Grind Time Now - New Breed vs ATM lyrics

[Round 1] New Breed Ok I rap tighter, plus I look better That's why your wifey want my woody But if she wasn't a bird, I would peck her See I could talk about how his mom is the fattest cow And every time she watch my battles, she cracks a smile Or rebu*tal, for saying that I'm jacking styles While my bars elevate so I graduate without a cap and gown But I'd rather talk about how I run up, shoot at the crowd And put five of them in a box like Black & Mild's See you a rapping clown, you ain't built for this man sport He's used to watching Chris Rock with man who*es with flip-flops and tan shorts ATM, I never understood what that stands for. “Ass-Taco-Man.” See you a gay superhero When you're in the shower trying to shave, he gaze through the window Peepin' time, if I catch your a** creeping I'm squeezing arms It'll make him flip, hit more notes than a sing-along Grind Time Georgia was good, Its New Breed, I'm home Last time I arrived in Atlanta I set the heat alarm His girl know, she said it was cold and the heater Or you going to get close, that b**h will blow Yeah she the bomb I'ma keep it calm, cool and collective You try to get that work out, then the room get stretchered You running with New Orleans police, that's more than gay, that's truly contested Ya'll going to think I filmed the First 48, as soon as I pull up I'ma hop out shooting detectives [Round 1] ATM Aye, look, something's wrong with you f*ggot You must be too weeded b**h All of those rhymes were bitten You must be a new breed of fish Ayo, peep this. I've got an easy way to k** Breed today You look like the wrestler The Pope from TNA With the f**ing vocabulary of a speak n' say And he's got a pair of matching pussies that he shares with DNA New Breed? Who's he? It didn't take me half a month to see that he's too weak He's just another fake b**h who wants a shot at the kid who left Dan and the Jew beat I'm from New Orleans so what you peep is your breeze mixed with Bruce Lee Sons g**ned a b**h on a hotel bed room sheet and splooged leaked, which resulted in you Breed If you try to get face to face with my face you b**h, and face my fist Your face and chin would have a long distance relationship I hate this b**h. You should thank me and pay me kid Or at least shake my hand for giving you this main event, so thank me, damn Shake my hand! No f**ing don't. He probably just raped a man I'm having the greatest day, for him this isn't real fair If this is training day, I'm Denzel, and he's Snoop Dogg in the wheel chair Crack mouth f*ggot! [Round 2] New Breed Ok, Raps, I got a headful And I've seen your battle versus stareater, it was dreadful The can'll give him wings like the Red Bull when the lead pull If he lost the damn skrilla like he got the larger cream But me, I'm a [?] k**er I'll leave him handicapped like the match when you and Carter Deems lost to Amzilla That bang make you look like Matilda When I bang, these hammers'll k** ya, but in this ring I'm well rounded like Anderson Silva See I ain't come to play the race war, I came to let them apes roar And how I take them football numbers like I play sports Ask about me in these streets, you'll get your face torn As soon as I stepped on, I got rollin' like a skateboard You suicidal coke sniffer You should rap 'bout blades Or the acid that you're taking in your cracked out ways I catch him driving with that fat round face, shoot at his window He going to need a screen saver because this eraser will make his background fade He the type you call like “what you doing?” he say “Nothing. Coke.” Some stuff I don't like hearing from the fiend, like “let's do something dope.” Only crackheads could text on their phone while they're jumping rope With a headband, some steel toe boots and a bubble coat Being broke, I bet you do [?] I'ma take him out the game Ya'll going to think I'm aiming to pronounce his name the way I shoot at him See you a fruit salad. If I was Spanish he would probably say I hit the boarder of fences If I had a bumpy face, he would have said it's the morning sickness But I'm black so I could beat your a** while I'm ordering chicken ‘Cause you just a punching bag from the Florida Division [Round 2] ATM Aye! Shut the f** up, you're retarded and b**hing I'm not from the Florida Division, I'm from New Orleans You must be retarded with schisms Hey look, his b**h is a Cincinnati truck stop dwelling confused and high midget hooker And they got eight bada** kids that jump off the