*rn binge on a slow*mo stream
snorted coke, wearing a phone cord like some dope lord bling
and took off with concorde dreams on accordion wings
in poland, when we see someone like you, we say:
“come on, you can sell me this carpet cheaper!”
this poor guy surely looks like a true market sleeper
who will try to sell you, a few times, some budget sneakers
with hands stickin’ out to your wallet like he’s parker peter
he will lock on your pockets like a hunter*seeker, f*ckin’ creeper
i know my lyrics, i’m just making you nervous
just one stare and you can tell that he just thinks different
you gotta keep distance, he has his gypsycrets
he looks like he can tell my future from my pinky knuckle
like it’s not a tricky puzzle, it’s just how that gypsy hustle
but for real, how’s life, diz? for me it’s kind of funny
’cause the fact you’re rappin’ here means you’re runnin’ out of money
bashir: legend for hire, pretty cheap, what a hypocrite
face of battle rap, but just anyone can sit on it
so that’s the reason you went in dubai, like that sh*t ain’t beneath you
i watched your insta live, you said: “i’m in big rooms with big people”
what i really heard was deep*throating big c*cks like:
this self*absorbed narcissist just beats his meat like it owes him money
treats his d*ck with a speedy hammer
time, if you ask him why he looks so tired, he’s like:
“yeah, you should see the other guy! i smashed his head, now i wonder why he’s so d*mn dry, you wanna try?”
yeah, i know, i know, you hang with the best of all time
’cause on your own you won’t shine
you act like you’re the goat, that’s why you f*ck with your own kind
but take away your false pride, your ego, status, closed mind
i missed my shot to face the goat who died in nova scotia
long live pat stay
rest in peace, pat stay
may your soul shine and his voice die
and maybe make him go blind in both eyes so he can’t see the road signs for his whole life
this flawed guy, i will k!ll you, skin you and make myself some c*ck*tie, ooh nice!
you came for a paycheck, i came for a name check, guess who leaves richer?
i’m catchin’ attention, you’re cashin’ bad pension, life sure’s a mean teacher
it’s my home, they all know that i’m second to none
now the whole globe will watch, that’s the second i won
it’s my time!

[round 2: dizaster]
yo, i’m about to hit him with a reb*ttal
this kid’s about to get sprayed
he said i came to poland for a paycheck
in order for that to happen i would have to get paid
it’s round two and i’m still battling a polish guy, and he don’t know why
at first i thought he was german, but he turned out to be borderline
who are these guys?
at this point of my career i feel like i’m on stage talking to strangers
i’ve been calmer these days, but i’ve still got a lot of bottled*up anger
you’ll get popped with a banger
you try to pull a gun on me and i will walk to your chamber like the austrian painter
i’m coming with all haymakers, coming in hot
if i didn’t look so arabic, you’d thought i was a n*z* invader
yo, shoutout to luka for embracing the dark side and letting in darth vader
going up against—well, how is this guy not a racist when he looks like his doppelgänger is probably kramer?
b*tch, i know your chicken ain’t got no flavor
yo, i was out in zabrze preparing bars for oxie
those who don’t know who oxie is, at home he’s an oxxxymiron proxy
who ought to be out of his mind if he thinking he can stop me
he’s better off taking pills softly like bill cosby
listen here, final level of “hick honky”
i will tell you like my people back home will tell you: “my brother, you are a big donkey”
you rap too fast and you spit sloppy
you sound like you drink cocaine and you sniff coffee
odd*looking little b*tch body
how the h*ll are you polish when you have a head shaped like a little b*tch n*z*?
i know how he’s gonna respond, he’s going to call me a “jihadi hijabi”
wow, allahu akbar*ski
listen here, d*ckhead, it doesn’t matter if i’m the one who wears the burka ’cause you’re a kurwa
you’re a stupid low iq, air*headed b*tch, i should call you a turna

[person in crowd]
what’s that?

