Smokey Joes Cafe

[Villun] Today's all about flowing and spit game! The aim is to spit flames And rip way, the same way a guy to a ribcage Expose every single hole in this chick's framework Without having to focus on how the hole in this chick's frame works I'm no longer feeling generous You're a nice person, but right now I don't care for your heart You may be nice But, missie, I'm a navy strike And miss, I'll tear you apart! I'll admit, against Smoke and Ard, there was a dip But if you think that I can't spit no more So if you though I have missing flow Like I'm hitting miss, well Miss, you were misinformed Now, I'm on a mission war And anyone who brings it, gets torn It sounds like someone ripped your drawers And ripped your chords! You hang out with intellects But I'd hate to hear the kind of noise you produce If you ever let MIDI baud See, bar for bar, you're gonna strugge to keep up You get reactions from the crowd, even though your frees suck And I like to hear from broke people who wanna increase funds 'Cause no matter how wack it is, people always love free stuff! And it amazes me 'Cause they treat you, like you're some kind of great MC But, to me The way you speak Sounds to me, like one of those capture codes That I failed to reads And everyone makes fun of your speech impendiment At first, it was funny, but Then I got to thinking: "Why does she suck, when it comes to her mother tongue?" And then, it hit me: As kids were taught and raised by parents Who gives us everloving hugs So it makes sense: 'Cause you have little to no experience, hearing your mother's tongue And I don't know if any of what I said was true About how being homeless led to you Getting on coke, meth or booze All I know is It's the kind of shit I'll expect you do It all makes sense, guys: If you take the "ho" out of "house" All you have left is "use" You've been battling for years and haven't yet improved See, Dekay wants credit for her rapping She's not down for gender norms or sexist toughts You try to get out of that box But you forget that's what helps your cause 'Cause even if we know that your pen is poor You can still make men applaud 'Cause in their heads, their support in helping you get out of that box, might help them enter yours You're a liar's toss My flow's five stars You're not even slight-par! You're nice with flips But this body tells me: she finds gymnastics quite hard This alcoholic only came down to The Cellar 'Cause she thought it was a wine bar Just another bomb-open trick You drink Lost Bums shots and gets lost on Crabbies Freeze I'll never go as far as to diss your adoptive parents, D But I will say this: Having out with your dead-beat friends and drinking fusters causally Is not the same as having a foster family! TIME! [Dekay] Fuck you and your Ray Charles' glasses I'll be slicing this youth! I was never fucking homeless or adpoted So what you're rhyming ain't true! And I got the bare intellect 'Cause I rhyme off the top! You winnin' ain't never gonna happen here Like Eyez versus Dotz! There's nothin' superbad in this villun I will stab and kill him brutal! If you'd Jerry comb your hair You'd look like Paris Hilton's poozle Now, my name is not Oshea And I won't tell you what to Google But there's a naked picture of him online Him looking like some Uncle Noozle! You ain't got the testicles You get tentacles You're asexual! You're one-dimensional And your face is for from semmetrical You wouldn't even get raped in Pennilville! When I see you I feel some call for verenakill Trust me, fam: You're the kind of guy that was never picked for teams Villun, you look like a pigmy queen You do should hope These next bars go over your heads If they don't The fucking force of the movie will gonna split your spleet Are you dumb? Don't you know, nobody roots for the villian? Shoot him and kill him! Throw him off the roof a buidling! You fucking won't That's you, sat in a room full of children Your name don't suit you, little Villun I'm renaming you Victum So listen, Vitcum: Let me tell you about real villians It's mad and insane Like Saddan Hussein Like Ten Buddy, back in them days Jennifer Bird, sitting and sissing, with a crack in her vein Well, I won't-a fuck a David Cameron They should bang him in chains! On a dark night I may rise back again Damage your sight With ten bats to the brain I'm crazy as hell I'm not actually sane But I'm addicted to venom Like Batman and Bane Your teeth's of a Joker You think I ain't violent? I'll switch off the load of that flight Like kids on a island! Unlike you, I'm dark, fam I'll carve up your eyelids Ride in Arkham Asylum! I'll leave this penguin in the hospital You're gonna die in bits! Stevie, I don't even wanna hear that Buddy Tyler shit! Thinking life support will save you, when it is unlinkely You would think I'm Uma Thurman, how I poison ivyes! You're to fucking talk about my parents' bless! Villun's parents hit him, tied him up Hate word, oh, that poor little fella! Though, that's not the first time