Vs. Forehead Gilligan aka Fundamental aka Jubez Bakes (R.E.A.L.L. VS D.C.A. @FU)
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Lyrics
Entering the trauma ward I see jubez in pain,
Lyrically disabled with thirty-three tubes in veins.
My view slightly strued behind the wonder of glass,
But it's clear enough to see the bed pan under his ass.
Drip drip plop plop, dying now and wont stop,
Him sick think not, his shit drops still slop.
The doctors start the waitin, expectin Face to save him.
So let's start operatin, yo nurse unzip and shave him.
But dont shave too blatant, or you'll castrate the patient,
Cuz it's so innate n latent, like wut you place on hooks for baitin.
And with the look of Jason, I trace dots carefully placed in,
Bracin for some defacin, cuz new spaces'll give crude paces.
Like bowlegged dude races, or those pimp walk chases,
Cuz Gilligan now embraces his balls in ziplock cases.
Operation done had fun, too bad ya testies were removed,
Now don't be mad son, cuz before me you were a dude.
Now Jube grabs his boob, in an epileptic seizure,
I just shit at this noob, wit extra-septic leisure!
Sorry doc I couldn't help him, he BEEN lyrically deceased,
Call the priests, cuz my gun's big enough to have him Rest in "Piece".
Hey it ain't over, especially since I still ain't sober,
I'll ressurect you just to run you down with grey Range Rovers.
Call me "Punches Pilot" the way I "cross" my foes,
I'll Punch ya eyelid, then cut and toss ya toes!
Who's this fake ass gilligan, only wish he was sickenin,
Eat him up like enntimmenns, shit him out then eat again.
His production quality shows that his cash is short,
Even his alias is askin for financial SUPPORT.
Fund-a-mental, I'll fuckin run-a-rental,
Crush-ya-central and find ya DNA like son-of-Mendel.
Son-ya-gentle cuz like Goliath you can't handle hard rock,
You could own stone roosters and still not have a hard "cock".
Ya can't stand-this-blaze, like I'm grillin-some-Bore's-Head,
Shit even wit hands-on-"Face", no ones feelin-this-"Forehead!"
Dont you think that u oughta know?
That ya underestimation outways ya presentation.
Dont you think that u oughta know?
That you thought you whipped my ass but you losin bad.
