Grind Time Now, Dirtbag Dan, Soul Khan - Soul Khan vs. Dirtbag Dan lyrics

Now he got the better beard
That won't crush my pride
Cause his woman always hit's me
Up for mustache rides
Now I let her sit on my face
But the thought unnerves me
'Cause, I heard she just got
Herpes from Jeff Foxworthy
Now you're Mexican which most
People don't really acknowledge
Except the drivers of the cars
That you squeegee and polish
Well here's something that'll leave
Him feeling demolished he a one minute man
Chicks call him "Speedy Gonzales"
Now, the idea of you ever claiming La Raza
Is like Matisyahu saying he's Rasta
Lord have mercy
Now, y'all don't wanna see me
Getting violent on this pussy
Looking like he just tossed a


Salad of a Wookie
Hold on, front like you ain't offended
We know it tortures ya
But no one's forcing ya to
Look like a homeless sorcerer
Now, whether Hispanic or cracker
I just abracadabra'd yo' wackiest rapper
Into a shaggy cadaver
And Dan don't even mind if I
Put him in a fucking urn
As long as I bury him
With his favorite butter churn

You see, I like you Khan
I feel like the two of us are friends
But right now it's passion of the
Christ 2: Jesus Gets Revenge
What are Jew gonna do?
And on that topic I got a couple questions
Like, how do you get gifts for eight
Days and still ain't got no presence
Presents? How could you live
Never knowing how good bacon
Wrapped steak taste?
And how do you feel about rolling into
An IRA at the current 401K rate?
You'll get that later
Now I used to date this Jewish chick
Who liked to polish the tip
Gave her the option mostly
She could either swallow or spit
Now she always chose the latter and I
Figured you'd know since you're a fairy
Does taking a load in the mouth really
Count as mixing meat with your dairy?
I KNEW that bitch was lying to me aww shit
You need to chill out
We still doubt any real clout
Plus you look like Milhouse, filled out
With his beard filled out

He talked about Hanukkah that's
A festival of lights
His chick gives me eight presents
She sucked a testicle a night
Now, motherfuckers count my quotes say
I'm sick as Ebola
You hang with mountain goats
While you singing, "Ricola!"
He's a deep throater, I make this he
She stop
It ain't hard for Weapon X to kill ZZ Top
When if that CD flops
He'll get charged with reckless anger
And drop a thug record
Crip Walker: Texas Ranger
And all his barnyard animals
Are weary and displease, d
Cause to you, Swine Flu is a venereal disease
Yo, and you from the home of Google
No one cares you goofy bastard
I'm from the Valley, home of porno
The only reason Google matters
And in your battle with Illusion
There wasn't a clear winner
You ain't really beat him
He lost to your beard trimmer
Homie face the simple fact that when
You lack a fitted cap
You'se a dead ringer for the
Head singer of Nickleback
He never made it as a Dirtbag!

Are Jew serious? Jew gotta be kidding me
All you eat is Jujubees
You favorite X-Men is Jubilee
You're into Juicy Juice
Juicy Fruit and diamond jewelry
I'm winning this battle so there ain't
No way you're Jewing me
Now that I got the Jew jokes out of my system
It's time to focus on this bitch and
How he got to his position
Now if it's not clear why
Soul Khan is top tier
Is cause he battles folks on the
East coast and not here
Use your common sense
I can win with compliments, like
"It must be nice smelling food
Cooked on different continents"
Or Soul's got the skill to nerd out for real
Telling women, "I won't fuck ya
But, I'll build a robot that will"

Now if you ever blow up
How anybody gon' be seeing ya?
Ain't you heard? Jews run the media
Cause whatever he puts his
Tracks on I'm like
"Damn it turn that trash off"
Whenever they put my wax on
Daniel son wacks off
We both anglo saxon but truly different kinds
This man puts his slacks on one
Coochie lip at a time
Yo, I even got the chance to
See him rock a live show
Everybody told me Dan had that bonified flow
But as he touched the stage
I was disgusted and amazed
When he started line dancing
To Cotton Eyed Joe
Then he said I could stay at
His place, I was like, "Dawg
That's too fresh"
He said he was living large like 2Mex
But then the truth hit me
Like a hardcore suplex
This motherfucker brought to
A cardboard duplex
Yo, I'm a Cali native graduated
From North Hollywood High
He think he a San Jose Shark
Just cause he swallowed some guys
Ain't no way to match my verse
Soon as I get started
And to make matters worse Dani just farted

That was a gay display
I should sock you in the face
Instead, I think I'll do you
Like Ok' did Jace tiny face
You ain't got no Soul, Khan
I will leave you on the
Ground underneath my soles Khan
I bet your boyfriend abuses you
Wearing leather your crew's a Rubix Cube
Just a bunch of squares together
You got a Battlestar Galactica box set
And rock sets dressed like a bunch
Of Storm Troopers and Boba Fett
Picture this, what Khan calls "marital bliss"
Is a Star Wars wedding hosted by MC Chris
Him and his mans say "mazel tov"
Stomp the glass
Watching matching movie quality
Chewbacca masks
What you acting like a herb for?
You know your music is "nerdcore"
Which is the same reason you're dirt poor
Really? Fucking with Dan is a mistake
You missed a patch on your face
That's a fucked up shave

Yo, now will overtime help
This bastard here survive?
Nah, I got it covered like
The wagon that he drives
The way he spit's makes me think
This marks a fan of dying
Cause the bars that Dan supplying
Is hard as dandelions
He used to paint his nail black
To pick up suicide girls
Now he's fucking with me?
That's just suicide girl
I seen your crew's indie film
It should've stayed on the shelf
But this battle is like your movie
You just playing yourself
And I'd talk more about your heritage
But, I have to restrict it
Cause the debate on immigration
Has little Daniel conflicted
His Mexican side is like saying, "Hey
We just trying to push our crops"
While his white side screaming
"They took our jobs!"
Yo, that's a mighty thick beard
He get it from his mama
If Thunder Hut was Wu Tang
You'd be Cappadonna
And if anybody thinks this match
Doesn't feel fair now just wait til I leave
Lieutenant Dan wheelchair bound

I can't believe
You little internet fucks think I'm weird
Your beard has autographed posters
Of my beard
Every single hair on your ugly beard prays
That it dies and comes back to
Life growing on my face
This is a testiment to manliness
That's some baby shit
I use a buck knife to shave
He uses a lady Bic i bet it's pink too
You look like you dipped your
Face in glue and went
Down on a bunch of hairy dudes you fairy Jew
Look, your boy Dan ain't a burly guy
But in a fistfight you'd surely die
I'm just curious why you ain't got a top
Hat and sideburns like a curly fry
And everyone in Oakland knows my
Flows will leave you comatose
You could walk into a brick wall ass naked
With a boner and get a broken nose