Conceited vs. Cruger

Round 1

Cruger

You're a complete Fraggle

You look smaller and smaller each battle

Conceited, you’re so short it’s like Con's seated

And when Con’s seated his feet dangle

This is the first time he's come to England

He's so dumb he's stickin his phone charger in the wall 

Even though the plugs are different

Which is a bit like you talking about the guns you’re grippin

Cause he's trying to force it even though it doesn't fit him

You look like a fuckin child, I know that’s crazy from me

Okay I’m sorry but I’d rather have a baby’s face than a baby’s body

At least I’m a regular height and not a dwarf, you’re proper short

You're Math Hoffa’s second round versus Shotty Horroh short

How short is this dude? How small are ya shoes?

You’re a buffoon, I’ve rapped better when ordering food

And eaten Zinger Towers taller than you, you’re just a waste man

You look like one of those little monsters from space jam 

Got spray tanned

So I don’t wanna hear how you clap the 8 and let the ratchet spray

It loses all effect when you act so gay

You pose to the camera after everything that you say

So if he's ever pulled a magnum or blue steel it’s the Zoolander face

All the wordplay you have’s the same

I can see him trying to wrack his brains

Like how can he come up with another bar about cans or tres

I could probably count twelve times you’ve done wordplay about shells

And now when he says that he’ll buck it, it doesn't go down well

See he be talking reckless acting like we all should get it

When he puts a bunch of words together with forced connections

The sort of shit you’d never say in a normal sentence

It’s like a Chinese finger trap, you try to pull it off 

But it gets worse the more you stretch it

Conceited

I know the main question is, is this a grandpa or child that’s a Cruger

After a bitch fuck with em 

She don’t know whether to call herself a pedophile or a cougar

Y’all got me battling a dude older than Speed Racer 

But looks like a teenager

Nigga how do you look like a father and a toddler?

You the only dude that resembles a teenage kid again and a senior citizen

Matter fact I know you wish this toast came with cinnamon

But I buck it (bucket) on ya head and leave ya shirt red like Gilligan

I will have that thang splitting when that clip flare

I let that bitch air (heir) like Kate Middleton

Yo I hope you listening, so why you talking Cruger?

You known for dreams, I’ll spark the Ruger 

And you’ll get shot searching for a dream like Martin Luther

If this loser isn’t dead in a box then the docs gon X-Ray ‘em

After I put Cruger in a cast like Wes Craven

Nigga you can get wasted, but first kill his family with two techs

Shot in his boo chest, no sweater but I’m coming for crew necks

SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!

I said no sweat Eurgh, but I’m coming for Cru next!

Listen you will get wasted, but first kill his family with two techs

Shot in his boo chest, no sweater but I’m coming for crew necks

SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!

I said no sweat Eurgh, but I’m coming for Cru next!

You best believe I’m not worried if he say he had a gun

He’ll be a chef cuz he cook just like them

I ain’t worried about my head, I know he gon miss the bean

Cuz he looks just like him

That’s probably why your face is worried

And you know my raps will make sure your ass is buried

Given me that racket over the net 

You gonna lose Major like Andy Murray

Round 2

Cruger

You’re not the king of punchlines, you’re the king of bad puns

Your jeans are too skinny to fit a handgun

He’d be too scared of the noise it makes even if he had one

Forget a gun, it’s like Temple Run

One flick of a finger would make this little man jump

So you met Fox through text battling, how gay are you both?

They bonded through a common interest of jokes 

About how they’ll shoot people when they blatantly don’t

That’s an online relationship as fake as Charron’s

So ya crew's a bunch of fakers that met on a website

Why does no one clown him? 

If that was now, Catfish could’ve done an episode about him

But they go and act like the best and that’s so astounding

Called the S.O.N.S. (suns) cause they act like the Earth revolves around them

But if you ask me your writing is sloppy

A crew that came from the Internet and that ain’t the right clique (right-click) to copy

You wear Polo cuz you’re the size of a jockey

This is the midsection of you torso that’s why you get bodied

Talking about the guns that you bust like you’re bad guys

But that’s something that the SONS haven’t touched like tan lines

That’s why they don’t even get their facts right

They be talking about AK-46’s and Mac 9’s

Say you getting bitches but the way you act might 

Tell us you just go out with boys like a stag night 

I don’t know why you rap like you do

You wear leather vests and have spiky shoes

So don’t talk about guns, you ain’t that kind of dude

Act right, your swag's like the black guy from Blue (?)

It looks like you’re trying to go for the gay image

You should come out the closet and your clothing should stay in it

When you buy a hoodie you ain’t suppose to cut off each sleeve

Leather outfits is where he blows his money weekly

Who the fuck wears that shit? No one does, believe me

You be dressing fruity like a coconut bikini

Conceited

Now what bitch in her right mind would ever give him drawers?

