URLtv, Real Deal - Sno vs. Real Deal lyrics

I'm mad there's anything in common even
Linking me with this bum
So this gon' be ugly
Won't a soul in the venue think
That he got this one matter of fact
When you go on Smack's website and click
The link on who you think won
He gon' look bad on them poles
Like Pinky in the strip club
We are nothing alike
We two different kinds of whites
Let's see if y'all catch or not
I'm raw, uncut, you get stepped on a lot
This is unshaved cocoa vers' baking
Soda, different way we rock, sno
I got Direct TV
He has cable don't be this Rob Lowe
But real shit, I got bars here's a peek son
Sun rays
Raise something that'll melt Sno (w) cap
He gon' say
"You're a white school teacher so
Nobody felt those raps"
Don't judge a book by it's cover
I'm Billy Joya with them knee
Highs and Velcro snaps
This is Larry Bird's three rings vs
A Jason William's elbow pass
I'm more respected in your state and
That's something that's eat you
Yeah you battled in the D too
But that shit was D2
I broke barriers down on Smack, pay homage
You need to
Khan and Solomon preview, I translated Hebrew
When Khan retired, Iron lost
Who was there to place our bets!?
I battled Magic
I was there to save our reps! UFF, BET
Me! You wasn't even on the radar yet
I laid the blueprint first like KRS!
So are you Andy LaRocksta or Andy the Rasta?
You're just Andy
The most confused man on the roster!
You gon' snap like Bruce Banner? You
Are more like Bruce Jenner is a tall, white
Long haired pussy confused about
What his gender is as far as marketing goes
50 Cent had a better pitch
Oh, I don't mean signing with 'Em and shit
I mean, Mets game
First throw: 50 Cent had a better pitch!
Get a grip, long hair
Shades, Jamaican tanks, designer jeans
Your whole image is like a
Sewn-together Frankenstein of Queens
It's the same shit every battle
"I fucked your bitch" when this
Dude is dropping bars
Then he reaches in the sky
Shit looks like he's doing a shopping cart
He be like
"Let's see if she get sentimental holmes
And she'll get sent in mental home
Like when I got sent in mental homes!"
How the fuck are you 100% white
And rap with a Mexican accent?
How are you 100% white, and say the N-word
And never been checked by your black friends?
Well, that's because you got an
Old Huxtable-ass fuckboy chump-ass clique
Old- I mean it's 2015, dawg- man
Fuck that SHIT!
The black people you know are
On that Seahawks-on-the-1-ass shit
'Cause they let you pass
My homie would be like
"Run that shit!" and you
Would just get lynched!
Smack cuts Real Deal off

I said
Your most viewed battle is that T Top rape
Your career is built off people choking
Even Saga tell you he got saved
UFF season 2 he won it and he got praise
Like Calicoe when he got maced
You are a Rastafarian redneck who looks
Like he has southern pride
Your whole family is ugly
There's nothing pretty about your countryside
Let me guess, family reunions
At cousin Merle's
Some uncle Earl and somebody named Bubba
Right?
Twizz said he putting out a trailer for this
And you asked if it was double-wide!
Real shit
I didn't know family's could look so ugly
Until I saw Facebook pics of yours
Why does your oldest son look
Like he sounds like
"Pah said ain't no catching crawfish down
By the creek no more"
And real shit, you wear sunglasses indoors
Either 'cause you're one of those guys
Or you wear sunglasses indoors
Because you're so high
6'4", 140, something strange, bro
If it looks like a duck
And walks like a duck
It's a junkie named Sno!
I said with your gangling frame
You look like you
Take more than the Lord's name in vain vein
I should put hands 'round your
Neck like Flava Flav you ain't out pushing
You in couch cushions trying
To scrape for change let him in your crib
Something bound to come up
Missing like putting
David Blaine on a Malaysian plane
I said, you fucking pill-popper
I'm in presidential suites
You can't even get your name on a bill
You heard Obama had a Cabinet
You tried to raid it for pills
You've been through tons of
Scripts but ain't a
Single play that we seen you in
You have cut in more lines
Than a famous comedian
When it comes to pills, andrew buying 'em
Ain't a center for the Lakers I'm seeing
When I say someone spent years on the Vic's
It isn't Adrian Peterson
Now, real shit, when you
Put this card together
Some of these rookies are a problem
And, for a New York minute, Sno
You looked like you was popping
But it was like Toy Story: Andy
Get a buzz, we think
"Would he be forgotten?"
You're a flash in the same pan
You cooked your fucking rock in!
So tell your wife before I fist her
I gotta take my wristwatch off
I'll have her walking around
Daylight with my spawn
On her face like that Crip off Watts
Listen, Kid Rock
You look like every white trash hick off COPS
When real shit pops off
You have your homies grab your earrings
And kick your flip-flops off
We two different kinds!
So whoever put Andy with Conan quit
You gon' shoot me, fuckboy? Go ahead
Empty the whole damn clip
That's child shit, Sno
Man! I'm on that grown man shit
Say I couldn't walk on your block
Right now and OWN that shit!
No? That's not a metaphor
I have the credit score they
Give property out to
And you live in Pontiac, Michigan
I'll buy every house on your block
For the low property value
Now I own that shit! But aye
Since he likes that demented shit I'ma
Be even more twisted and sicker
I can make him kill his own
Family when it gets to December
I'll cut the gas
Raise the rent and evict him
In the middle of winter
And watch when they die in the
Snow in a Michigan blizzard

