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plazma vs tantrum - flip top lyrics

[round 1: plazma]
mic check
y’all ready
welcome to the philippines, jason
you chinese slash malaysian f*g
don’t think you’re top tier just ’cause you got here
or i’m raving mad
you got no place in rap
like a real asian american you should’ve just stayed in class
get straight a’s in math
’cause you’re facing satan’s wrath
[?]
creating plagues on tracks
i’m never impressed with your status
i’m like your asian dad!
’cause face it, tan’
you’re on a losing streak and you’ve only beaten the lamest cats
you wanted this battle to be promo becausе after what happened with dumbfoundеad, you’re just scared of losing to another asian man
and b*tch, i ain’t fooled by your angry asian act
you’re just a clown, you only aim for laughs
your bars are mostly jokes mixed with a lot of nerd sh*t, you should be ashamed of that
so you use your raw aggression to cover up those painful facts
homie, friday the 13 is my lucky day, why would i be afraid of jason’s mask?
and to gain more fans, you made a song with skarm
even called you the dragon from the west, that’s h*lla embarrassing, tantrum
because my fists of fury can shatter the dragon
you failing in this game of death, that’s how they’ll remember the dragon
here in flip top, i’m the big boss, call me bruce lee, my knife will enter the dragon
and real talk, after grind time you went downhill and started to live in delusion
then you decided to battle in kotd but the only mcs you k!lled were ‘illusions’
and plus pariah exposed you, so it ain’t a robbery when you lost to him
and don’t say you bodied cadalack ron, ’cause drugs already bodied him
but still your psychosis continued, making you a holocaust victim in a don’t flop arena
so in conclusion, you’re just like dirtbag dan, conquering this league will be an unsolved enigma (anygma)
[round 1: tantrum]
for y’all that don’t know
this is tantrum, the most vicious pr*ck in action
mr. original angles served in a hard*hitting fashion, know to f*ck up your inner sanctum
this sissy plazma likes to gripe at opponents and predict the tactics
trying to antic*p*te what type of punches to have this b*tch attacked with
you see it’s either that [?] dialect or that nose because it’s big and massive
but real mcs don’t b*tch and nag, they get in the ring and give the fans an instant classic despite having any physical disadvantage
and as for your speech and diction lacking
i give a sh*t if this kid is having difficulty spitting in the english language
’cause we don’t need no sh*tty accent to know that this b*tch’s lyrics be consisting of simplistic wack sh*t
you be trying to use wordplay as if you know this sh*t’s witty
you think it’s dope but it’s silly
like that line you told to sin city
“i’m satan ’cause i just owned sin”
holy sh*t, really?
what the f*ck does it mean to own a sin?
is that some treasure that a kid found?
do you buy it at the mall?
can you get it at a discount?
it’s evident he lacks a level of intelligence in his rounds
let’s see you fool them into giving you credit for your sh*t when you gotta make sense of what you spit now
and you’re a horrorcore rapper, but he’s even worse on that music tip
he’s like: “once you’re entombed in an iron maiden, you’re a cannibal corpse, eaten by a morbid angel**”
f*ck outta here with that stupid sh*t!
do you even know what an iron maiden is?
it’s a tool for torture used for stabbing your frame at every applicable angle
no one gets eaten and it’s got nothing to do with cannibals or angels
go ahead, plazma, tell us the meaning of that sentence i quoted…
that’s right b*tch, you don’t even know what that meant when you wrote it
so don’t be fooled when they give you cheers for the sh*t you spit ’cause you richly spirited
it don’t mean you the sickest lyricist
you’re a bit delirious
kicking this nonsensical gibberish, we can hardly take your writtens serious
just for forming a cohesive sentence this b*tch is inexperienced
who gives a sh*t about an accent when you start speaking english period!
