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dizaster vs. jeevz - skeng battles lyrics

[round 1: jeevz]
9/11 was an inside hijab, osama has bin laden
but this one is dropping n*bombs ’cause you got shadowbanned from battle rap for saying the n*word
that’s super dumb, i mean, the only thing that’s black about you is that list real sikh put you on
bro, you’re not god*sent ’cause you’re from a land that is only god*sent
beirut’s a slum
i mean, he’s born in a sandstorm ’cause he’s always acting like he’s darude 1
yo, let’s talk about lebanon, man, your people are b*tches
they only act up when the guns are ready
lebanese weak, just their arms are heavy, they saw it on his sweater already, imam’s spaghetti
okay, so listen, mashallah mathers
i said listen, slim sharia
with all due respect, when eminem dropped curtain call, it wasn’t a burka what he meant
revival isn’t about the promised land, so hold your suicide attempt
but when eminem dropped kamikaze, you were losing your f*cking self
’cause bro, when you pay hamas to*
oh sorry, sorry, when you pay hummus to*
no again, when you pay homage to your people
i don’t believe you, it’s just part of your brand
even though on instagram you said, “free palestine, my people are starving to death”
but in the next story it was you and your son in a jet, both tables filled with food ’cause you ordered all that they have
don’t present yourself as a saint, that’s the wrong way to act
stop thinking about paypal and pay palestine some respect
bro, you went from putting the lead in (aladdin) to being jafar*fetched
bro, back in the day you were the best alive
it’s like elon musk’s muscles kept growing, but his motivation was left behind
bro, you’ve done nothing for palestine besides these little raps you write
and if you still think you’re the prince of persia, then you really have no sense of time

[round 1: dizaster]
krankerh0m*!
the whole leder of netherland, i’m back and i’m ready to make demands
and if i don’t reach ’em this time, i’m going to break his hands
last time i blew your hat away, he told me thanks for that
maybe if i would have shanked his ass, he would have gave me daps
man, i feel like jon trying to talk with garfield ’cause i keep running out of ways to explain to cats
you want to fight? i’m like mega man, i got crazy hands
but i don’t need a gun or strap to slay a man
you run your trap, i’ll hit you with a f*cking axe like angry fan
you going to get sunned so bad today you going to leave this building with a southeast asian tan
or maybe the saudi arabian plan

[person in crowd]
what that mean?

[dizaster]
i’m about to hang this man
your girl is like a vehicle that f*cks a thousand bruvs per hour
you brought her out to visit the dutch so she could pick some lovely flowers
by the time you got back to the hotel room, you seen she was already letting dumbfreeze plow her
yo, this chubby coward came here with his b*tch, but he’s going to leave the club without her
you must be huffing powder if you think your little scene could f*ck with ours
since when did doogie f*cking howser become tough and loud when all it takes is a bullet to gun him down?
this battle should have been done as a one*rounder
but moving on, nowadays, this racist likes to stay at home
because last time that you were gone, some dude from suriname walked into your living room and screwed your mom
and the only thing you thought he was doing wrong is scr*w*ng her with his shoes still on
f*ck you, you cuck, f*ck you and this entire kingdom that you grew up on
everything you do is haram, you have a face that looks like “i want to nuke iran”
you have a face that says you burned a few qurans
you have a face like geert wilders: “oh, netherland could be built up if only we remove islam”
*buzz*, you are wrong
your whole nation is founded on your background of slavery, and that’s the truth i’m on
and you’re the future sp*wn of those past generations
the ones that f*cked up curaçao and suriname
and you owe all the africans and now the south americans reparations
and now you want to rap, too? that should add to your karmic debt inflation
bro, you’re a net creation of a colonial settler nation
and i don’t expect nothing less from the pest i’m facing
cass, is this the best you gave me? man, this dude’s face is h*lla rapey
like kevin sp*cey’s
you try to educate me when you’re a full*grown man with a brain like a half*developed baby
dark souls, elder scrolls, you could never play me
i’ll segregate his face like leatherface if you ever face me
i’ll shove a blade into his head and make him into some special gravy
i’ll bring death to you and your pathetic navy since all you want to do is help isnotrealis
i’m just estimating, what’s a better approach to take that’s less degrading?
maybe i should be defecating on everything you ever made
’cause if i took a sh*t all over your resume, that would have gave it a better rating
it’s over, it’s done, i destroyed your sh*t
and you have a gorgeous chick, so go home and tell her to suck my grote d*ck

