Grind Time Now, Sahtyre, Dumbfoundead, Jaze Juce, Frankie Wapps - Frankie Wapps & Jaze Juce vs. Dumfoundead & Sahtyre lyrics

Yo that’s some outfit
I’m surprised you didn’t come here
In some Kung Lao shit
Or something fresh off the set of Kung Pow 6
Yo if there’s a secret dao to
Be the world’s gayest clown, dum found it
I’ll break this bastard’s spine
Let me ask you a question
If you smoke crack for highs how
The fuck do you satirize?
Eh probably something like this: ‘He’s wack
He’s gay i’m Wapps, he’s Jaze
I flow better now in ‘07 you guys fell off
The whole second round’
Goddamn, I hate this faggot
When he gets loud you can
Hear his Asian accent
Is it ‘cause you’re highly genetic?
I know you’re gay and comfortable with it
That makes you widely accepted
Ho, hold the phone
Is it the fucking chest cold or
The dense dro or did the
Fresh Coast just introduce us to
The first metro egg roll?
Ay uh, it’s good the see the fucking
Black Lance Bass showed up mad late with
The only Asian left in his fanbase
So you’re the one who likes
To take so much dick
In his damn waist when you
Try to stand straight, ya’ hands shake
So tell me this much, how does a man taste
Panface?

Settle down, settle down, ‘cause
This is gonna be, "awkward"
Get it, ‘cause he got served by Okwerdz
After he talked all that shit
It’s evident you did not practice
In the middle of that long-ass trip
I got a update that said ‘hey Juce got
His ass ripped’ that’s true
We had a hard time making it here man
I know you been battling for years
And while we were traveling here
Damn hold on hold on hold
On, I’m sorry, no no, we can’t do that
I’ma slap ya’ boo back
We came here a long trip 10
Hours and I can’t think straight
You fucking ingrates man I got six tapes
Played on the motherfucking boombox
And yes- ah fuck yo I hate battling queers
We’re the only real battlers here
Earlier you lost a battle
To a man that ain’t battled in years
I know people in high places
And I know y’all been
Checking out our Myspaces
Is it just me or does Jaze have
One of those ‘I just cried’ faces?
I be busting all day
Aw, is something wrong Jaze?
Over there wit’ your puppy dog face

So uh, relax for a second
So what do ya’ jump out of the Temple of Doom
All of a sudden you’re the
Boss now Short Round?
Bro why does your boy just
Have that hoarse sound?
Why, ‘cause you snort pounds?
Well when the Glock goes off dog
You won’t hear that soft sound ay Lush
Why you got me battling the fucking
Skinnies from Black Hawk Down?
Ayo fuck what you heard dog
Jaze is the juice
You’re gonna say shit to who?
‘Specially when your mother’s a
Fucking Craigslist masseuse
Fuck this wack gook’s writtens
It’s obvious in the hood he couldn’t last two
Minutes ‘cause what experience does he have
His latest Manchu visit's running
Through bamboo thickets?
Yo I’m banging the strip with dudes
I’d rather be slanging them whips and Rugers
It’s hopeless
He only came out to Oakland to try
Out for Hangin’ with Mr cooper
And you have nappy hair
You look like a half-black half-Spanish
Lesbian named Samantha Clare
These two emcees combined don’t
Equal half a pair
But don’t panic scare when I choke him ‘til
His head hurts and he’s gasping air
Your dad owns a store, he has Aspirin there
Although I highly doubt he’ll stand and stare
When I walk in that shit with gats and chairs
And make it a fucking fam affair
By murdering his favorite panda bear

Why is this man pretending?
So what if his mom’s a masseuse
You’re just mad ‘cause you couldn’t
Get a happy ending get the fuck over here
This motherfucker eating ravioli
With his grandpa Tony
And his hardest decision in life
Is spaghetti or mostaccioli
Y’all ain’t battle rappers
You’re soccer goalies i’ll stomp you homie
Frankie Wapps and Jaze Juce
Everybody’s been really welcoming but trust
Me we all hate you
We’ve hated you since the New York qualifiers
I wanna jack you for all your
Shit but you’re probably wired
So which one’s the one that
Sings "Great Balls of Fire"?
These motherfuckers look like, crooked cops
I’m just waiting for you to
Say ‘book ‘em Wapps’
If you guys are here who’s
Watching the butcher shop?
This motherfucker’s a stockbroker
He’s a cock-smoker i don’t know
You’re both wack but I think he’s a lot doper
I don’t even know why they took the rap route
You guys shoulda just stayed
In the frat house, bumping Smash Mouth
Drinking from the kegs ‘til you pass out man