I mean last night Charlie Clips fucked his bitch raw

And DNA came through and made that chick fall

And she know I’m next to slide in like a SIM card

This son is next to be in ya queen spot, Prince Charles

I put her on her knees make her get her lick on

Cru you better tame that stupid bitch

Cause as soon as we crossed she got nailed

That’s something that Cru should fix (Crucifix)

But instead he stay chasing the cat like Peppe Le Peu

While I keep putting her in more positions that look like wrestling moves

She lies to him like “No Cruger, let’s just stay friends and be cool”

But I should know that just kickin it is something that Freddy would do

That Dezzie (Desert Eagle) will shoot like Pilates and make ya body stretch

For thinking you the wildest (Wallace) you could get a lot of techs

I’ll start snappin’ like paparazzi, I hope you got a vest

If I look at you and see that what you got on you is fresh

Then you can get capped and jacked (Captain Jack) like Johnny Depp

Pull out that Shotty next and pop the thing

I’ll let it light up and ring like a slot machine

AKs, ARs, Glocks and Beams

My whole arsenal will start kicking like ya soccer team

And yes I said SOCCER and it’s not FOOTBALL

Now wait a minute, I know he’s thinking,

That super power bubble sense he has is tingling

He’s like, “I’m better at rap son, I’ll sever this wack bum

You talk about our soccer team 

You’re just jealous New York doesn’t have one, I ain’t jealous of that one

Now correction this is what it would look like 

If Justin Bieber was a tweeker

On a bunch of reefer and some dimes of the crack

You look so much like Ellen Degeneres

That’s the truth there’s no punchline for that

So if he ever said he’ll spray and grip chromes and dead and lift bones

It must be bedrock, the only thing Fred pop is Pebbles Flinstones

So I’ll see ‘em run up on ‘em and let the shells speak

And start shootin at Cruger like we on Elm Street

HAHNNN!

Round 3

Cruger

You’re little and girly and ya style is phony

You’re a one trick My Little Pony

You look like you’re younger than 18, don't front like ya crazy

It’s like Tellytubbies cause the face of the SONS (sun) is a baby

Saying shit like "I'll fire the llama and give em a clip"

Is pretty much the same as "I’m rhyming it darker and spittin’ it sick"

See my set ups are good cause I make ‘em creative

And relate to the punch as a way to explain it

But the way that you make ‘em is lazy and basic

Just slightly different ways of saying the same shit

Like I’ll burst the semi, squirt the Dezzie

Bang the toolie, clap the oozie, spray the gat, blaze the mac

Bust the lead, dump the tech, pop toast with the long nose

Dump clips when the slugs spit, 9 l peel, light the steel

Clap berettas, cans and hecklers

I’ll stop there cause I could do that forever

It’s not that hard to rhyme a bunch a different words for gats together

But that’s all he does in every acappella

He relies on that shit to make his rapping better

Because without it he’d be wack as ever

You use guns as a crutch like the bitch from Planet Terror

And if that’s where you get ya raps from

Without that crutch you wouldn't have a leg to stand on

He gets his act wrong trying tell us how mean he is

Repeating it to show us what the double meaning is

But he never means it so that means it’s shit

Fuck a double meaning if you don't mean it it’s meaningless

And Brooklyn is the place he repping

But his actual address is something that he ain’t addressing

Cause he grew up in Florida but hates accepting

The only son you could call Brooklyn is David Beckham's

His name is Reginald I could gun ‘em forever

On him talking bout guns cuz he fronts like it’s clever

But that scene with Dave Chappelle in The Nutty Professor

Is the only time you’d see Reggie fuck with a heckler

Conceited

Yeah he did say something about all them gun lines in it

But the whole thing we wanna know is can you punchline with it

Now listen … I will come through with ratchets on me, guns, clips, everything

I fucked it up, I’m freestyling and everything

Alright now for real, listen…

…

SIKE! You must be out yo damn mind!

I don’t know what y’all thinking, I would take everything Cruger own

Faster than y’all blinking

If anybody else got a dollar in here than we all thieving

It’s ironic how his name is Freddy Cruger 

But I’m the one that’s gonna rob England

That John squeezing then I’ll let a clip spin, shots take off this kids chin

You can get clocked

You’ll know what time it is when ours (hours) ring like Big Ben

Matter fact I can spit 10 and go crazy when I dump the can

I don’t care, where ya palace? I’ma be bucking ham

I said, I don’t care where your pal is, I’ma be bucking him

Matter fact, fuck the can, I ain’t even gotta let the thing spark ya

Cause this little shiny thing’s sharper

If I ain’t got a gun I’ll take the blade out to (the) rock like King Arthur

I will hound ya than let it fly

The last time you seen a big mac it came with extra fries

If he said he got a toast jam, it’s breakfast time

Paramedics gonna have to zip ‘em up cause this nigga dead, Rex & Shine

Nigga these type of pounds is not London money

And they not for exercise

So I’ll feed him the biscuit, see ‘em digest in time

SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!

I said I’ll feed him the biscuit to see him die just in time

I’ll feed him the biscuit, see ‘em digest in time

SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!

I said I’ll feed him the biscuit to see him die just in time

I don’t care if you live with ya wife, I show up to where that bitch reside

And start shooting at that place 'til she crashes and ya princess die (Princess Di)

HAHN!

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