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letra de the grandpa vs grandma rap battle - kyle exum

[verse 1: grandma & grandpa]
oh, so you won’t let him eat, huh?
should’ve known you belong to the streets, huh?
his mama already don’t feed him what he needs, huh?
not even a little tiny snack before he leaves, huh? please, hun
first off, better lean back
you’ve been trippin’ way before your injury, mac
to say “you ain’t on my nerves”, that would be a cap
only thing that’s really poppin’ ’bout you is your kneecaps
granny ain’t sweet, bon appetit
let me leave this earth before he leaves hungry
just selfish, can’t give him spare change for his needs?
don’t you speak, all that cap made your hairline recede
you think you’re young or clean like michael b. or something
but you’re lookin’ rough, i’m talking 2020
‘stache on dusty carpet, call up stanley steamers
you ain’t steve harvey, you’re on justin bieber
let my baby starve, i’m the only one that’s fed up
he’s 21, so, he ain’t fully developed
always talk the past until we talk ’bout how you messed up
keep it 2 virgils, i’m a dime so get your sense up
that’s why they like granny better
all you’ve got are stories, i’m the real thing when i chef up
they weren’t hungry!
but they’re skin and bones, need more of my dessert!
you’ve been falling off, need to go get you some life alert
3-0, just call out what i see, bingo
you don’t speak what i speak, lingo
you’ve got childish ways, chico
you don’t even need your verse, you shouldn’t try to try
not even nationwide is ‘gon be on your side
like your iphone, you don’t know how to play me
number 1 rule: don’t mess with granny’s babies
[verse 2: grandpa & grandma]
you ain’t cappin’, oh you feel that, huh?
talkin’ ’bout my hair can get your wig sn-tched up
always cookin’ somethin’, ain’t you had enough?
all that food goes straight to your thu-dun-du-dun
call me dusty, guess your barely lookin’
how you leavin’? dm’s drier than your cookin’
i almost kicked the bucket with your chicken cutlet
you’ve been fallin’ off just like your saggy gullet
like please, the favorite is me
they still ask for stories ‘fore they go to sleep
think you’re hard but you’re soft, i’m talking cream of wheat
yeah, their mama is trippin’, guess she got your genes
got nerve, talkin’ ’bout my ‘stache ain’t lookin’ fine
you would know it, your mustache as big as mine
still give grandma’s kisses, kids are suffocating
chapped up lips about to die from dehydration
two more? you think you’re the chill one? humor
oh, ain’t got nothin’ to say? uber
you always blowin’ stuff up, boomer
baby, i really love you but you’re trippin’
please, you took the baby’s food!
wait, that wasn’t me!
ok, then who was it-
wait is that our son?
boy, i’m 80, but whoop like i’m 21, boy come here!

- kyle exum

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