[Youthoracle]
Yo, Unanymous, I'll destroy his lyrics
I don't wanna toy with Villis
'Cos you're such a fake Dizaster, this annoying pillock
I'm surprised at the start you didn't go 'I'M IN PLYMOUTH'
But it's played out saying you pretend to be like this
But you pretend to be like this
You pretended to be Unanymous before you befriended that guy Chris
And he taught you take the right piss out of yourself to be liked
You was a self-righteous Americanised prick every guy dissed
But you still think that you're the most intelligent, wisest writer
They all know that I'm penning the nicest
I should get Kruger how pathetic his life is
'Cos you're having an identity crisis
And your codswallop bollocks style has gotten me wild
'Cos Tommy's not hot, this monstrosity's soft and mild
Not horribly volatile
Just shouts a lot of the while
Cricked his neck and got piles
Built up a lot of snot and bile
So what can this knob compile?
Not often he stops to smile
Should've got a spot on Kyle
Obviously got denial
'Cos his pops was a hot-shotter who got off before he got to trial
And his mum was getting filled with food like trolleys in shopping aisles
Life as a toddler was vile
But an authority wasn't dialed
Instead you see Tommy probably fucking tobogganing off for miles
Down to South America to become an Amazonian Rainforest child
Or travelling back in time to tussle with Triceratops
Then to the 1800s so he can suck off Oscar Wilde
Then to Roswell to get Area 1's forgotten files
Catch him in a scuba-diving wrestling kit, at the bottom of the Nile
Crippler-crossface-ing cops and Rock-bottom-ing crocodiles
'Cos your passionate masquerade
It leads with some absolute madness on stage
'DRAGONS AND FLAMES, AFRICAN SLAVES'
I don't fucking know, 'VARICOSE VEINS'
I don't want to stand in your way
But how are you going to make the 'GALAXY FADE'
While you're strangling snakes and all you've got is a few hammers and spades
What have they done to you? I think that's not right, that's mean
All this talk of animal cruelty, I can see how sheltered your life has been
'Cos I use all your bad characteristics and flaws to construct a rhyming scheme
You use a magic make-believe spaceship safari time machine
You're cramming bare waste mortis
You're a battle rapping hoarder
I'm multi-dimensional, bringing news that could damage your reporter
I can still multiply the multis, 'cos I'm battling with order
You just chat multi-storey, stacking bricks and mortar
Like you're multi-task savaging my daughter
In the nappies that I brought her
Looking for an animal to slaughter
Like Janet Street-Porter
But at a battle he's in the pork corner
Just panicking with trauma
Now that's what I call multi-personality disorder
And you act like a dyke, hate to say you're a white Brit
But you're just a dry clit, a pussy that might split
Battle rap's bitch but look like a right tit
And it's funny how your tops have a womanly tight fit
Like you, start having a womanly type fit
Getting your face on over the shoulder as I spit
Get on this hype shit, see how you like it
No sorry, can't do it - feel like a right prick
You can't take the steps, I'm swinging bars
This rep bandit couldn't get past the banister
But forget Harry and Marv it's like you're Buzz and I'm fucking Kevin McCallister
You're like 'Kevin did you go in my room? Did you take my gun to shoot at the figures and spatula?'
You're such a disease, I'll eat your cheese pizza and feed you to my pet tarantula
And Tom, mate, please
Stop saying 'steez'
Because you're the most cringe-worthy, confused little bitch-queer
I've had the displeasure of being around, literally in years
I know you're a pussy living with fear
And your slogan isn't sincere 'cos
You just live here, I run shit here
Me, I'm on my totally honest, absolutely real, it's not egotistical steez
I'm on my matter-of-fact, completely relevant, non-fictional steez
Eradicating enemies, emulating ecstasy, evidently efficiently
I know that my alliteration's played out by I just killed him with ease/Es
And straight fast track to top tier, that's my preferred pace
You're in the worst race you fat cunt, how does that dirt taste?
