Grind Time Now, ATM, Carter Deems, Dirtbag Dan, Soul Khan - Soul Khan & Dirtbag Dan vs ATM & Carter Deems lyrics

This faggot's favorite action picture
Is one that he made in his room
With his Star Wars action figures

Soul's the type of guy that
Hit's up a metro hotel
Then go shopping at a retro clothes sale
His weekend goal is to brain Plex Rock's
Hair then paint Fresco's toe nails

Dirt loves cars and that's a
Best known told tale
But what I bet most you didn't know is
That his favorite ride is
A Freshcoast coattail

Dan has the type of face that
Could scare away a hitchhiker
You hick rhymer
Looks like Rick Steiner has been listening
To too much Big Tymers

Is this a big sea fish diver
Who thinks he can spit fire?
Or the notorious big spider who proved
Cali judges are dick riders?
You look like an angry
Pirate screaming "Fuck it, i sunk my ship"
And you look like Rick Moranis in Honey
I Shrunk My Dick

We're burning down everything
Fire, gasoline, torches

Flamethrowers, lighters, bonfires, menorahs
His girl wanted a ring

But Soul couldn't afford it

That blows

Fat Beats clothes

Now he can't pay his mortgage

We're destroying everyone

Christians

Jews

The Mormons

His chick gets banged everywhere

Your house

My couch

The backseat of my Taurus

Y'all robbed everyone

Jack Shitt

Nocan

Tiger Ty

PoRich y'all bite everybody

Lil' Krev

Pariah

Chuck Norris

On some real shit aTM and Carter Deems
The Special Olympics has smarter teams
Pairs figure skating has harder teams
Than ATM and Carter Deems i mean
Going through life retarded must've
Presented some mild challenges
I half expected y'all to introduce
Yourselves by saying Wild Stallions!

See when they first arranged this match
Up I thought "Something ain't kosher"
Cause three hundred years ago y'all
Would be slave owners
Y'all descendants from oppressors but now
That that reigns over
You try to be down like "yeah brother
I love grape soda"

This motherfucker looks like any
Junkie on a track how does it feel to have
A monkey on your back
That has a monkey on it's back
Truth is, ain't nothing funny about you
And how the fuck are you an ATM
When ain't nothing money about you

If y'all wanna fight prepare for
The loss of a limb my dreidel game is fatal
Your top's gonna spin
We motherfucking grizzly bears
These salmon trying to box with they fins
One punch will leave these southern
Belles Gone With The Wind

And frankly you queers, I don't give a damn
If he's in the building
Pills are getting popped
Aye T, what's the M stand for? Mush
This motherfucker looks lost or at least
One of his eyes is y'all must've made loot
From Perverted Justice
With them little boy disguises

Now ATM, you got a hundred yard stare like
The path to God's tear
With the face of John Mayer but
You drive a John Deere
And it ain't very often that I
Get to place the race card
But y'all dream of keeping blacks under
Your thumb like a space bar
And now I wanna beat the
Shit outta Real Deal's son

Man, Soul Khan
You really spit some sick lines
That John Mayer thing would've been dope if
It wasn't already said six times

I know we're the underdogs tonight still
We're gonna put up a fight
I'll put Soul in a box

Wait, no you won't

Yeah, you're right

These two faggots are still getting beat bad
So I'll put Dirt in a bag cheap swag

And Khan likes to skateboard
Without knee pads
Get injured than eat scabs to help compensate
That you grew up with three dads

Aye, didn't you get the memo?
No one wants to see a
Red neck rapping and dancing
Sarcasm will only get you so far Dan
I'm actually handsome
You remind me of two guys named Charlie

Chaplin and Manson

Aye Dirt, when you're old, fat and balding
I guarantee you'll look exactly
Like Captain Spaulding

You can find Dan on the weekend
Double fisting two Pabst beers
And Soul's outrageous voice is proof
That Jews act weird

Wait, hold up, that's not fair
You can't do that here
That nose just whispered some
Lines into that beard

Aye, stop dissing me
This is rewriting history and
We're the author's choice
And you look like Arthur The Aardvark if
He was born with Bea Arthur's voice

I think it's about time these
Two sick fucks give up
Cause you met your maker, me, Mr big Nuts
Didn't think it would happen but you're
Getting ripped up 'gainst us
And tomorrow after y'all get murdered
By Mac and Madness

Then what? Is he gonna go out to his pick
Up and have his wrists cut?

While I fist pump your six sluts

And pray out to God about
All the people he robbed
And die alone in his big truck

Look, this is a novelty act
There's a billion others that
Act just like them rap just like them
You look like Buddy Holly
I hope you die in a plane crash just like him

I do too, I do too

I said growing up retarded might
Present some mild challenges
You stupid fuckers
You rep Buddy Holly and didn't
Say Ritchie Valenz? Shit

Way to go Carter, you're an amazing go-karter
But the only place you really need
To race is your own barber
Honestly, your teeth look like
The keys an accordion and let me ask
Does that haircut come with
Keys to a Delorean?