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[round 2: plazma]
so yeah he’s making fun of my english when i’m spitting these lines
yo that’s funny, that’s coming from a guy who got smashed by a thesaurus back in 2009
yo, and you want to make fun of iron maiden line, that’s bad, f*ggot
iron maiden is a f*cking band, f*ggot!
yo december 8, you faced off against dirtbag dan, but n0body got the w
’cause you and dan had battles with a million views
so y’all assume it’ll be a colossal feud
but then y’all realize it was an awful move
’cause four months later he only got 14,000 views
wanna know the awful truth?
the million views you got before was not because of you!
and if y’all will continue that league, i hope not
but just in case y’all will, don’t call it battle of the zae, call it the opposite of don’t flop
and let’s go back to your match against illusion z
there’s one thing i learned, b*tch
second round he spit some painful sh*t and i can see it in your eyes that you were hurt, kid
and if you do a little observing
tantrum never rapped about f*cking a chick
so a little respect, i guess you deserve it
why? ’cause at least you’re honest about the fact that you’re still a virgin
and even if you lost the keys to your chastity belt, you’re no longer sad and depressed
you just stayed at home and watch movies
you’ve been doing it for such a long time, you no longer want p*ssy
and you rather talk to your online buddies then to talk to groupies
your life is very uninteresting
up ’til now you still don’t know the benefits that s*x brings
and i bet you still cover your f*cking eyes every time there’s a s*x scene
’cause truth is, you’re still a youngin’ at heart
bullied back in the day, now he’s protecting his scars
he screams at his opponent’s faces, pretending he’s giving threatening bars
but like what i said earlier, he just pretends to be hard
and he’s really friendly to all
always stalking me on facebook with smiling faces, all i wanna say is, stay away from me, dog!
here’s my advice, get out of your house more
you’re a 29 year old virgin, time to change up
it’ll make you better mc straight up
in other words you really should step your social life game up
[round 2: tantrum]
those corny f*ckin’ virgin jokes are unacceptable, paolo
because i was at the red light district having s*x with your mom though
she was dying to [?] as soon as we met in the brothel
the only problem is almost fainted when i was stretching her tw*t hole
i had to drop an air freshener because her pekpek mabaho
see, anygma matched up ’cause we’re kind of the same with the gritty violence we portrayed before
when he couldn’t be mistaken more
this is the difference between cold and calculated, and playing crazy obsessed with playing games to paint in gore
we ain’t the same for sure
this is jason voorhees versus jason bourne
but you’re not the zombie or the cyborg, you’re just jason in its basic form
a man in a mask waving stained blades and serrated swords
but underneath you just a deranged stranger with his face deformed
but okay, we’ll compare characters and attribute fields
we’re like two fighters bred for different battling sk!lls
one enacts savage brutality to get cheap reaction at will
the other can target your character and actually k!ll
we’ve heard your track and hidden ambitions
your wack writtens sound like some sick and disturbing fanfiction
you some axe swinging f*ggot who stabs women
you slash ligaments, leaving feet, hands, adam’s apple, and abs missing
but f*g listen, i’m not one of your helpless trapped victims
you f*cking with an actual combatant moving down to rapidly fast rhythm
let’s see if your half*assed plan of attack works on the battle strategist tactician
i’m the type to antic*p*te your thoughts through your leading bar schemes
i can read your moves 10 steps ahead like your ddr screen
my peripheral vision senses every movement in quick detecton
so when you’re swinging your big machete fixin’ to get this kid dismembered
i’ll intercept then swiftly catch the tip of your wrist, twist the position and disarm your k!lling weapon
you reaching out to grip my neck then
i’m locking your wrists and poppin’ the sockets of your fingers next and
it’s gotten him p*ssed, he’s giving shots to my body when he kicks my chest in
he keeps kicking ’til he’s feeling mysterious muscle pains that suddenly hits and sets in
that’s when you realize that the misdirections in my trick defenses
i wasn’t just being a pr*ck when i had your fingers bent
see, i let the joints in your fingers disconnect so you can’t make a fist to hit me or even grip your weapon
and you thought you kicked my chest in
nah b*tch, i let you kick my chest in
so i can get my hands close enough to grip your leg within a millisecond
quick enough to stick in a hidden shiv and twist it in your achilles tendon
you can’t walk, punch, kick, lift yourself or even shift your leverage
ligaments crippled, your limbs in question is rendered ineffective
is the image setting?
all that’s really left is for him to kneel down to lift his head then wait for y’all to see me twist his neck
or leave this b*tch beheaded
my point is we have met with different standards
even your personals lack depth and have less of an impact
there’s no direction in your tactics
i’ll break down enemies while getting ’em dismantled
there’s no exception to this f*ggot
i’m at a level you’re never gonna master
’cause this has never been a matchup
this is a mentally demented savage with an chemical imbalance
testing his luck stepping to a professional assassin
two different types of k!llers but the difference is there’s a method to my madness
and that’s the reason why i always have the technical advantage
f*ggot!

