Soul Khan vs. Fresco [Lyrics]

Khan, Fresco

[Round 1: Fresco]

Aight first off you got respect but you will not get more
Matter fact you such a faggot you belong next door
All you gon have is lines about fashion and some gay shit
Your faggotry is blatant
He’s not even nervous right now but he’s still imagining me naked
Stop acting like you and Dirtbag are just casually acquainted
You’ve got so many of his kids inside your stomach
That you’re are practically related
So now you up here lookin like a fanatical rapist
Because of the childhood photoshoot you had in the basement
I know it probably fucked up your family arrangement
When your parents made you decide which Dad was your favorite
That’s why I seen you on Family Double Dare, but his family wasn’t there
He was a giant nose, the kids grab the flags that’s up in there
Hey stop thinking about how small your step-dads balls are
Fuck you and the rest of the Red Rag All Stars
See my whole family been Wops since we jumped in the boat
Make a line about that you get punched in the throat
So I think that Soul Khan needs another approach
If GrindTime was Voltron, I’d be the nuts and the bolts

[Round 1: Soul Khan]

Yo, it’s weird hearing you calling me a faggot
But you can call me what you like
But calling me a faggot is like me calling you a Kyke
I was trying to battle Sahtyre but he was fuckin scared
Now I gotta body bag the bitch that does his hair
This guido’s down low lifestyle is depressing
I could tell he tosses salads just by how this Italians dressing
You told Illusion-Z you’ve never fought with a guy
That’s cause every time you tried you got lost in his eyes
Truthfully I’m not impressed, your music is an awful mess
He only came to battle cuz he heard it’d be a sausage fest
Pause it just a second cause I think yall thought I lost a sec
You think this gonna launched your rep?
Nah you gettin stomped to death
See I got groupies that wanna see how long my condom stretch
You got groupies, but they go by names like Tom and Jeff
I was lying when we got along, youre dying in this octagon
You are such a fuckin homo, you should’ve come here with a closet on
Your divisions top tiers a posse of white friends
Real Deal’s a quarter back but you call him your tight-end
When y’all first met you was like
“Yo my name is Real Deal from the land of the steel mills”
And you said “Shhh! you had me at Real Deal…”
You wish you and your lover Trevor could spend the summer together
No wonder FRESCO and FAGGOT have the same number of letters

[Round 2: Fresco]

So I’m finally in N.Y., Poison Pen is the dude
I wanted a Smack rapper last minute, but this was the best we could do
So check me out, when I grab the glock ya dad gets shot
And ya Moms gets pregnant when the magnum pop
My accuracy the best, but i don’t have to be correct
I got newsstand clips, grab magazines and press
If I have to squeeze the Tech it’ll rapidly eject
To take the soul outta Soul and make him astrally project
Now I ain’t on that gun clap tip but I love that shit
And I’m pretty sure a couple people dug that shit, now check it out
You talked to one bitch in your life and got stuck in the friend spot
Bitch look like a fat version of Wilma from Bedrock
Had a bright ass head of hair, I was callin’ her red top
Coochie lookin like she got a clowns head in a leg lock
You the only one more outta place then me in this sorta hood
This mothafucker probably gets morning wood at Dick’s Sporting Goods

[Round 2: Soul Khan]

Yo, I analyzed your tracks and gave your vocals a listen
No pun intended but essentially your Soul is just missing
You’re the reason that this cultures in its lowest condition
He thought Immortal Technique was a yoga position
You were relevant on the scene til I came on it
That’s why your biggest battles are 2 on 2 with my name on it
Why’s this fairy making all them scary faces
You make Larry David look like Larry Davis
See you ain’t ready for what happens when you confront a man
So let me put this in terms that you can understand
“Heeey heeey hey… you crew gonna wanna leave you
Heeey heeey hey… cause you just lost to a Hebrew”
See here’s the thing
I did that even though Drake’s wack and his flow sucks
Just to prove unlike you I could actually blow up!
But even if the penis wasn’t his first choice
How you going to get girls moist when you got Big Bird’s voice?
He be like, I’ll leave all your bones broken, you’re gonna need a ramp
I’ll lick your chick and leave her damp, like adhesive on a stamp
You wanna be the best? You wanna be the champ?
Well you just got burned like my people at the Camps

[Round 3: Fresco]

Yo let me tell you why I dress like this
Cuz I just wanna be a ladies man like Jesse Katsopolis
But I have been way too busy protecting Metropolis
I don’t see why people online are always givin you compliments
When you overcompensate for lack of genuine confidence
See, I see you on twitter shit talkin and making comments
But you’re softer then making omelettes with Johnathan Taylor Thomas
You need to check your head size buddy, this next line’s funny
I’m only here cuz I wanna win Ben Stine’s money
You gonna be real pissed, mother fucker when you hear my verse
Stop rapping and explain to me how Clear Eyes works
Now Jew jokes aside, I said I wouldn’t say nothing
But youre such a small bitch, I have to say somethin
If this was Auschwitz and they seen your face coming
Hitler woulda hit the on-switch on his Easy Bake Oven
Or let the gas chamber close til the floor got moist
How’d you get the Black Rangers nose and Zordon’s voice
And if I smack him it’ll knock your fuckin eyes outta your skull
He said I Yoga, but I don’t even fuckin mind bodying Soul
(Mind Body and soul)

[Round 3: Soul Khan]

When I exposed Amazing Crack in that hot pink Tee
Fresco was like damn that IS a hot pink Tee
At yo sonogram yo momma ask what’s your sex
The doctor was like, Huh? I’ll have to run more tests
Calling you a man is pretty tough to consider
Bitch yo “Y” chromosome is covered in glitter
I bet you’d doggy paddle through a river of skeet
Just to live for a week down on Christopher Street
Fuck a rhyme scheme though, that is so disgusting
You wouldn’t fathom the pussy that Soul been crushing
I’m from the home of Essay’s and pornstars fuckin
You’re from Rockford, Illinois the home of… nothing
Now am I that twisted or is that Kid Twist’s kid
You never been in a fist fight, but you have been fisted
He has this sickness that I doubt they can fix
He dreams about living in a house made of dicks
Here’s a fuckin fact, you ain’t allowed to debate
You didn’t fuck with rap until 2008, I’m only 25 so I can’t blame ya age
You didn’t do the knowledge you just jocked the latest craze
Getting schooled is hard when you can’t get brain for grades
If I pulled yo card it would be the Aces of AIDS

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