Grind Time Now - Rone vs. Eleagle lyrics

[Round 1: Rone] Yo, when I first heard I was battling Eleage I said "I'll sh** on him" Cause I got a buffet of ways that I can get at him See I could easily get on some midget sh** and start ripping him But what could I say really? He has to live with it So let's get to rapping, no fu*kING around My rhymes are top shelf...something you know nothing about Unless you had a stepping stool See I seen the pictures you lame b*tch Looking like Ricky Ricardo, but he couldn't explain this When I seen him, that sh** went off Like nightly he picks a thong, puts some glitter on Goes to whatever gay's call titty bars And does a special rendition of The Whisper Song Yo, twenty dollars says he chokes and begs for the Heimlich Just as a ploy so guys get behind him But listen, random f*g jokes leave the realm of funny and drift into disgusting When you realize he looks at guys and actually thinks about f**ing How could you convince me you're straight, you couldn't do nothing I could walk in on you and a hot b**h humping I'd still think you were fronting, say you were bluffing Like she did it for money or was a stuffed dummy or something And if he uses gay jokes Well now we know why he writes them so well Cause he just lists things he doesn't like about himself [Round 2: Rone] Well now I'm soaked and I can't understand what he's spitting about The only thing I got from that last round is that his tongue is too big for his mouth Yo, f** this cat he s**s at rap, I'll pop him like bubble wrap He could probably fill a bubble bath By standing over a tub and saying, "Suffering succotash" I've heard of swagger jacking but damn it son from Daffy Duck And on hot summer days when the fire hydrant's not flowing Luck for us have Eleage the poet And for every stanza he speaks Little kids run under the stream and start dancing in the streets Just kidding you su*k! Seriously you're a horrible speaker Now apologize to New Orleans for running your mouth and causing Hurricane Katrina You said your strengths are punchlines and vocab Well boy you're toast cause my punches hit harder and they're more verbose So you saying sh** about ripping this Roney kid apart Cause be considered little less than an erRONEous remark And I get better everyday so don't wall in sorrow b*tch Just be happy you didn't catch me tomorrow [Round 3: Rone] Listen, I use gay jokes not cause I can't conjure witty sh** to say But before I even seen the pics I literally did think that sh** gay Like really really really gay as sh** And what's worse is you won't claim the sh**, you're faking it You're not the type I be patient with So I fillet this b**h to bacon bits Looking like the grown up son of Jason Kidd f**ing mustachioed, four and half year old Not to brag or boast Well...to both brag and boast I got style to smash your dome Crack your skull, smack your bones like a pistachio 'Til this ba*tard's home is in catacombs Stop it! See, ELEAGLE...might be something this fake b**h tries to be And that name might make him a tight MC if you were going for irony Eleagle please don't fu*kING lie to me Eleagle? I don't know, you seem pretty lawful And after you take the L, you'll just be awful b**h in f**ing disguise, never broke a law once in his life Except for sodomy and child p**nography See at ah, Neverland Ranch you were the number one poser Say you're straight, I'll call you the world's number one poser I'm the dopest, see me posing for a #1 poster Eleagle, well hombre, I'm the world's number one poacher