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letra de t. riley vs carter deems - grind time now

[round 1: carter deems]
it’s been a fact i’m mad max, a nerd who cracks spleens
interact with pack rats and emerge from trash clean
you’re gonna pull up and blast deems? tools busting, gats scream
who’s tough? you suck, it’s a battle, relax, jeez
cause your rotten raps are forgotten fast like naps and past dreams
i’m an awesome cat with a lot of cl-ss, turtle neck and black jeans
you gonna get past deems? i’m underground like ninja turtles and rat king
i’m about to go h.a.m….and i don’t even know what that means
the facts seem that these comparisons differ
cause your face looks like a very embarr-ssing picture
those rhymes you spit shouldn’t be shared with your sister
yet you drove cross country with that trash like american pickers
listen mister, your borderline boring rhymes are more foreign to my important mind than imported wine
so expect hate and not lots of love when you bring those corny lines
you’ll get decked in the face with a boxing glove…made from a porcupine
like 40 times, carter can rock a farmer’s tan, still bring bizarre thoughts far harder than the bar exam
i’m far from bland, keep it steady like an archer’s hand
aim the scope at yourself, like peter parker’s cam’
but don’t pull the trigger i wanna harm this man
not with my arms or hands, it’s still a beat down
i’m on beat now i’ll make your whole heart expand
cause if this was an actual battle this dude could hardly stand
i pick the mic up and rock it/rocket, son/sun, i’m a charles barkley fan

[round 2: carter deems]
not so fast roscoe dash
we know you have “i shop at costco cash”
we know you work at telco mac cause when the shells drop it’ll be beef, you need to stop that trash
you need to pop that gat, not violent, my rhymes still nasty
you have a heart made of gold, his guns shoot “happiness”
attacking this, i’ll p-ss past pacifist, chop trash bag radishes
leave more pain than a black mask masochist
my rap attack’s miraculous you rag tag fabolous
mind mechanical, i’m an animal, same swag as a bad -ss platypus
i’m a back pack activist, my rap pack’s ravenous
we’re all smart, make your fall start like nasdaq’s catalyst
blasphemous, say i don’t pack a punch, sit back and learn
i’ll let bash bash your face in until your eye patch is earned
let the factors firm, uhh, he backtracks with terms
i bring straight bars, my words can relax a perm
i’ll crack the earth, interact with rats and worms
i’m beyond sick, i facebook chat with germs
i’ll let a pack of pachyderms attack his hat when his back is turned
tell his mom nice things so she’ll act concerned
match his burn when i crack this nerd
you high on a bag of herb? i’m gone on a 12 pack of surge
i’m gone with a wolf pack and herd
and various beasts with the scariest teeth that rip through the most p-ssive birds
you buzzard

[round 3: carter deems]
excuse me sir
pardon me, my name is carter deems
i bring bizarre bars more gnarly than bob marley’s dreams
your bars are hardly hard enough to spar with teens
so this third round i’m winging it like when paul mccartney sings
i’m a fire flame spitter, i’ll turn the arctic rings into an arson scene
and force the fire marshal to march to the marsh just to guard the trees
then i’ll steal richard cranium’s sip particle beams, start harming this dweeb
and book him a vacation to the place where barnacles breed
just kidding
i won’t take a swipe at this geek he’s from the most violent streets
please you get on my nerves like my myelin sheath
your timing is weak my rhyming is deep like vicodin sleep
my bars are far sharper than leviathan teeth
let the violins speak
i’ll start punching munchkins and prove tyson is weak
you pull out the toaster i’ll start fighting the heat
pull out the falcons i’ll start biting the beaks
i don’t care if i’m fly[?] i’ll start climbing the peeks
cause i’m nice at the least, this is not a joke i don’t rap lightly
so for acting slick, you sit, i got this down pat, riley
it’s time i start attacking this clown
i didn’t forget my bars i only wrote half a round
so i guess i’ll just stare awkwardly into the camera now
alright, enough of that, your career is through, i’ll damage your crew
besides, in this battle i already got more “mmmms” than you
that was weird, does that line deserve a pause?
applause, i’m down for the cause of having syd mollywop your jaw
until your brains on the wall
listen t. riley, you deserve three smileys
every time my name is spoken around here they think highly
i don’t have to be high see, i can sip hi-c and capri sun while you wear your mom’s shirts and capris, son
he’s done

- grind time now

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