And this muhfucka said if he had
A grand he'd be like, "Let's go sniff"
That shirt is on some Fresco shit
News flash, it just don't fit word man
And this muhfucka is a Disturbed fan
He shoots crack in the distance
Except he got down with the syndrome before
He ever got Down With The Sickness

You know it's kinda fucked up
When I listen to Carter
Cause, I hear his style but I can't
Tell which of us is the father
Y'all trying to blow up
Like Palestinian martyrs
I'd tell you to go back to the drawing boards
But ATM would just start sniffing the markers

This morning when he got in front
Of the mirror he said
"I want my hair to look like Akira"
So I was like
"I just wanna let you know when I
Seen you stumbling drunk down the
Hallway I wanted to scream, "Tetsuo!"
And this motherfucker is not religious
Y'all don't have to believe
But, I still think it's Adam and
Eve not Adam and Deems
And then ATM comes in and kills it like this:

Alright here we go
"You look likea dick wizard got
Hit witha dick wizard
And it fellinto a dick wizard
And I know that's not a real thing
But my face just lostfeeling"

I wanna see Carter Deems
Show me Carter Deems

Alright, alright hold on, hold on, hold on
"Yo these long gnomes lost those
Pointy hats of theirs
And he's a rabbi and he's Jesus
But they don't have a prayer"
Why you spazzing out like this
Faggot coming out of withdrawal?
I expected more from a child
That came outta my balls

And then Real Deal's kid is gonna
Beat the shit outta you!

I'll hit Dirt with a jab, he's leaning
I'll leave Dirt full of scabs, he's bleeding
I'll let Dirt get a win, keep dreaming
I'll put Dirt in a bag spring cleaning

And Dirt I know your face is itching
One slap and I'd murder the fleas but
Then I'd ruin Soul's favorite meal
A fur burger

With cheese
And this motherfucker has a SONS fetish
When most of them wouldn't have to
Try hard to beat you
I hope Fox punches your knees
Con headbutts your nuts
And Heartless eats you

And Brownbag Allstars are more awkward
Than your mom's sweaty hands
In fact your rap crew is just a
Wack Jew and some Tom Petty fans

Your facial hair is sloppy silly bastard
You should trim them
If this isn't Hillbilly Jim then
Macho Man fucked up his teeth trying
To snap into a Slim Jim

Excuse me sir
Your basic humor serves as a complacent tumor
Placed on the face of this outrageous loser
Face it Bueller
Grown men shouldn't cruise around
In a Razor scooter
Your beard smells like plagues and sewers
You should really get that
Shit spayed and neutered

We're pros

You're amateurs

You choke

In Canada

And your face is the number
One cause of broken cameras

Wearing Tapout shirts doesn't make
You Kimbo Slice
It's time to go back to Ben Folds Five
Look up the PoRich battle if you
Wanna watch this shrimp folds live

And you know what Soul? Your nose does
Things you never even thought about
Late night
Hoping out sneaking over to Topper's house

Going to eat at the Waffle
House ordering large amounts
Until your nostrils are forced to barf it out

That nose goes to a club just
So it can Walk It Out
And it does a lot of embarrassing shit
It doesn't even wanna talk about

Hey, doesn't your nose work at a Target now?
It plays in a terrible group
That makes awkward sounds

I don't think that's true
I think that nose just gets drunk and
Commit's a lot of party fouls
And sniffs so much that it
Once tried a Sharpie out

Doesn't that nose listen to
A lot of Slaughterhouse?

No I think his nose is more into Modest Mouse

Well at least we're being honest now

Yo, when he's doing this shit
He thinks he's rocking the place
You're getting exercise at least cause
You're fucking jogging in place
I don't have much left
I guess I could just call you a bitch
See, this is why I have Soul
Khan write all of this shit

I see ATM's face and dude's
Hope the ship just sank
What can an ATM offer me? Jews own the banks
Your chick never dick tease me
That chick is just sleazy
The fattest hooker in New Orleans
Now that's what I call a Big Easy

Yo, he get a lil' lean, think he a bit wheesy
Coughing, smoking weed, think he a bit Weezy
Your shit's cheesy and your face greasy
I can't leave your moms alone
The bitch needs me

Honestly fellas, you are such fucking fags
You would eat a bag of dicks
Then eat the fucking bag
Everyone in the crowd is wondering
Why they should even try
This is basically a bye
Cause basically you're bi

Basically you're getting fucked up
It is a waste of a try
This guy is the real life Towlie
"Wanna get high?"
And this muhfucker over here wanna get fly
And he keep looking at me with that
Camera he got called a lazy eye

Y'all gonna win this whole shit if
The judges vote for you
Cause soon as they saw you were faces
Us I promised nobody wrote for you
Cause we ain't got an equal flow
I'll be skeeting on your hoe
Saying "Let my people go!"

And then Real Deal's gonna eeeeerrhhh!