[dizaster]
i don’t know, i thought it meant “a stupid b*tch”
f*cking oompa loompa, he drives a supra
i’ll put you in a coffin underground, you’ll finally go to sleep in a trumna
i’ll reach over and grab one of those butlas, break it over his head and turn this whole place into a burda
listen here, you miniature, insecure little d*ckless nerd
looking like a f*cking pacific bird
yo, the line between you being a man and a b*tch is blurred
i asked him if he wanted me to refer to him as missus or mister, he said he isn’t sure
how about this? did it occur to you that your b*tch thinks i’m a criminal witness?
yeah, i witnessed her, and in my defense that would be the only time i’m labeled as a snitch
’cause i pointed her out in the middle of the courtroom and told everybody i fingered her
kept yanking her sh*t ’til she started squirting and her eye went the other way like forest whitaker
illegitimate, illiterate, forged like a russian guy with a forged signature
your literature makes me sick and makes the sh*t you spit sound a bit obscure
so don’t misinterpret or mince my words, f*ck the sh*t you heard
you say something stupid now, you’re getting burned to the f*cking ground like the hindenburg
you’ll get injured, disconfigured, ’til your vision’s blurred
too much mixed liquor got these kids on their liquid courage
thinking they could diss me
where do you get the nerve?
maybe i hit one, maybe i didn’t
you can think about it when you’re halfway under the surface and your chin’s submerged
under the water for so long your skin begins to wrinkle like mister burns
b*tch, you’ll get asphyxiated with a dish detergent
i’ll have you twitch and squirm like a river fish on a bait getting murdered
b*tch, you’re getting served dinner for six and all five of your other personalities are getting k!lled with yours
listen close, ’cause the mini*dillinger comes in twins, that’s for him and her
i’ll shoot you, then shoot your b*tch, the shot hitting here
i’ll put something in your b*tch’s ear like a dog whisperer
yeah, i came down to katowice so i can slap your minister
depopulate the city like henry kissinger as soon as the first jab’s administered
you’re so whack i don’t even need a finisher
if this was mortal kombat, you’re such a b*tch i would finish you off with a “finish her”
that’s the finisher

[round 3: oxon]
let’s just end this gnarly jerk feud, i’m not here to partly hurt you
you came on this stage to die in plain view—that’s a charlie kirk move
your entire villain image is just gimmicks stacking up
you’re so insecure, your name’s real meaning: “diz is not enough”
yes, i studied psychology, now i do it in reverse
i talk to people, curse them, leave them clueless, feeling worse
so i’m not the type of guy you face on a daily basis
i’ll smash your house of cards, let ’em see your dirty dancing
you just touched the wrong kid, man, now sh*t is getting racy
after this you’ll need a longer break than kevin sp*cey
you racist! you went to germany just to walk in hitler’s shoes
don’t lie, you’d rock some customs, handwritten “k!ll the jews”
you would love a tour through europe sportin’ hitler’s sneakers
you hate jews so much you want to send them to jew*piter
you came for the jew*hater job to poland? such a nice try
but right now the title’s locked by this other brown guy
with f*cking one eye, he’s rather not nice, so brother, stop tryin’
but don’t get me wrong: we sheltered jews in bas*m*nts when we heard the sirens
now we won’t be stayin’ silent while we watch them spread the violence
stop the slaughter, save the children, let them see the day
free palestine, stop genocide, make the k!llers pay
poland’s scars make us strong, taught us silence has a cost
you kept silent when trump rolled red carpet for a tyrant as a host
he bowed down to putin and now you keep a closed mouth?
’cause k!llin’ kids in gaza’s wrong, ukrainian ones just don’t count?

[dizaster]
they do

[oxon]
ukrainian ones just don’t count
it’s never flags or labels, only who’s behind the orders
the sound of pain translates itself—it rhymes without borders
that’s why the states failed their mission—what’s left of their fame?
world police with broken sirens, no respect for the name
went from “america, f*ck yeah” to “where is freedom? not there!”
you brag about salvation, but really, did the chains fall?
’cause all we see’s you cheerin’ villains, elon screamin’ “chainsaw!”
and we don’t buy this fake show, it’s not just ’cause i say so
others here agree and they won’t lay low when i flame throw
last call: is it just me today in super saiyan rage mode?
h*ll no, so let’s go!

