Conceited vs. Dumbfoundead [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Dumbfoundead]

Shoutout to King Of The Dot and OVO one time
For flying out Jet Li on a Lear (Aaliyah) Jet cuz Lil Romeo Must Die
My last battle was Battle Of The Bay 5
That was 5 years ago, when I was ‘yay’ high
I feel Paranoid on a ‘Ye high cuz with these cameras, this host
And this little pussy, am I on Dateline?
I could kill you in 6 seconds I should just make Vines
Let’s save time, just say “time”
He’s probably gon say some Asian shit and pull out shoguns
Peking Duck, Ching Chang Chong
Wait, slow that down, did I accidentally diss you?
I said pull out yo guns, peeking duck, ching chang chong
That shit is easy as fuck, I don’t like to slow it down
When I spit a line, I want y’all to know it now
You always over-explain, that shit is overly done, ain’t y’all over it yet?
Ironic, the shortest motherfuckers always trying to go over ya head
How you that small? You look like a male Bratz doll
You know I actually auditioned for Wild ‘N Out
Then I looked in the mirror and said, “that’s not what I’m about”
They had me rhyme in a Chinese accent, I told em I’m from Koreatown
Then they asked the black guy next to me
To wear a wig and a Madea gown
Y’all know him as Conceited now
You’re a D-list celebrity, I’d rather keep my integrity
I’d make more money in my sleep while you sleep with the enemy
I couldn’t have bought my condo with Con dough, I got Dumb money
And that’s not a pun dummy, now I got young money for the artist fee
And you also got young money for modeling the cover of Carter 3
Look at his baby ass with his baby tats
You buy your guns at Baby Gat
Your first job you babysat
When you throw out punches they feel like baby daps
Ya favorite rapper is Baby Bash
That’s not a punchline, that’s real … baby facts

[Round 1: Conceited]

Listen here Dumbfounded, now you going against the hoodie type
The gun’ll spit, give you a bunch of tips, I ain’t talking about good advice
Nigga you ain’t cooking me, the only thing you cook is rice
Aight, which one of y’all Dumbfounded, both you niggas look alike
So y’all finally put Dumbfounded in front of me
They say you are what you eat, no wonder why this cat kept duckin me
Nigga me and this chin should’ve been battled
I would’ve sawed you and flamed ya
They’ll think that the dot is determined to save ya
Cuz they gave me the body I always wanted like a personal trainer
So I’ll PULL UP on that SET you REP
Get ya stomach cut without doing SITUPS
You better DIP, it won’t WORKOUT if I SPOT
You with the POUNDS I LIFT UP
When the mac’s/MAX OUT you ain’t doing SQUAT
Y’all better see DUMB-BELL/bail when I send this CHIN UP
This kid Dumb is the worst dressed in battle rap history
I mean I hate ya shoes b
You only roll in something fresh when you making sushi
And what you wear doesn’t match like the lips and words in Asian movies
Y’all move y’all mouths a million times for just one word and it still be off
Why?
They be like “……………..Hi”
The sound effects never on time either
It’s either like *kshch* or *huhhuh**kpshpsh*
But try that kung fu shit with me I’ma grip the 8
You don’t want me to cook ya noodle
Well get low man (Lo Mein) like what’s on ya dinner plates
Don’t believe anything this ninja say or one word he spit today
Cuz just like ya YouTube clip we know everything you kickin fake
This nigga’s name is Jonathan Park
That’s not a punchline, that’s real facts!
No cab when you see an arm wave
You can get hit with the knife
But a (butter) toast will spread when I give Park, K’s (Parkays)
I’ll show up at ya front door with a large 8 right where John stay
It’ll be looking like Monopoly cuz I got the metal piece at Park Place
You will get wet, grab a poncho nigga
I point with the 9 like Rondo nigga
And you gonna hear a lot of steel like I’m a Toronto nigga

[Round 2: Dumbfoundead]