furniture like “Superfly” Jimmy Snuka He sips booze and wine because New's the guy That knew that I Would leave him crucified and butchered You know what? This motherf**er acts like he's bringing heat like the Middle East He tried to pay for the grill but couldn't get it, but at least he got that little piece New Breed won't get no kind of respect Especially when he's got “f*ggot” tattooed to the side of his neck Oh wait, that says “New Breed”, that's as f*ggot as you can possibly be Look, I hate this f*ggot. I'll break your gla**es It looks like you've got QP's earrings on. That's great, your cla**ic Look, I'll spit in some of the sickest ways that I'll rip your face You've got lice and sh** growing and infesting inside of your face You rode a bus to get here f** you, you big queer You probably want to lick his tits and kiss his beard You told Syd you'd give him some sh** for an ounce of weed and a razorblade You only battled in The Jungle because you were told [?] Fresco in a gay parade How to you expect to me making papers or even save a daily wage When you're face-to-face with God's wrath and Satan's rage [Round 3] New Breed Ayo, his name is Brandon Paul. He was smart as a geek Every day, he used to wash cars by the beach Made people laugh freestyling at the bar with his piece But bring that joker sh** to Breed and get a scar on your cheeks Now P and my boy Willy f**ed his mom in the store First he had to hit the ATM, ‘cause she's an entrepreneur He said he bust but he ain't realized the [?] was torn And months later out came Willy Wonka the fourth This grown kid eats lasagna with s'mores He put NASCAR seats in his Honda Accord The llamas squirt at this fruit basket I'm a hustler. I could pull out a bird like I knew magic He told my girl he was built like a house You're a true f*ggot She told him New Breed been doing construction, he remove attics And yeah you're right. You is from New Orleans That's where you do morphine There's only two things that could k** you Then just trying to find out which is stronger. New, or lean When this dude was 14 he started living the high life In basketball he didn't make the cut, but he tried twice But you ain't a quitter. I ain't going to lie, your drive nice But if you think you're on the road to success, I'd get him sideswiped He tells chicks that he's a light Dominican. This guy's white But I can get him cooked to a skin resemblance of fried rice See, I fire twice to the west so don't think you're safe in the south I'll put this gauge in your mouth I call it a gentleman, because it's going to pick you up when it's taking you out So what's all of this hating about? ‘Cause I'm a clip bucker? Aye, or ‘cause I know your mom used to get high in front of you and your big brother That's why you hate the sea, face and watch his sick mother She say breed, I can't believe it's not... Well wait. It is bu*ter You a dick s**er [Round 3] ATM Ayo Last time I was in Atlanta I got mad love cracking jokes against Stareater You're only a new breed because your mother was a dog breeder If you think this f**er already had bizarre features Wait until I put his brains on the wall like a Jackson Pollock art feature They say “ATM, you're great every time you're seen here and you drink beer and tell jokes and we cheer." But this time I didn't need to bring jokes because he's here This fake f** will be like: “The tech'll squeeze, no referees, his neck'll bleed, like tekken 3” Real is something you'll never be. You are just a lesser breed Basically more people would understand what you were spitting about If you didn't have every generic gun rappers dick in your mouth Look, I'll put my dick on your girls face to feel your lady And I'll put New Breed in a box like a stillborn baby You're new? I'm old school. Muppet Babies in the f**ing 80's This goof is garbage. Dumpster baby See look, I could rap that style better than you, get you in my view and embarra** ya And when I aim and click it's not because I'm shooting the camera The banger will blang you! Run in your living room, the toasters explode And leave guts on your TV like the Nickelodeon show Can you believe this murder? The man's k**ing You unknown S.O.N.S. clone, your crew should be called “grandchildren” I'm a mad villain leaving him with a bad feeling I don't need to let the gat k** him My words are enough to murder the virgin son of Katt Williams Experience hell b**h. I'm a force to be dealt with Why murder you with gun lines if I just k**ed you with a felt tip