letra de villun vs dekay - don't flop
[villun]
today’s all about flowing and spit game!
the aim is to spit flames
and rip way, the same way a guy to a ribcage
expose every single hole in this chick’s framework
without having to focus on how the hole in this chick’s frame works
i’m no longer feeling generous
you’re a nice person, but right now
i don’t care for your heart
you may be nice
but, missie, i’m a navy strike
and miss, i’ll tear you apart!
i’ll admit, against smoke and ard, there was a dip
but if you think that i can’t spit no more
so if you though i have missing flow
like i’m hitting miss, well
miss, you were misinformed
now, i’m on a mission war
and anyone who brings it, gets torn
it sounds like someone ripped your drawers
and ripped your chords!
you hang out with intellects
but i’d hate to hear the kind of noise you produce
if you ever let midi baud
see, bar for bar, you’re gonna strugge to keep up
you get reactions from the crowd, even though your frees suck
and i like to hear from broke people who wanna increase funds
’cause no matter how wack it is, people always love free stuff!
and it amazes me
’cause they treat you, like you’re some kind of great mc
but, to me
the way you speak
sounds to me, like one of those capture codes
that i failed to reads
and everyone makes fun of your speech impendiment
at first, it was funny, but
then i got to thinking:
“why does she suck, when it comes to her mother tongue?”
and then, it hit me:
as kids were taught and raised by parents
who gives us everloving hugs
so it makes sense:
’cause you have little to no experience, hearing your mother’s tongue
and i don’t know if any of what i said was true
about how being homeless led to you
getting on c-ke, meth or booze
all i know is
it’s the kind of shit i’ll expect you do
it all makes sense, guys:
if you take the “ho” out of “house”
all you have left is “use”
you’ve been battling for years and haven’t yet improved
see, dekay wants credit for her rapping
she’s not down for gender norms or sexist toughts
you try to get out of that box
but you forget that’s what helps your cause
’cause even if we know that your pen is poor
you can still make men applaud
’cause in their heads, their support in helping you get out of that box, might help them enter yours
you’re a liar’s toss
my flow’s five stars
you’re not even slight-par!
you’re nice with flips
but this body tells me: she finds gymnastics quite hard
this alcoholic only came down to the cellar
’cause she thought it was a wine bar
just another bomb-open trick
you drink lost b-ms shots and gets lost on crabbies freeze
i’ll never go as far as to diss your adoptive parents, d
but i will say this:
having out with your dead-beat friends and drinking fusters causally
is not the same as having a foster family!
time!
[dekay]
fuck you and your ray charles’ gl-sses
i’ll be slicing this youth!
i was never fucking homeless or adpoted
so what you’re rhyming ain’t true!
and i got the bare intellect
’cause i rhyme off the top!
you winnin’ ain’t never gonna happen here
like eyez versus dotz!
there’s nothin’ superbad in this villun
i will stab and k!ll him brutal!
if you’d jerry comb your hair
you’d look like paris hilton’s poozle
now, my name is not oshea
and i won’t tell you what to google
but there’s a naked picture of him online
him looking like some uncle noozle!
you ain’t got the testicles
you get tentacles
you’re asexual!
you’re one-dimensional
and your face is for from semmetrical
you wouldn’t even get raped in pennilville!
when i see you
i feel some call for verenak!ll
trust me, fam:
you’re the kind of guy that was never picked for teams
villun, you look like a pigmy queen
you do should hope
these next bars go over your heads
if they don’t
the fucking force of the movie will gonna split your spleet
are you dumb?
don’t you know, nobody roots for the villian?
shoot him and k!ll him!
throw him off the roof a buidling!
you fucking won’t
that’s you, sat in a room full of children
your name don’t suit you, little villun
i’m renaming you victum
so listen, vitc-m:
let me tell you about real villians
it’s mad and insane
like saddan hussein
like ten buddy, back in them days
jennifer bird, sitting and sissing, with a crack in her vein
well, i won’t-a fuck a david cameron
they should bang him in chains!
on a dark night
i may rise back again
damage your sight
with ten bats to the brain
i’m crazy as hell
i’m not actually sane
but i’m addicted to venom
like batman and bane
your teeth’s of a joker
you think i ain’t violent?
i’ll switch off the load of that flight
like kids on a island!
unlike you, i’m dark, fam
i’ll carve up your eyelids
ride in arkham asylum!
i’ll leave this penguin in the hospital
you’re gonna die in bits!
stevie, i don’t even wanna hear that buddy tyler shit!
thinking life support will save you, when it is unlinkely
you would think i’m uma thurman, how i poison ivyes!
you’re to fucking talk about my parents’ bless!
villun’s parents hit him, tied him up
hate word, oh, that poor little fella!
though, that’s not the first time
you’ve been beaten by bars in the cellar!
