Don’t Flop, Lunar C, Uno Lavoz - Lunar C vs Uno Lavoz lyrics

I said, yo i said it's body bag war time
Nigga, I'ma grip TEC if the nigga talking
I'm sparkin' as soon as I get his set
Anybody dippin' around here?
I'ma dip ya set whoa
You got a really long neck
I mean, shhhhi mean, look at this shit, mate
This shit is fucking preposterous
I bet if he swung his head that way
He would knock Eurgh fucking unconscious
You got a really long neck, no fucking
It's monstrous this is what you would get if
A giraffe was fucking an ostrich
See, I'm that nigga that'll tell
You straight to your face
I don't like this kid
Now answer this question
Is it true that your mom's from Africa?
Guess what? This round, she is
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Nigga, your mom was born in east Zamunda


Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, true story
She be speaking Swahili, mud huts
Iguana shit bitch will even fuck in a teepee
She was the only bitch that
Went to church bald headed
One sock and an old dashiki
And for some toothpaste and some gorilla fur
She'll suck on your pee-pee
I said I'ma lock and load it for the profit
See what I'm 'bout to do
The floor they mopping, nigga
Just watch and see what I'm 'bout to do
Everybody looking at me like
"What he 'bout to do?"
Make this nigga seasick 'cause
With these shells, i'ma make Lunar eclipse
Like when the Earth's shadow was blocking
The light from the moon
I say you keep talking all kinda gay
Walking like all types of ways
Nigga, ya neck is so long
I betcha that's the actual Adam's apple that
Eve picked during the Bible days
And I'm kinda pissed off 'cause Eurgh got
Me called Mexican for two whole battles
I shall bitch slap your mom in
Her face with two old sandals
Bitch told me to bend over 'cause
She like to chew on assholes
So I knocked her the fuck out
Then I tattooed a big ol' camel
Taking a shit on her clit
That says "Courtesy of Uno Lavoz"
Ya fucking cunt that's it, time

Listen, dickhead
This is how I know you're inbred
Your mum and uncle made a home
Movie and called it Twincest
Cartons of fresh lube take up
Half of your bedroom
You're such a fag, if you go to a sperm
Donor's now and fart in a test tube
I bet half of it gets used you're so gay
You think that the taste of jizz is peng
There's nothing he can say in his defense
When he's been held down and ran
Through by 80 different men
So when he takes a shit
It ends up like the name of this event
It's nothin' groundbreaking
Battlers calling each other gay has been done
But, it's relevant to call you a mincing
Sausage-tickler 'cause your name means one
So fuck your fate and your tough talk
You're done for like a Thalidomide
In a thumb war you're homeless
Your girl kicked you out because
You can't get it up
So the only time you're holding keys
Is when you're selling drugs
She said you snort so much coke, your
Dick's limp, and when you're fucking her
It's borin' and you was like
"Another quaalude and she'll love
Me in the morning"
Is touching your nose every other
Fucking second an American thing?
And why do you start your verses with
"I said" when you haven't said anything?
When your mum saw my youthful
Charm and boyish good looks
She was froffing at the gash
I like fucking her from behind because
There's something I can grab
Because most Spanish bitches have hair on
The bottom of their back
Yo, this spastic cries when he masturbates
'Cause getting pussy is such
A stressful effort
You should clone another you so
You can pull yourself together
Yo, whoever said chivalry died, it was a lie
I listen to Michael Bublé, sipping some wine
Put rose petals on the stairs
And dimmer the lights
Then speed-fuck your nan within an
Inch of her life

I said Billy by Billy books
Shots there to hit him up
The type of shit that I'm spitting
Will fuck around leave him stuck
You get hit with a ball bat
You think that it's all wack
The shit that I'm spitting my nigga
You think that it's all facts
It's just the shit that I'm spitting living
And getting you think it's forbidden
Your shit is written nigga I'm 'bout dat
I'm on a murder spree verbally
Hurting these dirt MCs
Who claim they haven't heard of me
Fuck it y'all niggas are all wack
They sit there debating whether I'm
In crew with Satan
Well fuck it I ain't gonna admit
It I'm all about cash
I'm like a director directing the
Direction the way these bullets
Are hitting your chest hit up ya whole cast
ALL THAT aLL THAT
Your moms stomach? ALL FAT
SHE WANNA fuck kNOW THAT
IN HER MOUTH bALLSACK
BALLSACK bALLSACK
BALLSACK bALLSACK
I said I'm lock and loaded, clips is missing
Trying to give this kid a lesson
Shoot him in every body part
No I won't miss a section this shit I'm
Reppin bitch you better not be disrespected
'Cause your skin complexion is
Motherfucking dick erection
I said, I can't wait for your mama to die
So that way
I can start a parade and start laughing
Now, all y'all looking at me
Like, "That ain't okay, that's tragic"
I'll show up at the funeral waving a ratchet
Slap that bitch in the face
Like, "Wake up, bitch
And go make me a sandwich"
Now, do you deserve a big check? Yes, you do
Do you deserve a lot of respect? Yes, you do
Do you think he wanna punch
Me in my chest? Yes, you do
Do you got a long neck? Yes, you do!

