Grind Time Now - Real Deal vs Fresco lyrics

[Round 1: Real Deal] Now you dissed Phrases and the whole core of Florida's best But take a second to explore Fresco's formula for success The first thing he does before he comes out with his lines Is reiterate he's emo, like it somehow slipped our minds But I can predict your rhymes Fresco I know all of your tactics Google one liners then drop the insults on a tablet Then bulk up the wack sh** with multi-syllabics It's just smoke and mirrors all he'll do is call me a f*ggot And 'Swangz bodied you in three Alpha was really smashing Fresco too But he kept it real and didn't tell a million f*ggot friends to boo Yogel is the Mic Klub champ, that's great to see him get his shine After you beat him off that Michael Phelps vague pre-written line? You've got a George Michael swagger to go with Elton's personal traits Clay Aitkin's appeal to match with Freddy Mercury's AIDS Hands at my shows get thrown up like a burger you ate While they put dollars in your g-string while you working the stage Fresco's his work name Antony, I know your occupation You roll with an empire of strippers, but shhh it's a covert operation [Round 2: Fresco] This ain't hip hop, know enough b**h stop When Kid Rock gets pissed off he just shops at Big Lots Sorry Trevor I couldn't find where you mobile home is We all know how he likes to keep rollin', rollin' He's proud of his rig except the cup holder's broken But the beds look like wings when they're folded open I don't suppose you're content with your life When you sleep on an inflatable bed in the night Got a gas generator for electrical, right? And Christmas LED's are his regular lights When his dad lets him take the whip he's listening to Taylor Swift Riding Ford tough with truck nuts on the trailer hitch He's got an automatic he ain't really stick shifting Back window got a sticker of that little kid pissing Plus the TV antenna that extends to the cab A bunch of different bumper stickers and confederate flags So after I k** this low life I'll bounce Go find his spouse and ghost ride their house [Round 2: Real Deal] Listen man, I know you love your man, but you ain't have to move in and take his sh** Now you're the victim getting hit in an abusive relationship When he gets off work, have a cold brew and his favorite dish Or presto, Fresco gets a bruise on that face of his This battered b**h is reckless You're gonna get your d**h wish Melissa Etheridge, get off the crystal meth binge Don't cut your wrists, decorate Match ceilings, drapes and mantels Something to fill the space that still just aches cause Will & Grace is cancelled And I didn't care if you're from Paramore in those bands and made music But cut the f**ing lesbo bangs that makes your head do these random gay movements [?] thinks they'll slide cause he got a pole up in his house In high school he was most likely to hold one in his mouth Yo, we know what you about, sh** is written in stone Go back to Rockford you won't find a single chick that he boned You call his former pops he'll tell you how he was quickly disowned When he saw this b**h on Youtube crying like, "Leave Brittany alone!" [Round 2: Fresco] Ask your mom about me Trevor, she'll say, "He is an all star!" I was beating it raw hard, she needed a mouth guard Damn near paralyzed the b**h, it's not easy to walk far So now she works where he kicks it, as a greeter at Wal-Mart She got a powered scooter while he's rolling a cart Y'all spend a lot of time together now you're growing apart Wait, I know that you're smart But the Real Deal was Holyfield so you're only real if I put a hole in your heart The lights dim for fatalities I'm choking this mark Let's see if Rob Van Winkle can still glow in the dark I took this battle here just for the hell of it Last night he dreamed he finally beat somebody relevant He's like, "I beat Fresco. It's actually happening." But it wasn't real Deal, that was a fantasy So after you battle me, it's back to reality Supporting half of your family on your factory salary [Round 3: Real Deal] I'm Real Deal Holyfield, right? But this kid's so gay You never thrown a punch in your life but just swing both ways Now this skinny MC is a motherf**ing gimmick to me We're both midwest but p**y it's two different leagues I spit rhymes, the only thing you're spitting is skeet We both get in your sister's jeans you do it literally Homie, I'm an alcoholic, you're a shopaholic When they ask when you're coming out they're probably talking closets I'm drunk at bars, k**ing mics, carrying on with business You're slumber parties, pillow fights and marathons of chick flicks You say bullsh** like, "As if" and think tanning is fabulous You'd take a bullet for Brad Pitt and seek a man with a fashion sense Homie I'm making bread while you taking Ry/rye out on a date And I raise a kid you need a towel to wipe 'em off your face You think dame's ain't pursuable, nature is beautiful Dudes break in your booty hole while you painting they cuticles Chicago is not your city it's your favorite musical