Unanymous vs Youthoracle (Round Two)

[Youthoracle]

Yo, I wanna back-track a couple months to a certain night

When my boy Rowan was getting undeserved hype over some words he typed

And I'm in Plymouth but I don't give a fuck, I'm saying Eurgh was right

The most racist people in this fucked up world are white

You're a prime example of that prejudiced, bigoted scum

In battles anything goes bro, 'cos it's just a bit of fun

But you're racist outside of battles, let me think of some shit you've done

You called IM a fat Asian prick in a tweet and everyone on Twitter was stunned

So you're a little piece of white Plymouth seagull shit and a cunt

You said it was wrong to be racist to black people yeah

But it literally stung when you said it's okay to discriminate Asians

You almost had me thinking dumb

And made me hate my Asian dad, for shagging my white bitch of a mum

Now you're an absolute retard if you think that I actually take this view

Plus you won't laugh when a white gets hit but you will when Blacks and Asians do

If you actually took offence to that and think I'm discriminating you

Then you're a fucking small-minded dickhead racist too

Now you, battled in life, to battle on King Of The Dot

You was on a fucking mission, you had moved up and risen

Your writing was good so they thought you'd come with wisdom

But they never thought you'd come and diss 'em

As you freeze up and stiffen

How the fuck could you choke after you arrogantly said

'That was dumb shit, listen

You versus HFK was sloppy

You went out aiming to be cocky

Spat a stupid fucking freestyle and didn't even say it properly

Then you took it in and choked like you was inhaling from a droppy

You'd have been better off skating against them Canadians at hockey, you fake little knob-jockey

Plymouth's greatly snobby

Your move-over, stop hating mate

Needs a patent - you're blatantly a copy

It's not Daylyt, it's at night time that he's waiting for the body

He's the only other rapper who could be found arse-naked with a Shotty

'Cos you, you're a copy and a spy

And to be Shotty you're admiring

And he's got what you require

It's his cock that you desire

So you'll cock back and fire

From his bollocks, the supplier

When I see you giving the big'un - what a massive liar

You're probably in the choir

Singing songs [?]

So Don't Flop, you're from Plymouth - Hobbit in The Shire

Now he's rolling with a badman, not like Danny Dyer

If he's wearing gang attire he's like Donald MacIntyre

'Cos you're the most artificial, deluded, sociopathic fucking faggot

Bruv, it's tragic

This is battle rap, bitch, don't do what it says on the packet

You wrote the bars but couldn't hack it

So instead on snapbacks and jackets

You should get 'This Is Battle Rap, Bitch (and I fucking pussied out) in brackets

This fat bastard bugs me

Pies won't leave him alone - he's Buggsy

He's a big country bumpkin

Cunt's so wrong when this massive munter's hungry

You're a lovely jubbly Cuddly Dudley Humpty Dumpty

Now I know why you joined Adam's family

You chubby ugly Puggsley

I can imagine you re-enacting the battle together, looking into each others eyes

He goes 'I'll fucking bang you out, if you go sucking off other guys'

Listen out kid, don't get cumshots on Shotty's mattress

And you're like 'I just wanna give you Donkey Kong schlong until your coccyx fractures'

But for the two on twos, you got dis-owned by your lover

Teamed up with Chris Leese only to discover AD asked me first

I didn't want Bamalam to blow the cover

'Cos I only said no so you two could bone one another

Plus that skyping hyping's not known to me brother

I feel sorry for your family at home and your mother

'Cos nothing makes me laugh like the thought of you two practising those performances on the phone to each other

Like 'Unan will kill ya', 'Chrissie will bury ya'

That is some of the most cringiest shit ever

Still I think Chris should sever his ties with him 'cos he's better

You just like to rhyme words, you're not lyrically clever

You said you bodied Bam and Cystic, never

DNA and Charlie clips was your biggest endeavor

Chris out-shined you then as well but they still made you look like a pair of over-enthusiastic dickheads together

And when he finished like 'Yo, keep trying hard'

I thought oh that's the biggest raw par

Now hold tight my boy Grimy as I remix this four bar

I saw you get beat by gap-teeth and Clips and though nah

I haven't seen a body like that since Pinky the pornstar



[Unanymous]

Look, I don't mind if when I don't bring up his personal life it don't get a reaction

Just as long as they ain't complaining when I get on my rap shit

The walls of my mind are decorated like the sacred tombs

I spit the same fluid that leaks from ancient fruits

Devilish weaponry, behead your messiah

Scorched oxygen pockets from ingesting the fire

The place I'm from is dead end and dubbed unimportant

A jungle full of junkies, young mums and abortions

I try expand but people are born to die here

The lower class smoking crack resort to the pipe here

I drink away the liver pain thinking about what I'm here

Why, when in search of balance to we only find fear?

My mind's so ahead of it's time it moves in lightyears

I hit your girl with a nut shot like Johnny Cage

I did this to you bitch, look into the monster's face

You might be used to winning but not today

So move back, there's a new manager in your Office Space

I'm ready for war wherever you populate

I don't need a Glock to spray

I want to see Notts in flames

So I'm hovering above it with rockets aimed

Launching missiles the size of chopper blades

Cyclops optic ray

Melt the features off your face and re-chord your vocals like Dr Dre on The Chronic tape

I get your girl open on a surgical vibe

I stay brain-dead with a murderous mind

I'll straight sharpen up the curve of the knife

And make Ds out of your circle of live

I don't need a sword or scissors

I don't need an orc or wizard

All I need is a pen and a pad, some peng in a bag and a set of the rawest lyrics

And I'll take Youth out like an abortion clinic

Now, I;'m just here to get the job done

So when I am killing a rapper

Why would I give a fuck about my like-ability factor

You're all just cutting your nose off to spite your face

I mean do you really think a highly trained assassin catches a body then wipes his blade

Then looks towards innocent bystanders and says:

'I know I took a life today, but promise me you still like me mate'

Fuck that, fuck that, fuck that

This is fucking raw intricate lyricism versus a bunch of cheesy shit that's easily relatable

But now you're eating with a raging bull so if you want beef I'll bring a table-ful

The icon's back, you'll get your spinal snapped

You wouldn't see me in a fight, I put my life on that

I've got an ill mind so whoever Hopsin is getting eye contact

Look where you are now mate

You'd be a doughnut to slag Plymouth off

But if you do I'm gunna send Nick and Rob

Round your house, to nick and rob, kick your dog

Put your nan in a submission lock and give your little sister a swilly bob

Now when I told my girl I was battling Youthoracle, we had a brief discussion

She said every time he uses an obese joke, I'mma give you deepthroat

So keep'em coming

You said to Fredo that you're part Asian, but you're clearly not

You're just next on my killing spree

But if rap don't work, I've got a really good way you could get into the industry

You should start a boy band with Villun and call it 'Ethnicity'

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