Lunar C and Matter vs Eddie P and Frisko [Round 3]

[Eddie P and Frisko] Yo, let’s get it real, these two Yorkshire puddings won’t mash up the mix They’re just a couple of country hicks from out in the sticks That suck on dicks for Spudnik ticks Me and Frisko are pillars of the community We’re down with the kids These guys are pedos in the community They go down on the kids I saw your Mum on the BBC in the riots the other night It was quite a fright, I won’t lie, I actually felt tight She was trying to make a flamethrower setting her farts alight [?] No, no, don’t let Lunar’s Mum play you like that You’re no fool, she insinuated the Bradford riots a few years ago She went down and kicked it old school! Yo Matter, prepare to get angry Cause I fucked every single female member in your family And Lunar, I feel like a really horrible bother Cause at the moment, I’m cheating on your Mum with your Mum’s mother What, you’re with Lunar’s gran, his Mum’s mother? I’m supposed to be her one and only lover She’s playing us off each other! We’ll make the bitch suffer You stick her minge in the grill And you crack her head off t’cooker! And after that, I’m gonna go to Matter’s Mum’s and jizz on her boat Then I’ll shove her shit in her throat And right before I leave, I’ll take a piss in her coat! Both of youse need to put the child porn down And you need to get over that eye-of-the-storm crown And Lunar, after this, get on some keen bitches But first, sort your lobe out, bro, cause it needs stitches Don’t try and claim you’re rogue with that lobe, I don’t think so You ain’t blaggin’ me bro, you’re blatantly an emo Hip-hop’s your alter ego And Matter looks like a pedo who’s going through chemo “Yo, it’s real Matter, I’m reppin’ real hip-hop, everyone else forgot rap” Stop that! I’ll strangle you with the elastic from my jockstrap And get Lunar’s Mum to give you cockslap after cockslap Yo, what’s it called? MATTER’S GOIN’ BALD! [Lunar C and Matter] Listen, dickhead, you live in your Nan’s attic and finger her back passage While this little wack faggot is filming it and wanking And I reckon both of you two could fit into that chasm Cause shit, your Nan’s asshole is as big as the Grand Canyon Your delivery lacks passion, you’re ginger and that’s tragic You’re thinking you’re fantastic, you’re tripping, you’ve yammed acid Cause that don’t add up like you’ve skipped all your math classes This is lyrical shit, stick to your bibbidy-bap bapping My level of brain training method is painstaking You just make irrelevant gay statements Get a couple cheap laughs and reckon it’s plain sailing I saw your last two-on-two, I know your tactics and I can counteract them You only beat them on crowd reactions cause Manny heads hate Scouser accents That’s why you don’t battle unless it’s in your home town And you’ve brought your own crowd They’ll ride dick when you spit filler for a fucking whole round I gave your girl a driving lesson The gear stick was my erection We didn’t need no Sat Nav cause I gave her all the right directions I gave your girl a spa treatment Inner body massage with a hard penis Cucumber slices in her eyes to soothe Her facial mask was my semen It’s such a treacherous journey through your Mother’s Absurdly huge cervix you had to learn to walk Before the bitch gave birth to you Her vaginal cavity is like Wonderland Every week, she fucks about a hundred man I was fisting that bitch the other day and I’m sure somebody shook my hand And you can find him at raves hugging the speakers Nah, lemme adjust it and tweak it He’s unplugging the speakers and fucking the speakers And speaking of speakers, you’re a guest speaker at classes in schools Like “Kids, don’t do drugs, this could happen to you” Yeah! Cause you got that blaggard swag You look like you need a good bath or shower To be fair, you look like you haven’t touched crack in hours You jump on tracks and spit in patois like you’re a Rastafarian And you look like Avid Merrion after a bag of heroin Time