[round 2: jeevz]
okay, let me reb*ttal this quick
you want to hold me accountable for sh*t my ancestors did?
then you’re a pedophile because yours were marrying kids
yo, and let me reb*ttal another thing of the dumb bars you spit
you know, you say everything i do is haram? yeah, just like slaughtering this pig
okay, imagine a conversation between dizaster and some gazan soldiers, it would go like this:
“hey guys, it’s me, dizaster. what did you do that drove them back?”
the first soldier said, “me and my fighter plane, we made all the drones defect”
the second one said, “i k!lled a hundred soldiers in the holy land”
then the third one stepped forward and said, “b*tch, i survived for 30 days under the wing of my broken jet”
“dizaster, what did you do?” and he’s like, “me? uh, i wrote a rap”
yo, people keep telling me dizaster is the new hitler, and i’m like, “f*ck that, dizaster is not the new hitler”
okay, he hates the jews, but beside that, he’s the nicest guy
he does this n*z* salute and he’s screaming when he’s marching, but that’s just how he likes to rhyme
and yeah, he calls his fan base “mein kampf,” and yeah, he read mein kampf 90 times
last week he was battling in german in germany, and next week he’s taking over poland, but*
ah f*ck, you might be right
“anne frank, what a d*mn sk*nk”—you said this
god d*mn diz
she was 15 when she died, that’s tragic
but i get it: a girl her age in your country would already have what? 12 grandkids
and i quote, “dizaster is evil like a catholic cathedral attached to the back of a preschool”
but wait, jeez dude, that’s quite a unique feel
’cause why do you compare yourself to something that’s attached to the back of a preschool?
f*cking h*ll, man, you need help
i know you’re a massive fan of eminem and d12
and the age women get married in your country is indeed 12, bro
okay, but bro, for the record—don’t punch me—look at me
but i’m not assuming anything, bro, it’s the stuff you say that’s leaving us in doubt
if you grab one of p. diddy’s bottles of lotion and you rub it three times, this is the genie that’s coming out of it
but no, dizaster is not into little kids, it is just somewhat odd
’cause it’s he himself to whom he lost his heart
let’s break that bubble and make sh*t fall apart
f*ck your god complex, i’m a complex god

[round 2: dizaster]
look, it’s round two
and i don’t even need to clown you
because right now my value can’t get any less than what it is for me being around you
yo, back home people asked me how i seem to have found you
i said, “well, he raps in six languages,” and besides that, i can’t think of nothing positive to speak of about you
or calculate the insignificant number of years your measly career even amounts to
i speak down on you while all these people surround you
’cause you couldn’t initiate the death of your own ego, so i’ma beat it out you
i got a reason to doubt you: i was here for your last battle versus the kid from england
and he literally beat the sh*t out you
in fact, that sh*t was terrible to witness, he k!lled you in all three rounds
and you thought maybe it would be a smart idea somehow to have me embarrass you when it was finished
bro, you called me out right there, you couldn’t even spare a minute
this parasitic kid couldn’t wait, couldn’t even spare to get carried into his grave and buried in it
you dared me to do it, so dare i did it
i’ll put your body in a box and put your box in a trunk like merry christmas
yeah, i ain’t here for no friendships, i’m here to put you out of business
i’ma straight up pan him, straight up lambast him
hop out the van, blast him, roundhouse jon*claude van damme him, marko van basten
i will superman grand slam him at the bottom of the grand canyon
and then manhandle him all the way back to amsterdam, laid out on his back in a black wagon
yo, this guy looks like the grand dragon
so for all those racist arabic jokes you just said, i’m not just going to body bag him
i’m literally going to baghdad him
then put a potato on a barrel to add irony to his death when they hashtag him
i will front kick, backhand him, native*american*style scalp him and leave his brain from the back hanging
i will do the haka with a bunch of maoris and slap the fire out of your mother while she’s tap dancing
now, i know i tapped his hat last time, it was just a slight tap
you know, i wouldn’t punch him ’cause i know if i slightly touched him instead of his hat
he would have went midair and became a flying dutchman
you’re an airborne f*ckboy
after this, i’m vip on a flight to london with my hired gunman
on the hunt to find another country to line something up in
i hate these rappers who rap just to rap
they don’t have no story, they can’t even provide you nothing
i’ve survived the jungles, you talking sh*t about beirut?
that’s where the third strongest explosion of all time blew up in
we came from the bottom and we climbed from nothing
and you had everything from the start and you couldn’t even provide us something?
not even one thing, the guns sling, i’ll let one ring while i’m down on one knee
tell your leader there’s one mic and one life, so there could only be one king
they say he’s the best in netherlands, there’s no such thing
’cause if you’re the best and elf dee must have died, or this must be some inside dutch thing
yeah, f*ck this chump mean, i’m on a level that’s unseen
i’ll split a dutch open and leave him with his guts clean
now you can cut stream, but before you do, i’ma respond to the arabic sh*t, in my language
this is for all the mtab3in (normalizers)
hayde ossit ennak enta baddak terbah lyom, bade yek tenseha (this whole thing about you winning, i want you to forget it sir)
law sahebtak aarabiye, kenna htaramneha (if your girl was arabic, i would have respected her)
bas laeanna sha’ra w eeyuna khoder, bade neklak yeha (but since she’s white and she has green eyes, i’m having s*x with her)
bhat ayre aala rasa laeno hek w hek jeye aala bela (put my d*ck on her head since she thinks about me all the time)
i’m complimenting you in arabic
ayre fik w b malek hollanda li melkak (f*ck you and your kind of holland that owns you)
aa shou sheyif helak bi hal balad elli neykak (why are you so proud of a country that constantly bones you)
ayre fik w b terbeytak (man, f*ck you and the entire european*style raising of yours)
ortit oonsoriye kleb, hajjartuna men bledna (bunch of racist dogs, you made us immigrate from our countries)
jebtouna la hon men hroubkon w dammartulna hayetna (after you destroyed our lives from your wars)
w halae battal badkun yena (and now all of a sudden you don’t want us no more)
ma ya wled el sharmouta, lezim teftekhro fina (but you sons of b*tches should be proud of us)
laeno akbar wahad fikun ma byet’aran bel sharaf yalli tahet sormeytna (’cause the biggest man in your group can’t compare to the dignity that’s on the underside of our shoes)
badkun teklulna akletna (you wanna eat our food)
badkun telbso tyebna (you wanna wear our clothes)
badkun twazoo helwayetna (you wanna sell our pastries)
taa jarrib twazzaf eend wahad mennun, byejo b hattulak l ayr l abyad badelak (try to get a job with them and they’re hiring the white d*ckhead instead of you)
la hayk bade yeh tehterim helak w tentebih aala lsenak (have some respect for yourself and watch your mouth and check yourself)
laeno sekkin wehde b raebtak betshufun la hawde rfeeak li ejo maak mannun rfeeak (’cause one knife to your neck, you will find out that the dudes that came with you are not really your friends)
laeno betsir lahelak w btekhtefe metl maanawiyetak w baydetak (when you’re just left by yourself, they vanish just like your manhood, and the confidence in yourself as well)
time, you p*ssy