Yo shut the fuck up dog
‘cause a bundle of crack is
Something ya’ sis needs she’s like ‘Wapps
Can I get a couple of hit's please,?’
I’m like ‘yeah sure
Depends if you like the taste of dick cheese’
But ah, for a quick squeeze
I’ll shoot a couple of jizz
Streams on the Swim Team
And then laugh at your paralysis
Like you was Chris Reeves
Yo and you know what else is fucking funny
This puss writes his lyrics
And when you can’t boil cats they
Have to cook mice and crickets
And you’re such a sheltered bitch you
Think that hood life’s a gimmick
Dog you wanna see me hook line and sinkered?
(yeah)
Your people got some good rice and chicken
But, you’re fucking skinny and
Yellow when you stand
Next to me it looks like I’m pissing
And I would like your writtens
But, I’m still a little offended
Your father’s footbinding women
Plus I rap the greatest bitch
You’re so skinny when you move your
Arms look like dangling paperclips
Someone tell this nerdy kid relax
Look at your fucking mug bro
You couldn’t get a Jersey bitch with that
Neither one of you’ll burn
Me with your tracks
Especially when New York been thought
Thirsty Fish is wack

Yo you guys battle awfully
That choreographed shit was cute
What is this, the Jabbawockeez?
Get the fuck outta here
Okay some of those bars were dope
Too bad you got the fucking personality
Of a bar of soap
I got fucking nuts the size of artichokes
But when I slam ‘em down yo’ momma’s throat
That bitch don’t even start to choke
You guys should tell us
How you guys got those
Parts in the Goodfellas
Stop rapping ‘cause you guys are
Not good fellas we live in the same state as
The Saurus they look jealous
Yeah you get that shit, nigga, I am all heat
How do you rap acapella
And still sound off-beat?
I’ma chop your ass up like raw meat
You’re not from Yonkers
You’re from a small street called Wall Street
Man Frankie Wapps has a bumper sticker
That says ‘Thank You Cops’
Yeah, and if you guys are the
Representatives I know Yonkers is corny
Y’all are the type to wear a t-shirt
That says ‘honk if you’re horny’
Jazie Juce, is Frankie’s boo
And they both got each other’s name stitched
On the back of daisy dukes
Nigga this is Oakland, they get stupid
Y’all niggas still tryna raise the roof

Y’all ain’t from Strong Beach
Y’all know what’s happening in Frisco
‘Cause you move like a faggot
With your wrist bro
Shut the fuck up, you a manager at Quiznos
I know what is, y’all get
Up with your Swim Team
Start packing in the shitload bumping
Panic! at the Disco
Stop acting hard fam the only thing
You strapping is a dildo
And your fucking cause is lost
I’ll burn you to death and
Then scorch your corpse
How you got me battling the Asian
Stuntman who runs through Okwerdz’ thoughts?
Ayo dog
You fucking OD’ing when you gulp semen
You get your dome beat in
You’ll feel like it’s for no reason
But it’s ‘cause in the WRC’s you
Got cheap wins the whole season
Ayo I’m white and proud
You didn’t like being Asian when I gave
Your girl vagina pounds in Chinatown
An excuse for cheating and leaving:
‘cause my eyes are round
I could do what I do, and battle sober
Or be like you and be a
Passive stoner who chills in a
Shabby Rover and does slabs of
Coca and grams of doja
Yo I don’t know why you’re addicted to what
You’re chasing fam but the past is over
If you don’t stop nose-blasting coca
You’re gonna fall to the
Ground develop a massive
Ulcer your nostrils will flash and smolder
And you’ll die after three years
In a fucking tragic coma
I know your nose is probably feeling the burn
But me and Juce say shit
Like this ‘cause dogs
We’re really concerned

I don’t know what you’re telling me
‘Cause this is a freestyle battle
Not a spelling bee i don’t know what the
Hell you’re going through
You know it’s true that you’re wack
And you came all the way to Cali
Just to go 0 and 2
I’m fucking smashing these faggots
They’re better at school
I’m better at rapping
I knew they would come with
A excellent accent but I
Woulda expected ‘em to
Have lettermen’s jackets
Pardon me Juce, weren’t you in Varsity Blues?
Y’all look like the
Motherfucking Blues Brothers
Y’all look like Jew brothers
Y’all look like two plumbers
Y’all look like moose hunters
Y’all been stalking The Saurus
For two summers
That motherfucker now needs to
Get a new number
His favorite vegetable is a cucumber
Ay Rogaine could do wonders we got
Mr woodcock and the guy who teaches woodshop
Rapping is what you should stop
Ay your music is weak
The two oldest motherfuckers in the theater
For High School Musical 3