You've been beaten by bars in the Cellar! [Villun] You say I have Ray Charles shades I don't care of what you said During your whole flip, I was staring at your breasts You said that I have poodle hair, that's probably true But Paris' poodle has been in a home longer than you I can't lie, Dekay's gifted, when she speaks frees Freestyle Tournament found her I'm thinking: "How is Liquid gonna beat D?" It's her; she's gonna win the whole thing cleanly She's a alcoholic, taking down liquid should be easy But it turned out to be: Any night on that Candum avenue 'Cause that liquid clouded your judgement It straight-up hammered you And today, that's gonna happen, too Bars, jokes, schemes, you must believe that I brang a few I came in today to get Southtown hyped They though Canine was one of them and out of my prime! But you don't condon't that, it's fine Bar for bar, round for rounds, I outwit gods! I've seen you drunk on all-fours and out of your mind So if I stood here and called you a "bitch" right now I would have felt out of line! Generic slag bars me, Dekay's wound out of line She dosen't want to hear about that time She got pounded by a thousand guys To me, that's a funny thing You hate when we call you a "slut" and shit What a dumbass bitch You're a wack female rapper Of course, we're gonna say you suck and spit Here's something that I clocked, when Hyde She dosen't finish writing her bars But freestyle a lot of rhymes She goes for free But still buys a round It's all in the alcoholic mind But let me dim it down: There's no content, it's mom jokes So it's filler rounds But a real alocholic would do anything to fill her rounds And that's why I don't feel her rounds You that want to around drink so bad You've confused: "Fill her rounds like a bartender" With: "Fill her rounds, 'cause she's a bar tender" But enough about how she handles drink And then I began to think How good her grasp on the English language is During the second round Uno Lavoz flip, you said: "SHOTTY HURRUH UND UDANYMUS" Your English is extravagant She's got everything, from colvonized enunciation I love the way you structure your prashes I found one of your punchlines groundbreaking Full of substance and greatness She said: "I'm so gu-uh, I'm pavement" This girl is fucking amazing It's like, how does she capture these speech patterns? Lines so dull, such as: "I'll take the piss out of you, like I've got a weak bladder" With a brain like that, she could defeat cancer I'm not calling the lines 'cause they were brain deformed I just wanted to show how Telisa's life is the same as yours You're both from Candam, but when it comes to brain, you're poor So I don't have to talk about Dekay's room to degrade you Nor do I need to my dick in your mouth and let my D grade you For me to analyze your brain and D-grade you Yo, time [Dekay] What fucking dick? You don't even got a dick You're the dryest fella! Talking 'bout liquids I will beat you like a guy on Cellar! And by the way Fuck that shit about Telisa from Enzubs I got the fuckin' bars And I got better fuckin' things to do Than giving some fucking men's heads, 'cause Did you know that seventy-three years ago today Japan attacked the U.S.A.? If I can convert it to Scottish slang You got the kind of D like JFK Instead of mis-housing gernades With metaphors and verbs for you So if this muslim's suspicious name Then me and you can do words or, too Picture my words They fly past ya Try harder to be Danny Martin Anyone who thinks this guy sharper I'd rather just cry in laughter Flickin' your clique, like I'll blast this, like the guy's Carter Who knew that old South Hampton bastard But for you, this is Pearl Harbor You ain't got golden bars You got golden arms And yes, I'm talking Frank Sinatra Your arms are holding scars It's like I'm folding cards The way I mow you, like it's plaster Weapon's your only charm I'll leave you lone and past Because you're waring with the Master The way I smoked him first With every poem blast I should be calling that Dizaster 'Cause these folks is the kindest to do that I'd beef with you You got the body of Badakim Jr Anyone ever seen: "Victim vs Carloss"? It was like two kids fighting over who's toy is better than others It's an all like you took a hard glass It's like he shot you and drove you to the hospital "Shop out and never a bartoss I was bored, so, yeah, watch that shit!" I was like: "What the fuck is he smoking?" Like Sims, you could choke me hard While reciting a bar without choking! Listen, yeah, this is Victum This is his head " They chocked! They chocked!" You're a gay joke How dare you step in my vision With your fucking repetition? This ain't no fuckin' competition You look like spilt milk in the kitchen! So I don't need you to sex with me, Vitcum It's time that you spent your own That's been longer in the system And if you think he's one You're lying like a fucking politician! That's it [Villun] You tried to impersonate my choke Trying to be me was lame Yeah, you put your hood over