lirik lagu grind time now – dirtbag dan vs the coroner
[round 1: dirtbag dan]
the coroner? the coroner
the coroner
that’s the stupidest f-cking name you could possibly have
who’s gonna examine you when your body’s on the slab?
fake–ss, man-kissing, csi grisham get the f-ck out my kitchen
‘fore i face kick your -ss in the teeth homie
i’m a beast
what the f-ck is this, the coroner? is this wwe?
well i’mma pallbearer your -ss with the undertaker on live tv, homie
grind time
why don’t we do this for real, ufc?
your chin, my right knee, that’s a match like eharmony
on 29 different dimensions i’m tighter
witness fire versus someone who should probably retire- tomorrow
you lanky b-tch, look at them baby wrists
i could probably go twice around them just like this
seriously-
[round 1: the coroner]
i mean, dirtbag dan i guess i owe you
straight to the trash can, like your deposit is supposed to
’cause you’s a dirtbag
you know, something nasty
kinda like somebody’s grandma’s nasty rag
you know what i’m talking about?
i see you, scruff mcgruff, without your trench coat
i see you tough: you spit a couple of lines on me
but i’m the coroner
and when your -ss is dead, i’m the one on you
you feel it? this is all real, i’m from the motherf-cking ‘ville
right out here, not the hills
know what i’m talking about?
i done got my stripes
and i’ll spit a couple verses that you won’t like
like dirtbag dan?
what the f-ck is that, man?
i don’t give a d-mn
are you from the trash can?
i don’t even really know what’s going on here
a f-cking dirtbag man with a beard
and then, not a beard?
you should have that in your head, it looks like
you should be out in the hills chopping a tree and riding a bike
something is wrong with you
dirtbag dan, do you f-cking work at a zoo?
[round 2: dirtbag dan]
since he didn’t say sh-t, i guess we’ll go back to the lanky wrist
i’mma come up with a new name for the coroner: mc baby d-ck
don’t you smile at me you punk motherf-cker
before you came in here you looked like you bit on a whole motherf-cking stick of b-tter
please, rubbed your teeth with mac n’ cheese
back and forth, dirtbag dan’s the source
from the hills? b-tch don’t play
i’m from the heart of the zae
where we smoke weed everyday
yeah look at me, i’m looking grimy
and in the hills you might find me
cooking crank but don’t remind me- or the cops though
on some real sh-t, out on morgan hill sh-t i k!ll toys
rock bars, sell crank at gilroy
i don’t know salinas
hands down, knees to the ground, lick the p-n-s
dirtbag dan: daniel alejandro martinez
looks can be deceiving, but seeing is believing
take off the gl-sses and get a f-cking face full of s-m-n
[round 2: the coroner]
d-mn, you h-lla funny man
you know what i’m saying?
you can entertain like a f-cking freak show dummy
you know what i’m talking about?
your sh-t is like amazing
you know what i’m talking abou-
but then again, you still a disgrace then
dirtbag dan, remember that, that’s your name
that’s what you claim
are you speaking in vain?
i’m tryna figure it out here
don’t you know man? are you g-y?
do you be pumping rear?
you don’t hear me, i drink everclear
i usually keep my rhymes serious but i’m here
where everybody likes to crack jokes and it’s fun
i’m just doing this so i don’t have to rob with a gun
my freestyles i don’t really do that all the time
i like to write lines and practice on mines
and at the same time
you probably make dimes
from your grandpa, grandma
all of the time
so you drop dimes
and you probably snitch
and nowadays, man, people like you act like a b-tch
you feel what i’m saying?
and i’m from the streets
and i f-ck with motherf-cking gs that packs heat
and this sh-t is real
[round 3: dirtbag dan]
ah sh-t
what exactly did i just hear?
i’m a necrophiliac: f-cking you and your career
you feeling johnny ringo?
i’mma be your huckleberry then
force the compet-tion in submission, then i bury them
coroner, appropriate right?
i’m on hit
dirtbag dan been drinking all day, on sh-t
mad hog
okwerdz, go to the store and get that motherf-cking mad dog
i feel like drinking gully today
i’m a lover not a fighter
but my homies is riders in the zae
please believe it
he’s a g*nius
used to look like jesus but i trimmed up
that’s so i can go out and get my d-ck sucked
you know who the f-ck i am, right?
i did two shows last night
what the f-ck did you do with your life?
you head out to the castro and get some pipe?
they all told me he’s the most successful transvest-te
on the block that night homie
that’s some real sh-t
[round 3: the coroner]
ay you know, you got bars
but then again, it’s not over, mister star
i see you still got another line
so i’mma sit up here and i’mma recite mines
you know this is something like spoken word
but i know the truth about you, you truly a nerd
and you know what’s really going on?
[?] the bar, and the studio
that’s the place you roam
you know what i’m talking ’bout?
the studio, the streets, and all these fake–ss clones, that’s what i own
you feel what i’m talking about?
i made this game
i can think way back in ’98 when i claimed
the sh-t that i used to do
i used to kick it with money-b, and 2pac, before you ever knew
you know what i’m talking about?
i got roots in this sh-t
and n-body can ever treat me like i’m a b-tch
you know what i’m saying?
because i’m the coroner
remember, wait for my alb-m
i’m not in this game to make me a thousand
i’m in this game to spit what’s real
to tell you about what’s ’bout to go on
the game ’bout to be spilled
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