Grind Time Now, Fresco, Soul Khan - Soul Khan vs. Fresco lyrics

You got respect, but you will not get more
Matter o' fact you such a faggot
You belong next door
All you gonna have is lines about
Fashion and some gay shit
Your faggotry is blatant
He's not even nervous right now
But he's still imagining me naked
Stop pretending you and Dirtbag
Are just casually acquainted
You've got so many of his kids inside
Your stomach that you're practically related
Tonight you up here looking
Like a fanatical rapist
Because of the childhood photo shoot
You had in the basement
I know it probably fucked
Up your family arrangements
When your parents made you decide
Which Dad was your favorite
That's why I've seen you
On Family Double Dare
But his family wasn't there
He was a giant nose
The kids grabbed the flags that's up in there
Stop thinking about how small
Your stepdad's balls are fuck you
And the rest of the Red Rag Allstars!
See, my whole family been Wops since
We jumped in the boat
Make a line about that
You'll get punched in the throat!
So I think that Soul
Khan needs another approach
If GrindTime was Voltron
I'd be the nuts and the bolts

It's weird hearing you calling me a faggot
But, you can call me what you like
But, you calling me a faggot is
Like me calling you a kike
I was trying to battle Sahtyre
But he was fucking scared
Now I gotta body bag the
Bitch that does his hair
This Guido's down low lifestyle is depressing
I can tell he tosses salads just
By how this Italian's dressing
You told Illusion-Z you never
Fought with a guy
That's cause every time you tried
You got lost in his eyes
Truthfully I'm not impressed
Your music is an awful mess
He only came to battle cause he
Heard it'd be a sausage fest
Pause it just a second cause I think
Y'all thought I lost a sec
You think this gonna launch your rep? No
You getting stoned to death!
See, I got groupies that wanna see
How long my condom's stretched
You got groupies
But they go by names like Tom and Jeff
I was lying when we got along
You dying in this octagon
You are such a fucking homo
You shoulda come here with a closet on
Your division's top tier's a posse
Of your white friends
Real Deal's the quarterback
But, you call him your tight end
When y'all first met he was like
"Yo my name is Real Deal
From the land of the steel mills"
And you said:
"Sshhh - You had me at Real Deal"
You wish you and your lover Trevor
Could spend the summer together
No wonder "Fresco" and "faggot" have
The same number of letters

So I'm finally in NY, Poison Pen is the dude
I wanted a Smack rapper last minute
But this was the best we could do
When I grab the Glock, your Dad gets shot
And your Moms gets pregnant
When the Magnum pop my accuracy the best
But, I don't have to be correct
I got newsstand clips grab
Magazines and press
If I'd have to squeeze the Tech
It'll rapidly eject
To take the soul outta Soul
And make him astrally project
Now I ain't on that gun clap tip
But, I love that shit
And I'm pretty sure a couple
O' people dug that shit
You talked to one bitch in your life
And got stuck in the friend spot
Bitch looked like a fat version
Of Wilma from Bedrock
Had a bright-ass head of hair
I was callin' her Red Top
Coochie looked like she got a clown's
Head in a leg lock
You're the only one more outta place
Than me in this sorta hood
This motherfucker probably gets morning wood
At Dick's Sporting Goods

I analyzed your tracks and gave
Your vocals a listen
No pun intended but essentially your
Soul is just missing
You're the reason that this culture's
In it's lowest condition
He thought "Immortal Technique" was
A Yoga position
You were relevant on the scene
'til I came on it
That's why your biggest battle's a 2 on
2 with my name on it
Why is this fairy making all them scary faces
You make Larry David look like Larry Davis
See you ain't ready for what happens
When you confront a man
So let me put this in
Terms that you can understand
Hey hey hey your crew gonna wanna leave you
Hey hey hey cause you just lost to a Hebrew
See here's the thing
I did that even though Drake's
Whack and his flow sucks
Just to prove unlike you I
Could actually blow up
But even if the penis wasn't his first choice
How you going to get girls moist
When you got Big Bird's voice
He be like: "I'll leave
All your bones broken
You're gonna need a ramp
I'll lick your chick and leave her damp
Like adhesive on a stamp"
You wanna be the best? You
Wanna be the champ?
Well you just got burned like
My people at the camps!

Now let me tell you why I dress like this
I just wanna be the ladies'
Man like Jesse Katsopolis
But, I have been way
Too busy protecting Metropolis
I don't see why people online
Are always giving you compliments
When you overcompensate for lack
Of genuine confidence
See, I see you on Twitter
Shit talking and making comments
But, you're softer than making omelettes
With Jonathan Taylor Thomas
You need to check your head size buddy
This next line's funny
I'm only here cause I wanna
Win Ben Stein's money
You're gon' be real pissed, mo'fucker
When you hear my verse
Stop rapping and explaining me
How Clear Eyes works
Now Jew jokes aside? Shit! I
Said I wouldn't say nothing
But, you're such a small bitch
I had to say something
If this was Auschwitz
And they'd seen you're face coming
Hitler'd have hit the On-switch on
His Easy Bake Oven
Or let the gas chamber close
'til the floor got moist
How'd you get the Black Ranger's
Nose in Zordon's voice? And if I smack him
It'll knock your fucking eyes
Out of your skull he said "Yoga", but I
Don't even fucking Mind, body and Soul!

When I exposed Amazing Crack in
That hot pink Tee fresco was like: "Damn
That is a hot pink Tee!"
At your sonogram your momma
Asks: "What's your sex?"
The doctor was like: "Huh? I'll
Have to run more tests"
Calling you a man is pretty tough to consider
Bitch, your Y-chromosome is
Covered in glitter!
I bet you'd doggy paddle through
A river of skeet just to live for a week
Down on Christopher Street
Fuck a rhyme scheme though
That is so disgusting
You wouldn't fathom the pussy
That Soul been crushing i'm from the home of
Eses and pornstars fucking
You're from Rockford, Illinois
The home of nothing now am I that twisted or
Is that Kid Twist's kid?
You've never been in a fist fight
But, you have been fisted
He has this sickness I doubt they can fix
He dreams about living in a
House made of dicks heres a fucking fact you
Ain't allowed to debate
You didn't fuck with rap until 2008
I'm only 25 so I can't blame your age
You didn't do the knowledge you
Just jocked the lastest craze
Getting schooled is hard when you
Can't get brain for grades
If I pulled your card it would
Be the Ace of AIDS!