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letra de flipz vs. loudface - mson (making something outta nothing)

[intro: kaotik]
round 1 on loudface, let’s go!

[verse: loudface]
yo, yo
i’m gonna start by saying “thanks kyle for puttin’ on this battle”
pre-written format
so now, i can work over this c-nt like he’s a f-ckin’ doormat
visited his soundcloud and listened to his trash
bro, was this guy high when he tracked?
he must’ve smoked his whole f-ckin’ stash
he had no rhythm and where was he f-ckin’ cadence?
after 10 seconds bro, i lost my f-ckin’ patience
he thinks he’s f-ckin’ eminem
bro, you’re hardly a rapper, you’re just a fan
this c-nt should change his name to mc-f-ckin’-stan
yo, when i listen to your lyrics, i can tell you have a vocabulary deficit
that’s okay, ’cause that just makes this whole battle feel effortless
your boy commented on my post, and i realized your sucking mson’s c-cks
did you realize your boy out there was callin’ you goldilocks?
this sh-t makes sense ’cause your boy, jack has a loose ass
zack out here’s tight but they thought, “aw tom, your ass feels just right”
[interlude: kaotik & emerald sun]
round 1 on flipz, let’s go!
okay flipz

[verse: flipz]
jordan atwill, understand, you chose your fate
wanna battle me?
the box i put you in doesn’t come with a release date
220 off a cliff face, your dad, your mum and brother tied up
then 22 pumps of jizz on their dead face, just gettin’ fired up
your girl does flips, she ain’t an acrobat
your girl called my phone, i’s never answered that
your career in rap resemble your d-ck – very short
d-ck so small you p-ss on your b-lls [?]
so, don’t come here actin’ like you could k!ll, jordan atwill
i’ll come to your crib, take all your nasty sh-t, i’ll donate it to goodwill
’cause with a name like loudface, they were already laughing
you realized that sh-t, you changed it last minute
then changed back and they’re still f-ckin’ laughing
you look like the kinda b-tch to take a p-ss when you sit
and i’m sorry, you have prepared for this
thinking i ain’t come prepared tonight
this ain’t my first gig, motherf-cker! this a terabyte!

[round 2]
[intro: kaotik]
round 2 on loudface, let’s go!

[verse: loudface]
all you mob come here to come see me verse mc flipz
but i don’t think i heard a single good rip out of this b-tch’s lips
yo, i’m glad you said some sh-t so now, i can cut the red tape
’cause when i’m done with you bro, they’ll probably charge me of rape
(that’s not a good offense)
you’re ridiculous, on all this b-tch’s radars, you go inconspicuous
the only way you get a chick to touch that small d-ck
is ’cause you sell drugs and got ’em strung out and racked up on tick
i got a- i got a salubrious command of the english language
i recite the dictionary in my mind when i feed your mum this c-ck sandwich
yeah bro, your misses, she cleans my carpet with her knees
but don’t come complaining to me when she gives you venereal disease
yo, at least next, we got zack vs. afterthought
but the difference between them and you
is kyle didn’t put them on his last resort

[interlude: kaotik]
alright, we got round 2 on flipz
let’s go!

[verse: flipz]
you came into this battle and the cadence was f-cked
i took one look at you and your whole face looks f-cked, f-cked!
[?] okay, and i heard you’re an annoying c-nt
the crowd now knows it’s true
so, i brought earplugs baby, one for me, one for you
[?] this battle like it was def jam 2!
i know you only hate me ’cause i told the truth
gotta do wrong ’til i do that right
same mistake ’til i win that fight
water finds its own level, there’s different levels to mind
bars so deep, you’re gasping to breath and…
[?] 4 bars hit him, he’s done, i’m like a verbal machine gun
i’ll send you in a he-rs- to mum
with a note on the top saying “save me a meal, hon”
i turn this man to a boy!
everybody wanna be an australian idol
we ain’t got no x factor, i’m the one with the voice
(oussa baby! oussa!)
[?] with you, i thought i gotta drop him
but since you a pump rock b-tch, i’m doin’ jordy rotten
i’m over the work, nerdy motherf-cker, won’t let me copy of him
drop a blow like big show, take the work from him!
[?], there’s nothing you can do to stop him
(well done guys-)
check his pockets, broke, punch his chest, back broke!
you wanna hang with the big motherf-ckers
get the rope, you hang by your neck, it’s inevitable you’ll choke

- mson making something outta nothing

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