[oxon, trzy*sześć, & both]
yo, are you people nuts?
you need to readjust, jesus f*ck
how could you let elon musk be the boss?
how come this lebanese savage
is representing these fascists
and a country that was run by a ketamine addict?
the whole us is like “how ’bout we go with trump twice?”
sounds nice!
it’s high time we started to farm rice at a dumped price
right guys?
you think trump could find poland on a map like to point with a finger?
i’d say “no way”
norway? like close to finland?
the state of the states is very horrendous because your president puts tariffs on penguins
you know what rhymes with your sweet old nation?
what?
six weeks probation
and also deportation
oh, so that’s why you switch locations!
you probably think you’re safe ’cause you know a guy like shady
but right now your neighbors fight like crazy
singing “ice, ice baby”
we used to look up to the states, but not right now
’cause that far*right clown turned you upside down
you miss the olden days
when you made the world “a brighter place”
but we shine through
like golden rays
we’re polished
polish!
born and raised!
it’s a warzone, you m*f*, go home to the states
or get crushed and blown like a russian drone
all over the place
we’ve got no cause for shame
all you folks can relate
and just this year a pole was launched into sp*ce
so stop thinking of us like this cold distant place
f*ck making poland great again
we’ve always been great!
all this time!

[round 3: dizaster]
now, wow, that was a crazy round
clapping like thunder, is this your younger brother or is your brother younger?
either way they got me battling with the polish version of dumb and dumber
now, people be saying i’m a jew*hater and that sh*t kinda sad
i don’t hate jews, we just hate the israeli zionists that make the actual good jews look bad
you know what i’m saying?
but you? this is why i arrived here on their block to show them
since you haven’t done this before, i’ll show you how to rock with the goats
then i’ma drop the body on him and i’ll go lil yachty on him
that means i didn’t just bring the talk out here, i always brought the wock out to poland, yeah
why is this guy such a little fruit? here, try to fit this in a scoop
if black eyed peas ever recruited you, they’d have two little white b*tches in their group
he’s a gangster, grew up bumping dr. dre and listening to snoop
using his hands in front of the mirror to tell stories about sh*t that he didn’t do
f*cking gimpy goof, look at this weird*looking skinny dude
he literally looks like he drinks his food
you’re swinging your fists at who? b*tch, i was a bigger kid than you when i was in middle school
talking sh*t when you can’t even f*cking keep your head above water in a five*foot swimming pool
this is you, ten years younger than me but he has a hairline like he’s 52
d*mn, i bet your life sucks, is it me or does this guy look like beetlejuice before he put on makeup and f*cked his entire life up?
you look like a wooden boy, like you literally look like pinocchio
how did you get your nose to grow?
you could use your f*cking face to operate a glory hole
you d*ckface, you have a b*n*r nose, yolo, bro
you look like the owl on the logo of ovo
so go and tell your homies you could never approach me
stop trying to find out things about me, you’re being h*lla nosy like lewandowski
for those who don’t know who he is, it’s lewandowski, that’s just how we pr*nounce it
you know what i’m saying? but you’re supposed to pr*nounce it like the polish and speak it proper
you know: “ja pierdolę, kurwa mać”—i bet you’s a cop, you’s a copper
don’t think you’re the dude in charge ’cause you look like a kindergarten security guard
out in iceland he works two jobs
one of them is at the burger spot and the other one is driving uber cars
b*tch, if you were smart, you wouldn’t start sh*t with me
because you’re not even a formidable arch*enemy, listen to me, auxiliary
i shouldn’t even be here, i should be somewhere on a beach in south italy
sipping a martini and walking around sicily
instead i’m over here letting one of my mini*mes try to belittle me
yeah, i literally just went on a 29*day k!lling spree
i gave them punches, cadence, different languages, bars and delivery
every single word modeled after modern weaponry
so you know the moment is mine if it’s in my proximity
yeah, i bet when you go the beach and take your shirt off, you hear nothing but heckles and giggles
b*tches laugh at him, he has one of those two pathetic nipples with a little patch of hair
that’s all that’s left in the middle
this guy’s chest is so little he could share a wetsuit with jimmy kimmel
inconsistent genetics tells me he’s fickle, you’re a stick figure
a bobblehead with his head on a swivel, upper thigh so zesty and brittle
i bet the wind just goes through his legs and it whistles
f*ck your gun round from a replica issue, you’ll get gunned down with something better than pistols
b*tch, i will blast you in your f*cking head with a yemeni missile
i will spirit*bomb you like goku and separate your soul from your flesh and your tissue
time, kurwa!

- n a r a liga rap battle lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular