[Round 1: Uno Lavoz]

I said, yo

I said, it's body bag war time

Nigga, I'ma grip TEC

If the nigga talking, I'm sparkin' as soon as I get his set

Anybody dippin' around here?

I'ma dip ya set—whoa, you got a really long neck

I mean, shhhh...I mean, look at this shit, mate

This shit is fucking preposterous

I bet if he swung his head that way, he would knock Eurgh fucking unconscious

You got a really long neck, no fucking, it's monstrous

This is what you would get if a giraffe was fucking an ostrich

See, I'm that nigga that'll tell you straight to your face

I don't like this kid, now answer this question

Is it true that your mom's from Africa?

Guess what? This round, she is

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Nigga, your mom was born in east Zamunda

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, true story

She be speaking Swahili, mud huts, iguana shit

Bitch will even fuck in a teepee

She was the only bitch that went to church bald-headed, one sock and an old dashiki

And for some toothpaste and some gorilla fur, she'll suck on your pee-pee

I said I'ma lock and load it for the profit, see what I'm 'bout to do

The floor they mopping, nigga, just watch and see what I'm 'bout to do

Everybody looking at me like, "What he 'bout to do?"

Make this nigga seasick 'cause with these shells, I'ma make Lunar eclipse

Like when the Earth's shadow was blocking the light from the moon

I say you keep talking all kinda gay, walking like all types of ways

Nigga, ya neck is so long, I betcha that's the actual Adam's apple that Eve picked during the Bible days

And I'm kinda pissed off 'cause Eurgh got me called Mexican for two whole battles

I shall bitch slap your mom in her face with two old sandals

Bitch told me to bend over 'cause she like to chew on assholes

So I knocked her the fuck out

Then I tattooed a big ol' camel taking a shit on her clit

That says "Courtesy of Uno Lavoz"

Ya fucking cunt

That's it, time

[Round 1 - Lunar C]

Listen, dickhead, this is how I know you're inbred

Your mum and uncle made a home movie and called it Twincest

Cartons of fresh lube take up half of your bedroom

You're such a fag, if you go to a sperm donor's now and fart in a test tube, I bet half of it gets used

You're so gay, you think that the taste of jizz is peng

There's nothing he can say in his defense

When he's been held down and ran through by 80 different men

So when he takes a shit, it ends up like the name of this event

It's nothin' groundbreaking, battlers calling each other gay has been done

But it's relevant to call you a mincing sausage-tickler 'cause your name means one

So fuck your fate and your tough talk

You're done for like a Thalidomide in a thumb war

You're homeless, your girl kicked you out because you can't get it up

So the only time you're holding keys is when you're selling drugs

She said you snort so much coke, your dick's limp, and when you're fucking her, it's borin'

And you was like, "Another quaalude and she'll love me in the morning"

Is touching your nose every other fucking second an American thing?

And why do you start your verses with "I said..." when you haven't said anything?

When your mum saw my youthful charm and boyish good looks, she was frothing at the gash

I like fucking her from behind because there's something I can grab

Because most Spanish bitches have hair on the bottom of their back

Yo, this spastic cries when he masturbates 'cause getting pussy is such a stressful effort

You should clone another you so you can pull yourself together

Yo, whoever said chivalry died, it was a lie

I listen to Michael Bublé, sipping some wine

Put rose petals on the stairs and dimmer the lights

Then speed-fuck your nan within an inch of her life!

[Round 2: Uno Lavoz]

I said Billy by Billy books

Shots there to hit him up

The type of shit that I'm spitting

Will fuck around leave him stuck, you get hit with a ball bat

You think that it's all wack

The shit that I'm spitting, my nigga, you think that it's all facts

It's just the shit that I'm spitting, living and getting you think it's forbidden

Your shit is written, nigga, I'm 'bout dat

I'm on a murder spree verbally hurting these dirt MCs

Who claim they haven't heard of me, fuck it, y'all niggas are all wack

They sit there debating whether I'm in crew with Satan

Well, fuck it, I ain't gonna admit it, I'm all about cash

I'm like a director directing the direction the way these bullets are hitting your chest, hit up ya whole cast

ALL THAT!

ALL THAT!

YOUR MOM'S STOMACH?

ALL FAT!

SHE WANNA FUCK?

KNOW THAT!

IN HER MOUTH:

BALLSACK!

BALLSACK!

BALLSACK!

BALLSACK!

BALLSACK!

I said I'm lock and loaded, clips is missing

Trying to give this kid a lesson

Shoot him in every body part, no, I won't miss a section

This shit I'm reppin', bitch, you better not be disrespected

'Cause your skin complexion is motherfucking dick erection

I said, I can't wait for your mama to die

So that way, I can start a parade and start laughing

Now, all y'all looking at me like, "That ain't okay, that's tragic"

I'll show up at the funeral waving a ratchet

Slap that bitch in the face like, "Wake up, bitch, and go make me a sandwich"

Now, do you deserve a big check? Yes, you do

Do you deserve a lot of respect? Yes, you do

Do you think he wanna punch me in my chest? Yes, you do

Do you got a long neck? Yes, you do!