[round 3: plazma]
so you’re looking forward to my brutality
that’s what you said in our last conversation
be careful what you wish for, that’s just like calling the demon
k!lling your kin, i don’t need a solid reason
i’ll come to your house with chainsaw and sickles
i’ll start with your chinese family
first i’ll give them raw incisions
then they’ll all get chopped to pieces
there’ll be chunks of yellow all over the floor like it was autumn season
for your malaysian family, it will be a more horrible torture
they’ll die in shackles
’cause i’ll tie them up in the living room, cut off their eyelids and make them watch zain azrai’s battles
and to further proves my hatred for you
i’ll bomb union city just to bring death to your crew
then i’ll bomb every asian country so you won’t get any views
yo, and when you decide to commit suicide
i’ll make sure it’ll be hardcore, no rest stop
when you slit your wrists of your throat, i’ll give you an armbar than a headlock
i don’t give a f*ck if you tap out
once you blackout, i’ll give knee strikes to your windpipes
you just got destroyed by mma, he’s kim slice
and i just proved that when i spit your fate will be awfully tragic
i can inflict the most horrible damage
you ain’t fit for this monstrous carnage
your style is just for kids, i give the gory kid matches
and now that you felt the full force of my madness
f*ck a hospital mattress, better start carving his casket
because i just put an end to tantrum like a responsible parent
and to all you b*tchass motherf*ckers overseas still underestimating our division, consider this an invitation
we’re all in war mode, we’ll dismantle any mc from your league with no hesitation
’cause views is the only thing y’all care for, right?
so we’ll give it to you in exchange for your morbid slaughter
and now that i put this dude to rest, who is next? shotty horroh

[round 3: tantrum]
in my last round i went light, it was no stressing
but i’m through playing with this hoe, check it
just ’cause you flip top’s horrorcore king doesn’t mean you can’t get k!lled with your old methods
so now i’m on brutality mode and you’re the star of my horror film
taking place in the corner of the world where failed abortions [?] are born to k!ll
you wake up with your face being force*fed to a foreman grill
the skin on your cheeks being torched, tortured and torn forth like an orange peel
if you’re aimin’ to survive then you were set for failure
you can’t defend yourself or send for help ’cause i’ll beat the remaining parts of the face you can’t protect or shelter
and put my knuckles to your forehead like i’m making you respect your elders
this is my battle realm, i’m taking your ass to h*ll
but i don’t need this slash plazma with a hatchet to leave this f*g impaled
i’d rather have him stabbed with the shards of glass from a broken bottle of san miguel
so when i hold my weapon, i aim straight for your lower section
poking flesh and turning your torso into an open exit
breaching into the hole of your solar plexus
ripping out organs to rope your neck with your own intestines
and hold it close to your throat like it’s a motherf*cking choker necklace
while you fighting for for air, trying to hold your breath
i’m giving you the vulcan death grip ’til be shoulder bones get separated to deformed portions and broken segments
i’m here to finish you off
the sound of you screaming in afflicted misery’s like you singing a song
i’m quick to give you incisions ’til your limbs are missing and gone
draining your veins in a bathtub they’re dripping upon
you’ll be laying in a pool of your own blood like dinuguan
see that’s a brutality session
it’s not just about having aggression
it’s a flow, cadence, vivid imagery packed in these sentence
with story*like active aggression that grabs your attention
basically everything you lack in expression
when you just randomly threaten to stab someone’s family members
with no style or passionate elements
you come off as an angry spastic suffering from manic depression
spittin’ just for the sake of sounding bad and offensive
so when someone who ain’t even a horrorcore rapper was better at your style
than the valuable lesson is you’re useless piece of sh*t average pathetic f*ggit who’ll never let his fans with any lasting impression
you should k!ll yourself!
you’re an obsolete model to your crew
you rely on protege, skarm, and anygma to hold down the english conference for you too
jedli and sincity been steppin’ up to polish what they do, while you never bother to improve
and if you want to break it down to followers and views, well fuego’s got the worst record and even he’s more popular than you!
f*ck outta here!

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