Grind Time Now - Real Talk vs Carter Deems lyrics

[Round 1: Carter Deems] Real Talk you're the dumbest dude I'm a cracker I get cream like a Dunkaroo And I've already been shot at today and it wasn't you Over the course of this battle I'll probably be shot and stabbed Put in a box or bag Lose my mom and dad Which is awfully sad He'll probably call me a drag I should be honestly mad But I'm not cause your rhymes are so awkward and bad I'm both awesome and rad I should be kicking ally's and grabs This is Grind Time, I rhyme more than a hobby or fad This is more than flossing and swag We know you're a boss with a Mag but my mind's above those foreign thoughts like the Austrian flag You sell d** and shoot guns, you're a real hero guy Who's stomach has more self inflicted marks than an emo's thigh You say you flip O's we know you don't need those pie Wanna fight tonight? It's dynamite, I'm shifty like Uncle Rico's eyes Cause if you beat me it's seriously conspiracy like RICO crimes I'm the illest dude, mastered a million moves like Dean Malenko's mind But he's in the streets and he reload's nines Don't grip the steel, still make your ego slide like Craig Ehlo's spine at the free throw line Oh yeah, I can do a handstand in a Grand Am, damage this cat Jean Claude Van Damme, forget HAM I'm going panic attack And that topic is quite ironic, I saw him eating ham in the back Over at the bar like, "Uh, can I get a sandwich with that?" Your beard looks like it's been dancing with rats I've been planning attacks much weirder than touching mannequins back I'm really smart...I know a lot of animal facts How random is that? I'll dismantle his back Try to hang with me I'll cut your hammock in half Instruments of d**h, I keep swinging til the mandolin snaps Tiiiime [Round 2: Carter Deems] He's dead I leave him red like Russia Who's your favorite battler? If you say Real Talk I probably won't trust ya If you want to go to war the guns won't help ya I ride with a sword on my side like Zelda Fly like Delta He knows he don't want Carter Daniel Deems I'm fly, wear socks and sandals with my jeans Your black tee well to me look like it don't fit So take a note from Syd and wear something big Then you, admit that you're fat and that you could be Really quite skinny if you gave up all the cookies But he really wasn't even the fattest before the drastic gain When his pants had belts instead of elastic Valium is what he's popping now, take two of these it knocks him out Kid, stay away from Waffle House Can't be king of your mama's house forever I'm just saying he has breasts you can see them through his sweater They are here and you're you are a heffer Jog it out, jog it out, jog it out, jog it out Real Talk jog it out, Real Talk jog it out Start jogging now that's what you and your trainer talked about Tiiime [Round 3: Carter Deems] I'm nuclear fission, fuel efficient you're full of fiction, Real Talk I got him hook, line and sinker, I will reel Talk Forget that I hit him with that combo like I open a steel vault Better yet, aim for his neck, hit him with that real Hawk I mean I'm gonna pick up an actual bird by it's feet Slap you in the face in the beak then repeat 'til there's a red mark on your cheek It's the end of the week, this parasite can barely bare to write Every night and day Scared of mics apparently paralyzed when he shares the light and stage You got the pound? Get pounded I'm prepared to fight today He's well rounded stay grounded like a pair of Nike's that fade Carbon scars you got the sharpest bars don't care I'll fight the blade Carter spars with armored cars my lines compare to live grenades Hibernate, you'll perish in barracks and drop from scary heights to grave His parents embarra**ed to watch me bury this Barry White with braids [Real Talk] Yeah I look like Barry White. f** y'all! [Carter Deems] I'm just kidding, I'm just here to spread joy peace and love Make a joyful noise, here have a hug I'll slap his snub, grab the slug, chew 'em up, spit sick hope he catch a bug Then I'll, then I'll, I'll break in his house...you have a really nice rug Then I'll go to your living room...watch an episode of Scrubs Then I'll slap you in the face while I wear your moms gloves Then I'll, then I'll apologize cause I really think we can be buds Tiiiime