Don’t Flop, Sensa, Soul Khan - Soul Khan vs Sensa lyrics

See I ain't even here to
Prove who spit's harder
I'm just here to introduce these
Kids to their real father
See me and his ho fucked and
I ain't ask very hard
I gave her the whole nut like a Cadbury bar
And this was a long time ago
Before she was pregnant with kids
Cause now she just looks like
Sensa with a wig why is Sensa with that pig?
She's a beaten ragged bitch
Either he's a masochist or a
Secret fan of dicks
I know she hasn't forgotten when
I was shagging her rotten
Now she don't have any options
Except for Anthony Cotton
So go back to Coronation Street before
I have to break your teeth
I wrote this shit last night
You've been dreaming of this day for weeks
You're a chip away from me
Only clowning on your weight
It's funny even with Deffinition you
Still look out of shape
Now is the mental picture
Chicks could climax to?
I mean England tried to drop a pound
Why can't you?
Go ahead and say something about my
Country that's never been said before
I didn't vote for Bush and
I marched against the war
Claim I'm ignorant then I
Caught you lying Sensa
Cause, I got a bachelor's degree
And I qualified for Mensa
My politics are progressive I'm
Not your typical American
Norwich is run by Torry so
I'm more liberal in comparison
I heard that every dude in Norwich
Gets a bit of an inheritance
For Sensa it was the remnants
Of his bitch's fizzled marriages
When I beat Rich with one flip
It drove this guy berserk
Cause to win you had to put
In ten times the work
So whether I win or I get jerked afterwards
He'll be like, "Soul Khan could you please
Sign my shirt?"
And y'all know this next line but I'ma
Flip it how y'all accustomed to
I'm Soul Khan you blood twat
Who the fuck are you!?

He said Anthony Cotton when he
Was rhyming to Sens'
Looks like you couldn't find a right cotton
Yamaka for the size of your head
Now me and Soul Khan's friendship
Really ain't too good
We can argue, shout, throw a few hooks
We'd really be at each other's throats
Wellyou would
See I could clothesline that little
Blob of a head from off of your head you're
So small if I stand back
And clock you again I
Feel like I'm looking down the
Opposite end of binocular lens
Now I've never tried to open the door
To see what being religious uncovers
But, I did feel like a blasphemer Jew when
I fucked your pig of a mother
I'll kidnap her
Put her through a test to see
If she has the faith
I'll tie her hands up then
Partially wrap her face, decapitate
And place a massive plate
Of garment steak under
Her nose and see if she salivates
He never had no mates
Bullies punched him leaving glass in his eyes
He was a debate team member
Where he'd argue for pride
When you look like that girlfriends
Are harder to find
See he's happy that now he bars all the time
Because he failed at every other
Part of his life
But he does have some music videos
So for research I tried watching them
One is him in a basement shouting
"Lick my nuts" "suck my dick"
With no chicks and lots of men
I mean come on Soul Khan you
Know your video's proper bent
When it's more of a sausage fest
Then this Don't Flop event let's not pretend
The fact is he follows Judaism
But a couple of things have
Really made me review it
I mean you have no long grey beard
And if you did you'd look stupid
Plus you'd never wear a Yamaka
I'll just say that he's Jewish
So fuck you for being glasses
To the battling scene
This motherfucker is as nerdy as you can be
Cause he carries the steez of
Woody Allen and Mr bean
And Ugly Betty is the shag of his dreams

He said my Yamaka quote unquote doesn't
Fit on top of my head
I blame you cause I bought it from
You at your job at Next
That big ass forehead could fill
A sky that's clear
People see it and are like
"Damn i ain't know they built an IMAX here"
I know you had a similar line
In your final doubles match
But, well fuck the next line
Your wife is fucking fat
Tenchoo called him a bigot he'll deny
It now that Khan is here
But, I think now I know where
Prince Harry got his Nazi gear
See, to me you're bottom tier
Or maybe just less good
You ride dicks of Yanks so much
I thought you were Tim Westwood
Try that 1812 shit you even come
And try approach my shore
I'll slit your throat then hang you
Up by your disconnected vocal cords
You work at Next yeah that's supposed
To be a clothing store
Then way in God's name do you
Always look so homeless for?
It's always dirty football jerseys
And jumpers for athletics
Knowing damn well you do
Nothing that's athletic
I guess you fucked up and got
A scag with bad credit
Shit I'm battling Fox next month
Me and wack rappers are magnetic
See everyday you try to aim and
Match my past and future methods
But, you sweat simply thinking of
My wrath and ruthless vengeance
If you plot yourself a course I'll
Reach that latitude in seconds
And I just showed I'm better spoken
In the language you invented
My resume's the best, we hardly adjacent
I respect respekt BA and Zest not
They garbage replacement
If I lived around here I'd roll
With Yardies that waste men
While he's in Soho chilling with
The batty's waist men
I'll dump your carcass in covered gardens and
Teach your harlot what rape is
Your boy got a Real Deal well now you
Gonna die trying to bargain with Satan
And you got Diz' too? Well that
Shit will just be priceless
We're gonna leave you lifeless for trying to
Intervene in the Middle Eastern Crisis
Y'all know I wear these glasses cause
My vision sense is damaged
But, I don't need a pair of
These for me to sense a sensa faggot