[Round 2: Lunar C]

Your mum looks like Micky Worthless

And her minge has bad breath

She's been fucked so many times, her clit is an abscess

And both of her flaps have a different address

Yo, you pay prostitutes and give 'em foot rubs

That lil' gay beard ain't a good look

You suck dicks and simultaneously buff nuts

Don't be thinking I got the hometown advantage, I come from Bradford

Why do you drop so many N-bombs when you're a fucking Spaniard?

'Cause I've won every battle that I've been in with unanimous decisions

You just stand up in their grill and give a Spanish Inquisition

I don't wanna disrespect your people, I just can't figure you Spaniards out

'Cause I like salsa sauce, too, but it's fuck all to dance about

After your last battle, you went on Facebook saying, "Uno is the best"

That shit took me a few moments to get

'Cause either you've improved loads and you're vexed

There's no views, though, I respect

Or you was talking about balancing fruit bowls on your head

Listen, Alejandro

Your girl dresses like a lazy half-ass Lady Gaga

When you marry that bitch, I bet her shoes are made of car parts

She's in a possum skin dress and her belt's an aardvark

Look, I ain't no ras clot wigger

I'm a beast and I'm deading him

I'll kill you and then go target your next of kin

And force him into letting me own half the inheritance

I'm a newcomer with a cold heart of a veteran

I treat a verse like a vagina, I go hard when I get it in

You should just be happy you get reactions for them dumb rhymes

Instead of always moaning like, "That wasn't the punchline"

'Cause bitching at the crowd for laughing at a setup to a basic punch

Is like having a small dick and dumping your girlfriend because it made her cum

[Round 3: Uno Lavoz]

Nigga, ya mom put ketchup in her belly button!

She be dipping her nuggets!

You white, so I'ma automatically assume you like kissing your cousins

I did my research, people in Bradfordstan don't like clicking and busting

I found out that everybody in Bradfordstan...no toilets, they be shitting in buckets

Big buckets!

Tall buckets!

Small buckets!

Long buckets!

Blue buckets!

Pink buckets!

Green buckets!

Nigga, all buckets!

(Seriously, seriously, this is business talk, this is business talk right here)

Now, I know you pay for your views

So let's just keep this between me and you, asshole

Let's not Eurgh disable the comments and me and you make this a million-view battle

(I'm feeling good)

I said, I'm Puerto Rican, so you know it's real easy for me to slice your throat

Bullets go through your body quicker than a Zeus lightning bolt

Keep talking, hand around your neck, I guess it's time to choke

If not, who is he?

Cause these bullets go through Lunar C's/seas like a motherfucking Viking boat

Remember all that shit you was saying on Facebook how you was gonna snuff shit?

Well, I'm all up in your face, nigga, and you ain't gon' snuff shit

He a punk bitch

He wouldn't even jump ship

Nigga, matter of fact, say something...

[Lunar C]

Bitch

[Uno Lavoz]

That's right, you better do what I tell you, you fucking dumb bitch!

Let's do it again

You ain't even gonna jump ship

All you gon' do is suck dick

Say something

[Lunar C]

Bitch

[Uno Lavoz]

You better do what I tell you to do, you stupid dumb bitch!

Now, y'all like, "What the fuck is he doing? Why did he say it again?"

To prove to your British motherfuckers that it's easy to trap you and even at the end, America is always gon' win

That's it

[Round 3: Lunar C]

Your flow is sounding like it's forced

And don't be talking about my girl when I was out last night with yours

I cummed in her while she was on her period, it looked like Thousand Island sauce

No one has ever told you this, but you look Middle Eastern

There must be a reason

Your mama worked in a taxi rank with Muslims for semen

Your delivery is shit, you're either mumbling or screaming

That's 'cause you got a nose like a hook

When you're speaking, it sucks air out your mouth and fucks with your breathing

Denying your own ethnicity is a bit shady

He'll try to tell you he's Spanish and not an Arab, but we all know he is really/Israeli

You have a small nose and big nostrils

The hatred I have for your nose can't be contained

I whole-heartedly hate that whole part of your face

When you breathe out through it, it makes you walk backwards and have a slow start to your day

He fantasizes about not having to spunk into a tissue when he's jacking off

'Cause he wants to put it all in a black man like Amanda Knox

Your dad's house is full of mystery blunt objects that smell of prepubescent poop-holes

And whenever he's asked whose they are, he says, "Who knows (Uno's)?"

Apart from me being a better MC, you're a bitch who ain't never been street

I don't care where you're from, faggot, you ain't threatening me

Where I'm from, Philadelphia is a spreadable cheese

Your style of lyricism is so deep, you have more layers than an onion

I made a big mistake agreeing to battle and this is my punishment

Bollocks, they call me Lunar 'cause I've been bullying everything round dummy MC's and I steal their shine when I'm sonning 'em

Yo, your eses know you ain't got the skills that Lunar C's got

They're at home now predicting that you took a mean loss

Everyone hoping you got finished like Nate Dogg's vocals on Detox

Bitch