How you say that kick video was fake? That shit was real
It’s as real as you grip the steel
If I can’t kick it, yo ya bitches will
There’s perks to being short, I don’t care what y’all think
When you got small feet, you can get the Jordans all cheap
When you order a shot at the bar, that’s a tall drink
He got 3 hot tubs at the crib, all sinks
I know these short jokes are getting old, but I ain’t even gotta use those
They’re just starting to grow on me, but you won’t
So I had some of my North Korean homies hack into ya emails
I found some very interesting details
Keywords like: latex, shaved legs, jpegs of Taye Diggs, all types of gay shit
But I know you ain’t gay cuz you into Asians, but yours look like cavemen
I stay with a bad bitch, what you think is a dime is maybe ehhh 6
Like if you went to a Thai whore house they be last pick and have dicks
I get the top hoes at the Brothel
You couldn’t reach the top row at a Costco’s
It’s impossible, you’re hella short
You, Emmanuel Louis, Gary Coleman, Martin Lawrence
Lil Bow Wow, Big Bow Wow, and Kevin Hart
Black Hollywood’s 7 Dwarfs
A bunch of midgets in the woods living large
You seem all tough in Hollywood
But it’s all an act in the end (Indian) like Bollywood
When I’m talking K pop, I ain’t talking Gangnam Style
I’m talking Gangland files
In LA words can get you killed like the hangman round
Lately the battle scene has gotten Iggy Azalea
But I ain’t talking black and white
I’m talking make believe and actual life
Hear how you glorifying guns and probably gon have a blast tonight
There’s some kid in every major city in America
Who’s gon get blast tonight
You have imaginary guns, some people have mandatory ones
I seen them Wild ‘N Out reruns of you rapping having fun
The homie died the other day, the news ain’t ran the story once
Sometimes I think we both forget that we both sell rhymes
But hook us up to a polygraph, bet I won’t fail mine
With ya folktales of dope sales, ain’t no shells flying
Cuz real rounds don’t end when the host yells time

[Round 2: Conceited]

You and ya whole Asian gang, I’ll just use one fist to hit you
I’ll put my right hand on that yellow circle, that’s Twister nigga
Double deuce deuces, with these little blickers I’ll grip the trigger
You could get shot down by the twins more than Roger in Sister Sister
I’m quick to grip a Wesson or a 12, I’ll let the weapon give you hell
Just like your fortune cookies you can get the message from a shell
You cuff ya bitch like she in jail when she give me mad choch
Yeah, you’re part of the Swim Team, I give her back strokes
She give me fast throat and do good when she south
Since she eat with chopsticks
She should be used to having some wood in her mouth
But she has the flattest ass and chest I have ever seen
She such a small skeezer
If I was you I wouldn’t be WRESTLING to hit that RAW neither
I mean she from China/CHYNA, why would you take her?
No matter what she ROCK nothing BIG SHOWS
From any ANGLE that JOHN seen her (CENA)
This large nina make sure ya nephew and niece are slaughtered
And ya AUNT MAY find ya UNCLE BEN killed like PETER PARKER
Nigga the clip will be on ya head, you don’t need a barber
And that shit will “BOW!” like you when you greet ya father
I’ll kick in his door, walk in his home, start waving like I’m finna go
When I’m licking ain’t no envelope
I’ma hit ya sensei, ya grandfather, I’ma kill ya folks
I’ma bring the Maggie to that yellow family like the Simpsons show
Y’all niggas know I’ma sling him, them 9’s I’ma bring em
And I bring the war to park (waterpark) like Wild Water Kingdom
I’m bringing the heavy can, any problems I’ll let the semi blam
If things go South Park soon as you walk I’ll (Kyle)
Make sure you get caught man (Cartman) how can he (Kenny) stand? (Stan)
Y’all catch that? Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Stan
Man that’s why this chinky hates me
If it’s problems I’ll get the shit jumping like Mr. Hanky
Now lastly they told me
By the looks of his eyes he might be sleepin on you
So I better come with it
I should be scared of his freestyles and horrified of Dumbs writtens
Had me like “shit in this battle Dumbfounded gonna cook and eat me”
Nah just kidding
SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!
I said Dumbfounded gonna cook and eat me? Nah, just kittens
HAHH!!!!

