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cadalack ron vs caustic - grind time now lyrics

[round 1: cadalack ron]
there’s nothing wrong with being a felon that’s proud of his skin type
ask miklo
i may be white on the outside, but i’m brown on the inside
you don’t compare to ron
i seem sleazy, but this scene needs me
me and g.t. go together like slamming c0ke and hero-on
i’m more gangster than a o.g. parolee o.d.ing
watching a whole season of gangland marathon
well what do you know?
it’s that kid from the message boards
i never noticed, but i know this
your nose is almost as stretched as most of your metaphors
you’re an awkward blog nerd
hoping to be the dude that got ron
if you got served by okwerdz, you’d brag about it on rapmusic.com
lush, you didn’t tell me this was a two-on-one battle; that’s scandalous, bro
cause i can easily dismantle your flows, but i don’t know if i can handle that nose

[round 1: caustic]
cadalack doesn’t have a lot of black friends
cause usually the first impression is bad
but it doesn’t help that your car’s registered tags are small confederate flags
which is strange, cause your voice sounds like your imitating a mexican man
even your white supremacist dad said that you robbed rheteric bad
which reminds me
dear diary
it’s ron again
over the summer i got into extreme dieting
i find drugs like speed enlightening
not to mention the fact that it makes me run at the speed of lightning
when the police chase me now it’s not even frightening
and when i sleep on the sidewalk i can’t even feel the mosquitos bite me
it’s been hard to raise money for drugs since my parents cut me off entirely
i had a job selling used cars for my dad, but he fired me
okay, i have to go now
it’s getting hard for me to keep writing these
cause i only get fifteen minutes on the computer in the library
see that? homeless people are easy targets
you probably sleep in a park so often
after this the bar exam squadron
is going to have to bury you in a cardboard coffin

[round 2: cadalack ron]
look at this hockey team reject
i’m the biggest monster you’ve seen yet
you got no offensive reflex
so when i sock him in the face and the blood gets his beak wet
don’t sweat, it’s won’t matter
he’s sponsored by kleenex
you’re the fake impostor version of real deal, with soul khan’s nose
at the last gurp-out, i laid some lines out
and this motherf-cker’s nostrils stole ron’s blow
whoa
how does that shnozz even sit on kid’s face?
how do you keep your head straight, and what’s your strategy
from keeping your center of gravity from having to be displaced?
everyone knows this b-tch is a big fake, you union city disgrace
so i guess it’s no mistake you didn’t get any sp-ce on the new fresh coast mixtape
f-ck a mixtape, you never made a real cd
he used to practice his thizz face
just in case he fulfilled his dreams of being on treal tv
everything they say is true
i been making moves and paying dues
ever since you were in skater shoes
practicing your mortal kombat raiden moves
how the f-ck are you…

[round 2: caustic]
you worship h.t., b-tch
after this you’re probably going to buy us some beers
how you going to diss the hockey team?
it looks like you’ve been hitting the f-cking ice for years
yeah, you got some quotes
but the fact that you go to narcotics anonymous is a joke
how come when somebody offers you dope
you can’t control yourself like a responsible adult?
you dropped out of hollywood high, to walk around hollywood high
if any of y’all got a bl-wj-b on santa monica drive, it was probably a guy
your parents said your intervention was an embarr-ssing arrangement
cause halfway through it you fell asleep on the stairs
naked, with nothing but your hair for a blanket
when the jungle starts shooting people up, watch ron get excited
you f-cking junkie, let’s just hope they amputate the arm that you write with
welcome to the league, f-ggot, you’re now rapping with the finest
this dumb f-ck learned his a-b-c’s from contracting hepat-tis
and when will this mutant realize that it’s the heroine melting down your face?
you’re a grownup now, ron, it’s time to wear your f-cking belt around your waist

[round 3: cadalack ron]
are you f-cking kidding me?
how does it feel to know your last battle was one of the worst in fresh coast history?
i’m savage
you’re average
your rapping’s like trying to get a package on sunday
you’ve got no delivery
cause you want to be top tier so bad, dog, you hardly even tough
i swear, watching you and mic phenom battle
was worse than watching r-t-rded people f-ck
you style burglar, i’m a child murderer
i k!ll wack kids
how come the best line you had in that battle was a reference to illmac’s jizz?
no matter how much b-tch sh-t this d-ckless kid spits
this linguistic misfit’ll slit his wrists quicker than breakfast grits
missing bisquick with extra swiftness
listen, let’s get specific, his whole existence is fict-tious
a living wish list to be the switch-hit mistress of kid twist in his b-tch’s lipstick
stick to your other interests, like kick-flips, cause on the spit tip
you’ll get dismissed by thdis s-d-stic twisted whiz kid
when i rip this infant wide open like rich kids and gifts on christmas

[round 3: caustic]
you got the oldest fill-ins, that’s no one’s feeling
plus, you look like owen wilson
if a cobra bit him in the throat and k!lled him
this is the only cadalack that takes keys in his -ss
the reason is that, i don’t mean speakers and amps
when i say he puts twelves in his trunk and gets beat from the back
you look like stevie nicks ‘cause in the year of the rat
your dad bought a 1973 grand marquis in green and black
and you were conceived in the back…to fleetwood mac
you ain’t hard at all, sipping up forties of armor-all with your homies from art cl-ss
y’all think this phony’s a hard match?
b-tch, show me the carfax
okay, i get it, you’re a talking car, but kitt from night rider rhymes tighter
and anybody who’s ever recognized you thinks you’re existereo’s driver
you just can’t stop me, ronny
there’s no way i’m getting f-cked over
not until i prove this jalopy’s just an overrated cup holder
you had it good in l.a., ron
but the drugs they’ve been feeding you made you f-cking inferior
so what’s the good of owning a cadillac if you f-cked up the interior?

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