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letra de iceman etika vs immaredo - grind time now

[verse 1: immaredo]
ayo, iceman, you on a h-m- tip
you bounce on d-ck like a pogo stick
there’s no comparing, ’cause my flow so sick
i’ll put you to sleep even if you take a no-doze, b-tch
you get bombarded and stomped out
he the type of dude who hangs with police, chills at the cop’s house
bet you talk a good game but nothing but a loud mouth
i ain’t talkin’ ’bout the dirty when i say he go down south
you go to clubs, you make the chickens squeamish
your father knew you were p-ssy when you were in his b-tch’s fetus
you on some menace ii society sh-t
holding brown bags licking p-n-s
saying, “i got a cheeseburger, man, please, i frickin’ need this”
you’re so stupid you still believe in the easter bunny
you come to these battles like, “dog, i need the money”
but it’s obvious you ain’t winning, so it’s for free, you dummy
i got a couple dollars for you later so you can eat your hungry
if we’re beers, i’m a heineken, you’re a coors light
my sh-t is hot, you are just alright
you’re a chihuahua, i’m a pit in this dog fight
you’re a chick in a man’s body, that means you’re living the wrong life
this is just the first round, you’ve been ripped apart
look like a giant toothpick who been dipped in tar

[verse 2: etika]
a’ight, listen, yo
yo, immaredo, y’all really think this n-gg- palm a bezel?
f-cked his mother so good, gave his moms a medal
so sh-t, motherf-cker, and you ain’t blazing nothing soon
and if it come to the hood talk, i’m takin’ all your jewels
and your girl p-ssy? that sh-t remind me of a crater on the moon
’cause that sh-t’s mad big, you don’t stack chips
you need some more practice, why you tryna be black, b-tch?
come up off that rap sh-t, i stuck your girl like a cactus
threw her on my mattress, and now she want the black d-ck
i’m telling you, i’m telling you, motherf-cker
you ain’t blazing on beats, and i’m taking all heat
what the f-ck, where you get your clothes from, n-gg-, the salvation army?
you need to learn, that in the streets of brooklyn, new york you gotta eat to earn
your girl’s p-ssy got mad s-m-n germs, and that’s why she makes your p-n-s burn

[verse 3: immaredo]
yo, it was all good ’til the minute i stepped into this place
you’re a sugar cookie with a hint of a cinnamon taste
you like the d-ck and let it spit in your face
and wipe it off half in straight whistling grace
you’re getting pulled out like a cherry bomb
you never leave your house without your lips covered in berry balm
you’ll never pick up a chick with your petty charm
jerks off too much, you can tell by his heavy arm
say, yo, i ain’t a saint like judas priest
but i bless you like achoo sneeze
’cause you’re looking confused, see
i do this more than you sweat profusely
and beat your -ss like bruce lee in the fist of fury movie
and your chick? h-ll yeah, i bagged the dumb sl-t
i’ll sn-tch her faster than you can say, “back the f-ck up”
i ain’t gotta say a word, just wink
blink of an eye, got 2 in the pink
1 in the stink, and you on the side filming it
i’m k!lling it, you’re far from an -sset, you’re a liability
my rhyme agility surp-sses your’s, ’cause mine’s infinity
you’re in a time of misery, too far advanced for your mind’s ability
this is my house, dog, my facility
your p-ssy eating means you’re in prime fertility

[verse 4: etika]
listen, yo
listen, from that whole bullsh-t verse you spit in your freestyle style, i know it’s wrong
that’s why you gon’ make me show the bomb
and from the way i spit n-gg-s call me the flow saddam
’cause your ho gets raw from mowin’ lawns
and holding b-lls in open jaws like pokemon
motherf-cker, you stupid -ss, you is trash, and you need to improve your style
you think this dude is wild? f-ck
your girlfriend, she wants to use my long stick and f-ck her in the -ss, it’s easy to do
and i’m beating your crew, who the f-ck thinks that he’s beating me, juice?
nah, he don’t think so
yo, yo, you motherf-cker, you need to improve your raps
dude, you’re wack, and why the f-ck are you doing this sh-t?
you think you new in this, b-tch?
your girlfriend, she wants to get on my uterus tip
and it’s easy to see that you ain’t beating my team
n-gg-, you ain’t getting the cream, n-gg-

[verse 5: immaredo]
ayo, your names original, chuck liddell
you ain’t tough as h-ll, i’m hot you melt, go f-ck yourself
i’m a roaring lion, you ain’t hard, your squad consists of new york giant
need i say more? i’ll chip you away with an ice pick, f-ck your wifey ’cause she likes it
maybe years later, his dumb -ss will probably wife it
i’ll rip off your head off your spine, dead all your rhymes
put you in the dark ages, end all your shine
’cause ice turns to water, water will evaporate
this dude watches youtube battles while he m-st-rb-t-s
iceman etika, he’s the only dude i know who likes d-mn enemas
gases like chern-byl fallin’
it’s time to get rid of this iceman with this global warming
tall, skinny and frail, right here in new york city, you’ll fail
seen your ho p-ssed off, losin’ this sh-t
but don’t commit suicide, keep pursuing it, kid
we did get the winners, no, why not?
been there and we dead it, put in the pied box
put you in the sticks, call you country b-mpkin
right here in grind time, you ain’t riding nothing

[verse 6: etika]
a’ight listen, yo
yo, motherf-cker you ain’t gripping 9s
but you know when i spit the lines, you ain’t ripping mines
i must be out my freakin’ mind
bruh, i seen this sh-t like 50 times
don’t he look like that freakin’ guy with the stick and sign who waves the belt like this at christmas time?
yo, i’m telling you, i’m just telling it real, i’m a mean child
yeah, motherf-cker, it’s all freestyle
you know my type, i’ll shoulder you quick
i’m like wario, ’cause i’ll throw you out of this b-tch
you understand what i’m saying? you a f-ggot, dude
and you know what? this motherf-cker looking for some -ss to drill
yo, you stupid f-ck, motherf-cker, your girlfriend use my nuts
yeah, i’m telling you this is all off the top of the mind
that’s something that you will never be able to comprehend
so stop, you’re dead, and yeah, you girlfriend, she uses me as a soccer head
you dummy, you need to improve your game
you’s a lame, and motherf-cker, i don’t know what kinda stint you came from in the past

- grind time now

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