[Round 3: Dumbfounded]

I’m opening up for Pat Stay and Charron, shake my head
I started this nerdy shit, this the motherfuckin thanks I get?
I get the club going up like ILOVEMAKONNEN
You get in the club droppin names like “I’m with Nick Cannon”
He rocks expensive shit and licks his lips like LL Cool J over here
The difference is you’ve been rappin bout dudes ya whole career
By the way what’s all that shit on ya neck? What’s all that shit mean?
Oh I get it, we all make mistakes when we’re fifteen
This is where me, Tunechi and Wiz link
We got grown man tats lil Tyga, that shit is Kid Ink
How much work could they done on you?
Matter fact that’s the only time you’ve had a gun on you
Ratatatat butterflies on your back
And some Chinese letters that don’t mean jack
Every battle you do is a short film
Oh you got unlimited ammo? Does that mean I could have force fields?
Does that mean I could have orc sword shields
A giant hammer that Thor wields?
Does that mean I could have orbs, pills, potions to level up more skill?
Just cuz you talk about guns doesn’t make it more real
You’re a dork still
While you and ya crew was playing Gangster: The Gathering
I went on a couple dates with ya family
Met his mama on Tinder, thought we had something special
I leaned in to kiss her, she said “SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST ME YOU!”
So I holla’d at his Auntie, real polite, real respectful
I thought she’d want me
But she said “SLOW IT DOWN! THAT’S MY NEPHEW”
My last resort was his sister, I knew I’d be successful
I was like … all aggressive with it like “let me hit!”
She said “SLOW IT DOWN! I’MA LET YOU!”
It’s funny how you think Organik is your friend but he’s just exploiting you
He’s like Nick Cannon at the end
But after this I may never have to battle rap again
But you, you’ll be back up here again
Battling with him, battling with them
Battling with enemies, battling with friends
What’s your name sir? Jim? You’ll be battling with Jim
With you it’s a never ending battle and the battle never ends
The end…

[Round 3: Conceited]

We was supposed to battle 2009 in Grind Time with the bars you ran
So what we need relay for?
You was pissed, I was buzzin, if we battled you would be a corpse
So that shows I been made John mad in (Madden) ’09 like EA Sports
I mean I thought you would sign a deal
You mad cuz my views are climbing mills?
I know that shit was driving him crazy, like when you behind the wheel
I shoot and fire steel that’ll pop at ya
And I light 8 sticks like it’s Hanukah
Just to get you/jew capped like a yarmulke
That’ll erase this (Racist) mark like a swastika
I load and flash steel, that’s photographers
And the can it’ll (Canada) cap it all (Capital) like Ottawa
Yo I’m boxing ya if we brawl up in this place
You’ll get knuckles all up in ya face
And ya head be knocked off like the Jordans that y’all make
So y’all go and gave me this Chino in TO
Who eats soup named miso and he’s called a hero?
Nigga I will take every dollar you got if ya gwap got zeroes
Like that movie they was shooting, Heat
Al Pacino’s in the cast and Rob Deniro
SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!
I said we’re shooting heat, I’ll put Chino’s in a cast and rob deniro
You take this Asian pride shit so far
Your favorite battle rapper is probably Math
I mean, there’s nothing left to talk about
You’re so Asian, when you get hungry you argue with ya girl on purpose
So she can put you in the dog house
You take this Asian pride shit so far, you probably love Ryu
And ya 2nd favorite battle rappers Tsu Surf
Cuz he puts his rhymes in subtitles
I should let the snub light you right now, you’ll let the pipe blaow?
Nigga pipe down, you ain’t got the MAGNUM for PROTECTION to pop
Con, dumb (CONDOM) it’s not in your LIFESTYLE
I need you to tell me right now
Why do you use “R’s” instead of “L’s” when you speak?
He be like “Herro!” my favorite rapper is Ril Wayne
I mean now that’s the truth, I ain’t racist
I don’t know if that’s something you do cuz you’re Asian
But in this battle I’ll give you a L so you can use it in ya language
That Ruger get to banging
Put you in ya place if you coming for Con dough (Condo)
Go realer (Gorilla) with the bananas
For the monkey business wherever con go (Congo)
Why would you think a nine would miss (Anonymous)?
Bullets have no name but they still coming for John though (John Doe)
Y’all know SONS created a lane for any battler that has bars
Even when you Asian will break
And somebody down and killin em, that’s ours
No, when you Asians will break and somebody down and killin em
That’s SARS
So even if he did say he’ll boil me like Ether when he bust guns
These blickers kick back like 3 Ninjas
You Rocky? Put the colt to ya tum tum
And if you did have a gun
You would give nobody the bucks, you like Lush One
HANHHH!!!!

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