Round 3: Kungfugrip vs Abnorm

[trap.]

Abnorm:

ayo...mic check...mic check...one-two...one-two
snatched the mic from ya hand...get a Grip, Kung Fu
beat you to the punch, stick a blade through ya gut
take a stab at my name? still aint makin' the cut
can't fuck with abz, this junkie forced his rhymes
he knows my shit is crack and tried to snort this line
dude looks like a wizard nah more like a caveman
talk about a pizza face ahaha he's canadian bacon
we know I'll win the score, drunk fucker's piss poor
'counter-attack' me? better chance at the liquor store
from Canada to England, you aint makin' no leadway
from drinkin' brews with ya bro's to sippin' tea, eh?
I'm spittin' heatwaves, melt down your whole climate
by the way nice pic, hit ya frozen face with an icepick
and shatter ya dreams when it's my turn to spit
how sad, summer's ruined cuz you lost the tournament
you're nowhere in life dawg, you basically failed
you know, goin' around in circles and chasing ya tail
I'm here to rip lyricists just to put the fear in kids
cuz ya suckin' more dick than bitches on their period.
bitch, I'm serious...in round 3 there'll be no escape
you only advanced cuz a no-show and Storm posted late
had to beg for an extra day just to meet the deadline
won't be so lucky this round so better luck next time
you can't max out bars, not even in the weightroom
hey hoser...this is UrbanProwlers...NOT Strange Brew
and don't blame JQ you didn't have enough time to type
meanwhile, I'm gettin paid to serve you on my 9 to 5
scratch all your chances, in this battle you can’t win
you just lost Summer Solstice and Abnorm Advances...


Kungfugrip:

haha


quit stalkin me pal, ur the nosiest par
u mad cuz after 7 years nobody knows who you are
posted that wack stuff thinkin' i'd scream..
but ur verse so shitty SoloE fingered his screen
stop with that shit. all of it's shoddy, b
& i want all royalties on votes for my autobiography
can it homes, you didn't do me no damage yo
i'll serve norm quicker than Woody and Sam Malone
ur shit is garbage. can't lie on the fact son
ur sorry display can knock a murder one to bylaw infractions
u should just shut it jack, where is ur hustle at
i can work abs in my sleep like one of those muscle pads
one punch'll crush ur skull & shake the plating
& the way abs breaks will revolutionize safety ratings
go back to ur wife & kids, u can tell that whore
u lost ur job & kung still shut u down like cellar doors
ur kids are ur reason for living, that's cool yo
to me, ur kids are the reason i speed up in school zones
trap gave you props, that's pretty crazy huh
said ur verse was hot.. but also said that bout alania
the San Francisco kid. earn what you say fag
if u pass with flying colours, i'm stompin u & burnin ur gay flag
ur whole steez here is freakish & shallow
dude spent a decade on Prowlers tryna meet up with Aloe
u ain't got my swagger cuz u a sucker dude
and talentwise.. cuz it would never fuck with you
beat it faggot, stop hasslin me loser
i won the semi automatic like a raffle in Fallujah
ur worthless kid, quit tryin to work it in
u beat 2 zeros last week just to lose to a perfect ten