Yo fuck Soul Khan he's a
Guy who knows faggots he said I sweat
Look at the size of those patches
At school the nearest he came
To pussy was watching gymnastics
And even now Soul Khan makes the
In-Betweeners look like chick magnets
It's tragic, girl's say when he's in the bed
He's never been the best
He cum's quick they call him American Express
I'm betting that you stress
It don't take much for him getting a boner
He'd even eat his own mom's pussy
If someone said it was kosher
Now how we gonna believe you're
Taking over the globe Khan
When not a single record shop in
England has ever sold Khan
I saw you choked against PoRich where
You forgot your own bars
I can say I deserved to win
Against Rich whereas Soul can't
And when you choked in that battle
You failed the memory test
But, you still won I guess luck was
On your side like Professor's Green's neck
Now ask your ancestors
They know about 50 people being forced
To live in a house
Bomb threats, pinning 'em down
Armies rolling through unloading the
Clips and the rounds
Murdering entire villages and innocent towns
I'm talking about the Nazis, right?
Wrong! That's what HIS people are
Doing to Palestinians NOW!
So don't act like Jews are
The only victims around
That part of your persona
Has been ripped apart
I'm betting there's a picture of a dead
Palestinian on the back of your card
See he got played on Hot 97
Now he thinks he's becoming big
Against QP he said
"Who the fuck am I?!" like a stuck up prick
Well 97% of Hot 97
FM's listeners were thinking
"Who the fuck is this?!"
You want Conceited so bad you
Would suck his dick
That battle's never gonna happen
But, it's obvious
You're still on his fucking nuts bruv
I'll Pikachu
(peek at you) and blast toys, HAAAHN!
That's as close as you're gonna get
Now shut the fuck up
And I should've worn a Borat disguise
For when you battled me
So I could get away with saying
"Throw the Jew down the well
So my country can be free so
My country can be free" faggot

Now on Youtube I saw this wack little
Video of you angrily spitting flows
I couldn't tell if you were rapping
Or just passing a kidney stone
See I took over New York
With an incredible rap crew
While you were at home in
Norwich developing man boobs
Every day your wife gone and
Leaves this chump at home
He's on X-Box playing Black Ops
Until the sun is low
His children come in and ask for
Food in a hungry tone and he's like
"Shut up you little cunts I'm
In the fucking zone!"
Your complexion suggests you only go
Out on days in December
Forget death your album should be
Called "Faces Of Sensa"
It's apparent that your parents
Had a crazy agenda
It's look like they threw out the
Baby and raised a placenta
I went on your Facebook and I ain't
Seen you talking shit with your buddies
All I saw was you soliciting money
For my trip to your country
I paid for my trip up front
I ain't need your division to fund me
But Eur' knows I'm worth more than
Any bitch that confronts me
And Eur' remember when I asked you
For someone better at rhyming?
You said, "Sensa begged me for this match"
Right? With his feminine whining
So our football pads have protective pads
You call, you so dirt and mad that
Sensa also wears protective pads
They're called Tampax
Now per the stereotype you might talk
About how Soul is cheap
But, I just dropped a classic album
Y'all can download for free
Soulkhancom by the way
My songs move hearts and minds
While other dude's pretend ta
You're a rapper
Right? Where's your music sense a sensa?
See my shit's been on BBC, MTV more recently
If this city is a culture when they
Gonna leave the keys to me?
I ain't here to debate who's bars are fresher
My crew's co-signed by DJ
Premier and Large Professor
And I got fans like Royce Da 5'9"
You got fans like Troy the white guy
So I don't really care if
This shit gets proper views
Motherfuck a battle rap I am
More hip hop than you!

Now he's invented a special dance when you
Never need to reach your toes
It's just head, shoulders, knees and nose
Knees and nose but he wishes he could go
Cause his height has him feeling
Like an insignificant kid
You're like every Bad Boy rapper in the 90's
Cause you always wished you were Big
And upon seeing him
Calling him big headed seems
A little bit dumb
How the fuck would you make
Your glasses fit if your
Real head was half as big
As your egotistical one?
As soon as this has begun you can
Sense the arrogance of this Jewish guy
Cause he's full of himself
Like a cannibalistic suicide
The front page of his Bible readsand I quote
"Anne Frank's Diary"
The Jews evolution is clearly
Involved a size decrease
To help their hiding survival needs
The fraud of 9 11, oil a pride possession
The world wide recession
All reasons why the government of
The United States is hated
More reasons why Soul Khan's a
Piece of shit cause
The government of the United
States pay his wages
He's on internal affairs
Ensure all police procedures are legit
And I'll admit it must be hard to shit
When the officers in your precinct
Call you "Sargent Snitch"
And now you think you're down cause
You got some bars to spit
When he heard he was doing URL he
Was hoping he was coding Java script
Let me guess your motto is
"Make a mistake you gotta pay the price
Cause snitching ain't just a job
It's a way of life"
If the police paid him right your take
All the powder from the streets
Your intro music should be
"Whoop whoop that's the sound of the police
Whoop Whoop that's the sound of the police"
So New Yorker's are you on?
You're looking at the motherfucker who
Snitched on Hollow Da Don
And on the outside he looks like a mole
And you know that he is blind
So, it's ironic when he gets to work
He's the mole on the inside
That's it, I'm done talking to this bastard
The battle was only arranged
Three days ago but
Fuck you you're just warm up for Dizaster