your head You look way better, when I can't see your face You know, I can freestyle, too After all, my flow's the illest Yeah, Carloss beat me But he also told me to body you So, either way, it's bros over bitches They say when chicks find partners Is always a reflection of their dads It's got something to do with how they present themselves and act It's a tool that they use to seperate the gentlemen from raps But DK is symbol So I figure it represents the fact That you've never met a man But don't get it twisted, yet I don't think it's bliss to diss her parents But you diss everyone's mom per battle So by my logic, your mom deserves the same kind of disrespect You haven't yet seen her And she dippet in left! Nowadays, she's more like a distant friend If I was to give you a descriptive guess I'd say your mum looks like the Facebook shilouette When you haven't uploaded a picture yet And I could talk about her tits and how she has a lovely pair Or how she cries, every time she walks past mother care Or how your band is full of a bunch of squares I've listened to one song and, honestly, you're weak I would give you props for following your dreams But you remind of a broke 'hood version of Florence & the Machine This round is comedy to me! You and your band are just dead! You've been doing this for how long And still haven't cashed a check I guess Uno Lavoz was wrong How can anyone expect her to make sandwiches When you bring all this filler When, really, what you're lacking is bread? And that's why you get no subs But when you're actually henched like DK, subs are nothing With arms like that You could bench any man At this battle event In fact, let me go back one-two steps I don't wanna get strangled to death Let's talk about the people you're nown for jamming with next: Your girl, Chobril can't speak English But thinks she's an actor You think speaking English in England Would be an inprisonable factor See, Mitty just come across twisted and backwards As Twist, as a conspiracy rapper See, you have some messed up standards You and your family and friends are backwards And to top it all off, your mum's worse than Debbie Mathers So fuck you and your neglective parents! You might think I'm wrong, for dissing her family and friends But I don't care if my rap gets her depressed I'm a Villun; I couldn't get two shits about some damsel in distress! And they came to see a show And I'm the Southwest craven! This here's a nightmare on Elm Street And everyone outside paid to get in Shout out to Joe Craven There will never be a more perfect location as this You get the lead role But in this movie, the female dosen't live And it all makes sense Check the editor's name and it fits 'Cause all Crueger has to do Is to cut and slash, to make the assist Upload, while I get praised for the way that I script Him catching that body And it decays in the clip! [Dekay] You say my mum's worse than Debbie That may be partially true But it don't matter When I'm the one that's fuckin' marshallin' you! Spittin' about homeless jogs Yeah, mate, that's so original But I live next-door to my fuckin' mum So that shit is ficitional! By the way, statistic time: One in seventeen-thousand people is Albino like you That's about the same number of girls that would actually like you That I'm sunning you Is something I might do But you'll die from skin cancer I ain't gotta fight you! You look like a tampon But you don't get inside pussy I leave you bloody in Demy Way You should pull out, quit trying to push me The only time you're up to the top, rookie Is when you put oil on your scalp 'Cause your hair is quite bushy I've been doing this for ten years Way before Don't Flop! When you were learnin' at school I was at stage, making shows stop! When you were tryin' out I was in raves, making flows hard! When you was like: "Oh, she was homeless" I was like: "Mate, you are so lost." Here's summer vast: No joke, 'cause I'm goin' invite! Stop for an other man's From a guy and just live life And fuck who them grim rhymes And your jabs about skin type You auditioned for the same event I got with an invite I can't imagine Vitcum ever fucking a girl I can't imagine Vitcum's ever been in a fire I can imagine Vitcum living in them poodles, now, motherfucker I can't imagine Vitcum ever winnin' tonight! 'Cause he gon' be missin' in action He's split into fractions He's like a phantomime 'Cause this "villian"'s just acting And I don't even need another shit to attack him If I pulled you by him arm I'd bet, he'd split into fragments Y'all wait a minute, bitch So I can get a reaction! Yeah, guys, I'm sick of this rap thing You look like an addic must be slippin' relapsin' While I'm chilling, relapsin' And you'll be flippin' collapsin'! Plus, you're an wrong and usual coddler Who some got hit with subtraction Check your e-mail; I just sent you something with them attachment It's a picture of us battling And guess what's writtien with caption? "R.I.P. little Victum 'Cause this shit had just happened."