Best newcomer, votes from my fan base whacked me in first place
You won 'Most Improved Battler', that means you was wack in the first place
And you've been the shittest spitter in Plymouth since a kid
Kasey and Emperor already body-bagged you so stop thinking you're big
Staffy merked you as well, you fat little invalid flid
Third round I'm killing this prick worse than Lyricist did
Time
[Unanymous]
I'm a monstrosity
I don't know what's more stupid
The name Youthoracle, or the group of students
Who choose to follow you
Bitch, if I pull my fist back
The impact'll do more than just give you a bruised optical
Shit'll feel like you got hit by a particle beam
Rip him apart at the seams and break him down to a few molecules, bitch
When I was smashing clashes you was brapping at 'em in Ecko sweats
Waiting to jump in Don't Flop as soon as his successes spread
Now every battle I see you in
You bring your attention-deficit relatives to represent
But I'll silence them, once I ex his men
And sit them down like Professor X without possessing any telekinetic strength
I'm a rare type of mutant, breathing the devil's breath
Galactus, carrying the planet on my back with every step
They marvel at the Juggernaut motherfucker I'm heaven-sent
You're a leech on the scene without any genetic death
He'll meet the reaper, when death strikes and I wring this kestrel's neck
I'm Wolverine, three-quarters machine
Letting the metal shred my adversary's flesh
This copycat ain't the sabre-tooth, this Lcorporation created you like Weapon-X
Now they wanna act like Unanymous is just some arrogant little fat prick
Just 'cos my personality don't adapt to battle rap's natural demographic
Too much filler, fuck off
I ain't having that
It's just action-packed actual rap
Fuck your life, I'd rather spit about gripping a battle-axe
But have it your way, and I'll get so deep and personal in my paragraphs
That he'll be begging Unanymous to spit another Dragon Rap
Now you don't have slanted eyes
But heard through the tangled vine
That you're half Engrish, and half Samurai
So therefore, the act of household pet sacrifice
Really satisfies your appetite
In fact this guy will probably migrate to the jungle in latter life
To hunt for bigger cats and dogs to fry with bags of rice
So I don't mean you're an unhappy guy when I say 'damaged pride'
I mean you literally took a knife and fork out, and left a pack of lions half alive
Ignorant
I came to hack branches off your family tree
I catch your dreams like master chiefs
I don't give a fuck if you're Mongolian or Japanese
Fuck off to find a cat to eat and don't stop until you're as fat as me
This faggot once consumed so much Staffy meat
It left his mouth out of sync like an Enter The Dragon speech
You might think that you fire a live round when you spit it rapidly
But in actuality, you ain't letting hammers speak
AndI ain't half your nationality
But I'm convinced you're shooting blanks at me like Brandon Lee
Now that's ignorant right, that's ignorant
But that waste shit obviously doesn't bother your common thought
I mean your bars on track suggest you want to expose the government's rotten core
But as a revolutionary you should be gathering the masses and plotting war
But you're not, you're making grime tunes, shotting draw
It's all bullshit when you don't actually stand up for a proper cause
Plus how can your crew be called 'Don't Gas', when you're associated with the holocaust?
So fuck up my zen and I, will start a mass genocide
My psychosis will jeopardise your pathetic life, quicker than a Pedro rhyme
I've got beats for knocks like [?]'s producer
My dialect'll slice through your dreams like Kruger
Now you're the type of tree-hugging drone
That loves nothing more than to politically preach when you're stoned
About dumb shit, like the Pope leaving his throne and how recently Masonic legions have grown
Bruv I don't give a fuck, if you think that demons were cloned at Bohemian Grove, and 2012 didn't happen so just leave it alone
But don't get it twisted
It isn't my mission to worship political figures that idealistically want to stick chips in our skin and viciously hit different villagers with missiles, killing innocent victims
But you named yourself Youth, so let me scribble him a different picture bitch
I'll remove your tissue by inches and kill youth like clips hitting Syrian infants