Your mom looks like Mickey Worthless
And her minge has bad breath
She's been fucked so many times
Her clit is an abscess and both of her flaps
Have a different address
Yo, you pay prostitutes and
Give 'em foot rubs
That lil' gay beard ain't a good look
You suck dicks and simultaneously buff nuts
Don't be thinking I got
The hometown advantage i come from Bradford
Why do you drop so many N-bombs
When you're a fucking Spaniard?
'Cause, I've won every battle that I've
Been in with unanimous decisions
You just stand up in their grill
And give a Spanish Inquisition
I don't wanna disrespect your people
I just can't figure you Spaniards out
'Cause, I like salsa sauce, too
But it's fuck all to dance about
After your last battle, you
Went on Facebook saying, "Uno is the best"
That shit took me a few moments to get
'Cause either you've improved loads
And you're vexed
There's no views, though, I respect
Or you was talking about balancing
Fruit bowls on your head listen, Alejandro
Your girl dresses like a
Lazy half-ass Lady Gaga
When you marry that bitch
I bet her shoes are made of car parts
She's in a possum skin dress
And her belt's an aardvark
Look, I ain't no ras clot wigger
I'm a beast and I'm deading him
I'll kill you and then go
Target your next of kin
And force him into letting me
Own half the inheritance
I'm a newcomer with a cold heart of a veteran
I treat a verse like a vagina
I go hard when I get it in
You should just be happy you get
Reactions for them dumb rhymes
Instead of always moaning like
"That wasn't the punchline"
'Cause bitching at the crowd for laughing at
A setup to a basic punch
Is like having a small dick and dumping
Your girlfriend because it made her cum

Nigga ya mom put ketchup in her belly button!
She be dipping her nuggets you white
So I'ma automatically assume you
Like kissing your cousins i did my research
People in Bradfordstan don't like
Clicking and busting
I found out that everybody
In Bradfordstanno toilets
They be shitting in buckets big buckets
Tall buckets small buckets
Long buckets blue buckets
Pink buckets green buckets
Nigga all buckets
(Seriously, seriously, this is business talk
This is business talk right here)
Now I know you pay for your views
So let's just keep this between
Me and you asshole
Let's not Eurgh disable the
Comments and me and
You make this a million view battle
I'm feeling good i said
I'm Puerto Rican so you know it's real
Easy for me to slice your throat
Bullets go through your body quicker
Than a Zeus lightening bolt
Keep talking, hand around your neck
I guess it's time to choke
If not, who is he?
Cause these bullets go through Lunar C's
Seas like a motherfucking Viking boat
Remember all that shit you was saying on
Facebook how you was gonna snuff shit?
Well I'm all up in your face nigga
And you ain't gon' snuff shit
He a punk bitch he wouldn't even jump ship
Nigga, matter of fact, say something

Bitch

That's right you better do what I
Tell you you dumb bitch let's do it again
You ain't even gonna jump ship
All you gon' do is suck dick, say something

Bitch

You better do what I tell you to do
You stupid dumb bitch now y'all like
"What the fuck is he doing? Why
Did he say it again?"
To prove to your British motherfuckers that
It's easy to trap you
And even at the end America
Is always gon' win that's it

Your flow is sounding like it's forced
And don't be talking about my girl when
I was out last night with yours
I cummed in her while she was on her period
It looked like Thousand Island sauce
No one has ever told you this
But you look Middle Eastern
There must be a reason
Your mama worked in a taxi
Rank with Muslims for semen
Your delivery is shit
You're either mumbling or screaming
That's 'cause you got a nose like a hook
When you're speaking
It sucks air out your mouth
And fucks with your breathing
Denying your own ethnicity is a bit shady
He'll try to tell you he's
Spanish and not an Arab
But we all know he is really (Israeli)
You have a small nose and big nostrils
The hatred I have for your
Nose can't be contained
I whole heartedly hate that whole
Part of your face
When you breathe out through it
It makes you walk backwards and have
A slow start to your day
He fantasizes about not having to spunk into
A tissue when he's jacking off
'Cause he wants to put it all in
A black man like Amanda Knox
Your dad's house is full of mystery blunt
Objects that smell of prepubescent poop-holes
And whenever he's asked whose
They are, he says, "Who knows
(Unos)?" apart from me being a better MC
You're a bitch who ain't never been street
I don't care where you're from, faggot
You ain't threatening me where I'm from
Philadelphia is a spreadable cheese
Your style of lyricism is so deep
You have more layers than an onion
I made a big mistake agreeing to
Battle and this is my punishment
Bollocks, they call me Lunar 'cause
Been bullying everything round dummy
MC's and I steal their shine
When I'm sonning 'em
Yo, your eses know you ain't got
The skills that Lunar C's got
They're at home now predicting that
You took a mean loss
Everyone hoping you got finished like
Nate Dogg's vocals on Detox bitch