[villun]
you say i have ray charles shades
i don’t care of what you said
during your whole flip, i was staring at your br–sts
you said that i have poodle hair, that’s probably true
but paris’ poodle has been in a home longer than you
i can’t lie, dekay’s gifted, when she speaks frees
freestyle tournament found her
i’m thinking: “how is liquid gonna beat d?”
it’s her; she’s gonna win the whole thing cleanly
she’s a alcoholic, taking down liquid should be easy
but it turned out to be:
any night on that candum avenue
’cause that liquid clouded your judgement
it straight-up hammered you
and today, that’s gonna happen, too
bars, jokes, schemes, you must believe that i brang a few
i came in today to get southtown hyped
they though canine was one of them and out of my prime!
but you don’t condon’t that, it’s fine
bar for bar, round for rounds, i outwit gods!
i’ve seen you drunk on all-fours and out of your mind
so if i stood here and called you a “b-tch” right now
i would have felt out of line!
generic slag bars me, dekay’s wound out of line
she dosen’t want to hear about that time
she got pounded by a thousand guys
to me, that’s a funny thing
you hate when we call you a “slut” and shit
what a dumb-ss b-tch
you’re a wack female rapper
of course, we’re gonna say you suck and spit
here’s something that i clocked, when hyde
she dosen’t finish writing her bars
but freestyle a lot of rhymes
she goes for free
but still buys a round
it’s all in the alcoholic mind
but let me dim it down:
there’s no content, it’s mom jokes
so it’s filler rounds
but a real alocholic would do anything to fill her rounds
and that’s why i don’t feel her rounds
you that want to around drink so bad
you’ve confused: “fill her rounds like a bartender”
with: “fill her rounds, ’cause she’s a bar tender”
but enough about how she handles drink
and then i began to think
how good her grasp on the english language is
during the second round uno lavoz flip, you said:
“shotty hurruh und udanymus”
your english is extravagant
she’s got everything, from colvonized enunciation
i love the way you structure your prashes
i found one of your punchlines groundbreaking
full of substance and greatness
she said: “i’m so gu-uh, i’m pavement”
this girl is fucking amazing
it’s like, how does she capture these speech patterns?
lines so dull, such as:
“i’ll take the piss out of you, like i’ve got a weak bladder”
with a brain like that, she could defeat cancer
i’m not calling the lines ’cause they were brain deformed
i just wanted to show how telisa’s life is the same as yours
you’re both from candam, but when it comes to brain, you’re poor
so i don’t have to talk about dekay’s room to degrade you
nor do i need to my d-ck in your mouth and let my d grade you
for me to -n-lyze your brain and d-grade you
yo, time
[dekay]
what fucking d-ck?
you don’t even got a d-ck
you’re the dryest fella!
talking ’bout liquids
i will beat you like a guy on cellar!
and by the way
fuck that shit about telisa from enzubs
i got the fuckin’ bars
and i got better fuckin’ things to do
than giving some fucking men’s heads, ’cause
did you know that seventy-three years ago today
japan attacked the u.s.a.?
if i can convert it to scottish slang
you got the kind of d like jfk
instead of mis-housing gernades
with metaphors and verbs for you
so if this muslim’s suspicious name
then me and you can do words or, too
picture my words
they fly past ya
try harder to be danny martin
anyone who thinks this guy sharper
i’d rather just cry in laughter
flickin’ your clique, like
i’ll blast this, like the guy’s carter
who knew that old south hampton b-st-rd
but for you, this is pearl harbor
you ain’t got golden bars
you got golden arms
and yes, i’m talking frank sinatra
your arms are holding scars
it’s like i’m folding cards
the way i mow you, like it’s plaster
weapon’s your only charm
i’ll leave you lone and past
because you’re waring with the master
the way i smoked him first
with every poem blast
i should be calling that dizaster
’cause these folks is the kindest to do that
i’d beef with you
you got the body of badakim jr
anyone ever seen: “victim vs carloss”?
it was like two kids fighting over who’s toy is better than others
it’s an all like you took a hard gl-ss
it’s like he shot you and drove you to the hospital
“shop out and never a bartoss
i was bored, so, yeah, watch that shit!”
i was like: “what the fuck is he smoking?”
like sims, you could choke me hard
while reciting a bar without choking!
listen, yeah, this is victum
this is his head
”
they chocked! they chocked!”
you’re a g-y joke
how dare you step in my vision
with your fucking repetition?
this ain’t no fuckin’ competition
you look like spilt milk in the kitchen!
so i don’t need you to sex with me, vitc-m
it’s time that you spent your own
that’s been longer in the system
and if you think he’s one
you’re lying like a fucking politician!
