Grind Time Now, 360, Rone - Rone vs 360 lyrics

When I first met Rone
He was wearing a gay top hat i said
"First things first fuckheadtake off that"
On his iPhone, this faggot got a gay porn app
Your mate called Matt rang
He wants his baseball hat
And his skateboard back
He's the type to crack at
A DJ playing Akon tracks
Get in his face like
"Motherfucker where's the Asop at?
You sound lame on tracks
I doubt that Grind Time are paying you
When I was back home
Doing drive-bys on kangaroos
This motherfucker was doing high
5's to skater dudes
The first song he made was
"I'm Black With Pride"
The second song he made was called
"In Fact I'm White" he listens to Jurassic 5
Watches re-runs of Drake on Degrassi High
And puts his fists in the
Air and screams "Rap's alive!"
You on some 120 shit bitch
You ain't even half of me
He's such a fucking pussy he makes
Carter Deems look like Charlie Sheen
Time cunt!

Yo, the bulk of the dirt that
I got on your country
Was after watching 10 minutes
Of Crocodile Dundee
But Lush said I should get
Pumped for the occasion cause
You're like your country's smartest non Asian
Yo, it's a novelty still but
With all of my skill
If you thinking I'm gon' say some dumb shit
Like Steve Irwin or Keith
Urbani probably will
Yo, so fuck if it's well written
You gon' need well wishes
This is gon' get ugly as
Mel Gibson's self image
Yo, I'll call your girl a
Beast with a yeast infection
You'll still call her "Clementine"
You get her thighs, spread 'em wide
I bet it smell like Vegemite
You wanna go with the girl
Games well sucker let's spar
I got her phone number and hit the text hard
For my next charge, someone get Ken Starr
Send her a picture with my dick
In my hand like Brett Favre
And i'm american as shit!
I'm Honest Abe mixed with Johnny Wayne
Mixed with John McCain
Mixed with John Mcclane
So fuck your standards for quality
Fuck your cultural oddities
Fuck your boomerangs, your
Fosters, your koalas, your wallabies
I'm the coroners for foreigners
You're sewn up for Hell
So welcome to Americago fuck yourself

I can't believe that any of these
Dudes thought I'd never defeat you
You've got the build of a heroin needle
And the face of a lesbian eagle
So your best friend is a seagull
And you're acting all mean
Homie you're not clapping at fiends
You fucking flapping them wings
I bet The Eagles are his favorite band
You vers' Kid Caustic look like two
Emu's doing the mating dance
If I was there I'd stand up and be like
"Fuck Rone"
Pulled out my boomerang and killed
Two birds with one stone
Yo, if I lived at his stupid
House I'd crack his jaw
Because he keeps making
Rooster sounds everyday at the crack of dawn
I bet when he first heard of
A team called the Atlanta Hawks
Is the only reason this faggot
Is a fan of sports
So I understand why you standing
There looking all chirpy son
It ain't cause you're happy it's cause you
Look like a bird you cunt
And with that blue head standing there
Acting like it's all good
But whenever you get angry
Motherfucker everyone gets awkward time

Maybe cause I'm at my peak
Or your twisted family tree
They call you "Uncle 60" but
You're looking like an aunt ant to me
And I give a shit less if this bitch is 6'10"
Hands swinging across your face like Big Ben
Plus my gun talk dirty as a fucking pig pen
I hit a homer with your Barbie
And let the Cal' rip Ken
If I had to get you, really grab a pistol
It's that Magnum issue to blast a missile
With that long magazine like
The fall fashion issue
Yo, but you got Internet goons that
Would ride in a millisec'
Cause you're the Internet nerd that made
It out of the Internet
You even went Go Karting
Then went in an accident and
Got your scrotum ripped
I don't have a punchline I just
Thought America should know of this
Yo, it's not so smart to Go
Kart but don't be startled
You're not going crazy
But you almost lost your marbles
So, you an action sports dork
Or yet it would seem
Letting off steam by yelling extreme
Mountain Dews, mounting dudes
Your bros got mohawks
Think hardcore is an art form
Of fist pumps and sick jumps
Like rock climbing and hang gliding and
Zip lining and cliff diving
And aa-a ah, a lot of this
A lot of that's going on

Yo, your dress code is shit
You need some men's clothes that fit
You gay as fuck whenever you say a
Punchline you bend both your wrists
And I bet Rone gets pissed when
People say he's metro or bitch
But what else can you say when you make
Fresco and Twist look hetero as shit?
And on the net he says dumb shit
Like, "I'm just hanging with a
Bunch of black friends"
But when you know him in real life
You realize he doesn't have them
Faggot, you crew up in the country
With your cousins and pets
And when you wanna go camping you
Just jump the back fence
Ayo, fuck Rone's life
Yo, this cunt's so white that
His mom's Snow White
He's never been outdoors but
He's had sunstroke twice
And he acts like he's black
But fuck knows why bitch cracker
You probably get skin cancer
From one strobe light
I can see your aurai can feel it
It's white as fuck! I'd tell him to get some
Thicker skin but it's
Literally impossible for this faggot
To lighten up time cunt

Honestly yo, 360 yo
Your whole shit doesn't bother me
And I've been meaning to thank your accent
For all the vagina it's gotten me
Shit, my friend's little sister even
Thinks that you're hot
That little bitch is a dyke though
Addicted to twat!
Yo evolution is getting twisted so what
Kind of man is this?
Bitch you look like Ke$ha
With Chelsea Handler's dick
So if I should be so lucky
As to have myself a gringo
I'll raise my child right and have
My baby eat your dingo
Lake monster, giraffe, motherfucking flamingo
You the vanilla Denzel I'm
The vanilla Mandingo
Yo, and your junky's swags heavy
With that wine house flavor
Making Caddy's behavior look like
Tammy Faye Bakers
This skeezer never has a condom
But he always has an answer
Like, "I've got a rubber band
And a Milky Way wrapper"
Yo, with no letters
'60's finished minus his flimsy gimmicks
I think I see BS
CBS like I'm watching 60 Minutes
So I'll go dininin on in
A matter of 60 seconds
'Til your dinner is gone then
I'll eat 60's seconds
Yo, I stay focused and blessed
I'll open your chest
And a flood hit's your home while
We hope for the best
Now your empathy lies with
The homeless and dead
Cause you know what it's like to
Be in over your head