Three minutes worth of dissing teachers
Nobody gives a shit then you bring up Biggie
His mom Voletta was a teacher:
You are an idiot!
Yo, you told 100 Bars Magazine you
Would punch me in the face
'Cause if shit popped off
You believed I'd snitch
Then you named yourself after the
Rapper that sings "Informer"
Let me sip this tea right quick
I'm over here wishing a wigger would
I'm crossing my fingers hoping, praying
White trash
The only snuff you 'bout is Copenhagen
I'm so impatient, please, give me a shot
Sno I'm waiting
You won't need weather reporters
At your local station
Telling y'all where Sno is laying
Flat out, wake up to that whiff of Folgers
What's a garter snake to a spitting cobra?
Stay in your lane unless you want handicap
I'm a gifted bowler
I'll predict what Sno's gonna do:
It's as if I'm Roker
Talks 'bout how his gun goes
"POW" like imprisoned soldiers
Only Andy I know with stripes
The quarterback out in Cinci'
Sno you wouldn't punch out a fucking time
Card when your shift is over
No worries if Sno flurries
Sno melts when the blizzard's over
Wolves from Deal who will split Andrew
Wiggins for the Love like Minnesota
My shit is colder
Flat line they should have a doc by
For when a Challenger gets destroyed
Like when them astronauts died
This Louisville bat I brought got reach
Like that rapper Dot's lines
It'll open Andy cap like a bag of hot fries
I haven't seen him since T
Top was bodying you bad
That was an embarrassment all
Of Pontiac was mad
Now you rep the same team Rookies
What's ironic about that is
Ain't it suppose to be a white boy who
Snaps and kills somebody in his class?
But that's cool
A loss is a loss but what you said puzzled me
You said you pulled your gun
Out on your kid's
Mom cause she wouldn't let you see the kids
You are fucking G
Let me guess, here's how it went down
You came home from a long day
Ofwho gives a fuck bro, shit
The point is, your nuggets was cold
You was like, "Slut, hoe
Fuck I don't want those bitch"
She's like, "I'm calling the police, andrew"
You know what Sno did? He went Smack on her
Smacked on her like "fuck those kids"
His kid was front-row, he
Grabbed the snub nose
Showed her he had a gun so big
It made the state of Michigan question
Do you love your kids? You fucking asshole
Take it from me
You don't have to be a teacher to know
Your role cause there's always a substitute
You don't gotta coach the Nets
To see a Kidd leave
I'ma keep it a Buck with you
Children, are a blessing Andrew
Can't you see the luck in you?
You like 6'4" and none of your little
Ones can ever look up to you god damn
You really pulled a gun on your spouse?
And the point was to show
Her you deserve custody?
Wow, how does your kids being a
Product of the government sound?
And every paycheck you get
Child support takes a chunk of it out
Your baby's mother meets a sucker
She up and moves south
Your kids are orphan wondering
"Who's going to come for us now?"
They idolized you
But they hold a grudge with him now
Now a one of them can fucking stomach you now
Your oldest boy grows up, meets a woman
Has a son and he vows
To always be around regardless of
The ups and the downs when they ask
"Who was granddad and what was he about?"
They'll say
"No he was no father and he wasn't around"
Slow it down they won't miss you Sno
He was no father Andy wasn't around!