360 - Rone vs 360 lyrics

[Round 1: 360] When I first met Rone, he was wearing a gay top hat I said, "First things first f**head...take off that" On his iPhone, this f*ggot got a gay p**n app Your mate called Matt Rag, he wants his baseball hat and his skateboard back He's the type to crack at a DJ playing Akon tracks Get in his face like, "Motherf**er where's the Asop at? You sound lame on tracks I doubt that Grind Time are paying you When I was back home doing drive-bys on kangaroos This motherf**er was doing high 5's to skater dudes The first song he made was, "I'm Black With Pride" The second song he made was called, "In Fact I'm White" He listens to Jura**ic 5 Watches re-runs of Drake on Degra**i High And puts his fists in the air and screams "Rap's alive!" You on some 120 sh** b**h You ain't even half of me He's such a f**ing p**y he makes Carter Deems look like Charlie Sheen Time c*nt! [Round 1: Rone] Yo, the bulk of the dirt that I got on your country Was after watching 10 minutes of Crocodile Dundee But Lush said I should get pumped for the occasion cause You're like your country's smartest non Asian Yo, it's a novelty still but with all of my sk** If you thinking I'm gon' say some dumb sh** like Steve Irwin or Keith Urban...I probably will Yo, so f** if it's well written you gon' need well wishes This is gon' get ugly as Mel Gibson's self image Yo, I'll call your girl a beast with a yeast infection You'll still call her "Clementine" You get her thighs, spread 'em wide, I bet it smell like Vegemite You wanna go with the girl games well s**er let's spar I got her phone number and hit the text hard For my next charge, someone get Ken Starr Send her a picture with my dick in my hand like Brett Favre AND I'M AMERICAN AS sh*t! I'm Honest Abe mixed with Johnny Wayne Mixed with John McCain, mixed with John Mcclane So f** your standards for quality f** your cultural oddities f** your boomerangs, your Fosters, your koalas, your wallabies I'm the coroners for foreigners You're sewn up for Hell So welcome to America...go f** yourself [Round 2: 360] I can't believe that any of these dudes thought I'd never defeat you You've got the build of a h**n needle And the face of a lesbian eagle So your best friend is a seagull And you're acting all mean Homie you're not clapping at fiends you f**ing flapping them wings I bet The Eagles are his favorite band You vers' Kid Caustic look like two Emu's doing the mating dance If I was there I'd stand up and be like, "f** Rone" Pulled out my boomerang and k**ed two birds with one stone Yo, if I lived at his stupid house I'd crack his jaw Because he keeps making rooster sounds everyday at the crack of dawn I bet when he first heard of a team called the Atlanta Hawks Is the only reason this f*ggot is a fan of sports So I understand why you standing there looking all chirpy son It ain't cause you're happy it's cause you look like a bird you c*nt And with that blue head standing there, acting like it's all good But whenever you get angry motherf**er everyone gets awkward Time [Round 2: Rone] Maybe cause I'm at my peak or your twisted family tree They call you "Uncle 60" but you're looking like an aunt/ant to me And I give a sh** less if this b**h is 6'10" Hands swinging across your face like Big Ben Plus my gun talk dirty as a f**ing pig pen I hit a homer with your Barbie and let the Cal' rip Ken If I had to get you, really grab a pistol, it's that Magnum issue To blast a missile, with that long magazine like the fall fashion issue Yo, but you got Internet goons that would ride in a millisec' Cause you're the Internet nerd that made it out of the Internet You even went Go Karting Then went in an accident and got your scrotum ripped I don't have a punchline I just thought America should know of this Yo, it's not so smart to Go Kart but don't be startled You're not going crazy, but you almost lost your marbles So, you an action sports dork or yet it would seem Letting off steam by yelling extreme Mountain Dews, mountain dudes Your bros got mohawks, think hardcore is an art form Of fist pumps and sick jumps Like rock climbing and hang gliding and zip lining and cliff diving And aaaaahhh, a lot of this A lot of that's going on [Verse 3: 360] Yo, your dress code is sh** You need some men's clothes that fit You gay as f** whenever you say a punchline you bend both your wrists And I bet Rone gets pissed when people say he's metro or b**h But what else can you say when you make Fresco and Twist look hetro as sh**? And on the net he says dumb sh** Like, "I'm just hanging with a bunch of black friends" But when you know him in real life you realize he doesn't have them f*ggot, you crew up in the country with your cousins and pets And when you wanna go camping you just jump the back fence Ayo, f** Rone's life Yo, this c*nt's so white that his mom's Snow White He's never been outdoors but he's had sunstroke twice And he acts like he's black but f** knows why b**h cracker, you probably get skin cancer from one strobe light I can see your aura...I can feel it It's white as f**! I'd tell it to get some thicker skin but it's literally impossible for this f*ggot to lighten up Time c*nt [Round 3: Rone] Honestly yo, 360 yo, your whole sh** doesn't bother me And I've been meaning to thank erection for all the vagina it's gotten me sh**, my friend's little sister even thinks that you're hot That little b**h is a dyke though, addicted to twat! Yo evolution is getting twisted so what kind of man is this? b**h you look like Ke$ha with Chelsea Handler's dick So if I should be so lucky as to have myself a gringo I'll raise my child right and have my baby eat your dingo Lake monster, giraffe, motherf**ing flamingo You the vanilla Denzel well I'm the vanilla mandingo Yo, and your junky's swags heavy with that wine house flavor Making Caddy's behavior look like Tammy Faye Baker This skeezer never has a condom, but he always has an answer Like, "I've got a rubber band and a Milky Way wrapper" Yo, with no letters, '60's finished minus his flimsy gimmicks I think I see B.S./CBS like I'm watching 60 Minutes So I'll go dininin on in a matter of 60 seconds 'Til your dinner is gone then I'll eat 60's seconds Yo, I stay focused and blessed, I'll open your chest And a flood hit your home while we hope for the best Now your empathy lies with the homeless and dead Cause you know what it's like to be in over your head