that’s it
[villun]
you tried to impersonate my choke
trying to be me was lame
yeah, you put your hood over your head
you look way better, when i can’t see your face
you know, i can freestyle, too
after all, my flow’s the illest
yeah, carloss beat me
but he also told me to body you
so, either way, it’s bros over b-tches
they say when chicks find partners
is always a reflection of their dads
it’s got something to do with how they present themselves and act
it’s a tool that they use to seperate the gentlemen from raps
but dk is symbol
so i figure it represents the fact
that you’ve never met a man
but don’t get it twisted, yet
i don’t think it’s bliss to diss her parents
but you diss everyone’s mom per battle
so by my logic, your mom deserves the same kind of disrespect
you haven’t yet seen her
and she dippet in left!
nowadays, she’s more like a distant friend
if i was to give you a descriptive guess
i’d say your mum looks like the facebook shilouette
when you haven’t uploaded a picture yet
and i could talk about her tits and how she has a lovely pair
or how she cries, every time she walks past mother care
or how your band is full of a bunch of squares
i’ve listened to one song and, honestly, you’re weak
i would give you props for following your dreams
but you remind of a broke ‘hood version of florence & the machine
this round is comedy to me!
you and your band are just dead!
you’ve been doing this for how long
and still haven’t cashed a check
i guess uno lavoz was wrong
how can anyone expect her to make sandwiches
when you bring all this filler
when, really, what you’re lacking is bread?
and that’s why you get no subs
but when you’re actually henched like dk, subs are nothing
with arms like that
you could bench any man
at this battle event
in fact, let me go back one-two steps
i don’t wanna get strangled to death
let’s talk about the people you’re nown for jamming with next:
your girl, chobril can’t speak english
but thinks she’s an actor
you think speaking english in england
would be an inprisonable factor
see, mitty just come across twisted and backwards
as twist, as a conspiracy rapper
see, you have some messed up standards
you and your family and friends are backwards
and to top it all off, your mum’s worse than debbie mathers
so fuck you and your neglective parents!
you might think i’m wrong, for dissing her family and friends
but i don’t care if my rap gets her depressed
i’m a villun; i couldn’t get two shits about some damsel in distress!
and they came to see a show
and i’m the southwest craven!
this here’s a nightmare on elm street
and everyone outside paid to get in
shout out to joe craven
there will never be a more perfect location as this
you get the lead role
but in this movie, the female dosen’t live
and it all makes sense
check the editor’s name and it fits
’cause all crueger has to do
is to cut and slash, to make the -ssist
upload, while i get praised for the way that i script
him catching that body
and it decays in the clip!
[dekay]
you say my mum’s worse than debbie
that may be partially true
but it don’t matter
when i’m the one that’s fuckin’ marshallin’ you!
spittin’ about homeless jogs
yeah, mate, that’s so original
but i live next-door to my fuckin’ mum
so that shit is ficitional!
by the way, statistic time:
one in seventeen-thousand people is albino like you
that’s about the same number of girls that would actually like you
that i’m sunning you
is something i might do
but you’ll die from skin cancer
i ain’t gotta fight you!
you look like a tampon
but you don’t get inside pussy
i leave you bl–dy in demy way
you should pull out, quit trying to push me
the only time you’re up to the top, rookie
is when you put oil on your scalp
’cause your hair is quite bushy
i’ve been doing this for ten years
way before don’t flop!
when you were learnin’ at school
i was at stage, making shows stop!
when you were tryin’ out
i was in raves, making flows hard!
when you was like: “oh, she was homeless”
i was like: “mate, you are so lost.”
here’s summer vast:
no joke, ’cause i’m goin’ invite!
stop for an other man’s
from a guy and just live life
and fuck who them grim rhymes
and your jabs about skin type
you auditioned for the same event
i got with an invite
i can’t imagine vitc-m ever fucking a girl
i can’t imagine vitc-m’s ever been in a fire
i can imagine vitc-m living in them poodles, now, motherfucker
i can’t imagine vitc-m ever winnin’ tonight!
’cause he gon’ be missin’ in action
he’s split into fractions
he’s like a phantomime
’cause this “villian”‘s just acting
and i don’t even need another shit to attack him
if i pulled you by him arm
i’d bet, he’d split into fragments
y’all wait a minute, b-tch
so i can get a reaction!
yeah, guys, i’m sick of this rap thing
you look like an addic must be slippin’ relapsin’
while i’m chilling, relapsin’
and you’ll be flippin’ collapsin’!
plus, you’re an wrong and usual coddler
who some got hit with subtraction
check your e-mail; i just sent you something with them attachment
it’s a picture of us battling
and guess what’s writtien with caption?
“r.i.p. little victum
’cause this shit had just happened.”
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