[round 3: jeevz]
father (?)
i’m the director, i’m the screenwriter
you look like aziz, who looks like rashid from street fighter
bro, you just said “i’m the holleeder from nederland”
yeah, the holleeder from nederland, but b*tch, holleeder is from netherlands
so doesn’t that make him the holleeder from netherland?
f*cking dumbass, you got the iq of a primal ape
for christ’s sake, you’re the holleeder from netherland
yeah, and i’m the captain america from the united states
but i have to admit, you’re the f*cking blueprint for the scene that we chill in (chile)
but from all places you’ve been, it’s barcelona that seems to be fitting
’cause where’s your camp now (camp nou)? i’m salvadore, i take the lead when i’m winning
it’s like sagrada família: you’re never complete in the building
yo, it’s like five nights at freddy’s ’cause my processor’s bionic
this creature inside, it’s very demonic
so let’s put that monster in motion like an animatronic
the pace of you getting lesser was shocking
it went from a veteran talking to an american who never stopped flopping
abandoned, streak ended, the beast stranded, it’s animal crossing
you look like that foreign djinn fortnite skin
you look like bored ape’s long*lost twin
but never call yourself king ’cause in your culture that wasn’t a thing
i ain’t in dire straits, i pack a punch ’cause i know this sultan will swing
and his real name is bashir, and bashir means “the bringer of joy and happiness”
so what happened? why are you always so negative?
well, it’s for obvious reasons: you lost your spark, now there’s nothing to see
your last true battle, ten years were lost in between
you became that salty old man you never wanted to be
so why would we remember your name when you yourself forgot what it means?
okay, and i have to admit, sometimes you’re snapping
but yo, rapping around the world won’t revolve the world around your rapping, you just don’t get it
you’re the reason battle rap is dead, you’re distracting every crowd from the real talent that they have
you think you’re a messiah, but you mess it up instead
and if this society wants to blossom again, first the dizaster needs to end

[round 3: dizaster]
last round, guys, this is what we came for
now, after i get into this round, you guys going to be all stuck
you and everybody in here going to be sitting here looking at me like, “what the f*ck?”
come over here and give me a hug
imagine if suddenly out of nowhere i started rapping in dutch
[dutch]
(i slapped the cap right off your head)
(and it was an honor for you)
(he said, “ever had a dutch girl? try my wife too.”)
(what’s up with you and frans (france)?)
(are you married to that man?)
(you’re so deep in frans (france), i’m more dutch than you)
you can talk about my dutch accent, you can make fun of my dutch, but—
(your english accent is totally cheesy)
(i’ll put your mom behind the windows and you behind the window right next to her)
(your mom got picked up at every single bar)
(men never wanted to keep her, she was van der sar’s sidechick)
(she had the perfect height to give him a bl*wj*b standing up)
(look at your belly, jeevz)
(you’re not fit, your shape is f*cked)
(you’re a goofball and your body is deformed)
(you claim you rap in six languages, one of them surely frans (france))
(pfft, six languages? none of them is dutch)
(they know who the h*ll the boss is)
(b*tch, you got no status)
(i’ll smash your chick for free with the glasses of edgar davids)
(you joined king of the hill)
(and left the field as a queen, the b*tch got no sk!ll)
(you won’t make it, friend)
(doesn’t matter what language you choose)
(you speak six, but know right now you lose in your own language, b*tch)
you know what that means? i just k!lled you in your own language
now go (?) and rest in peace
it’s over, the battle’s done, i just caught a body
now go (?), b*tch

- skeng battles lyrics

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