Alunya MC VS DJ Grace Part 2

Hip-hop, gangster rap, rap battle, rap duel, two singers, female singer

[Intro, Spoken]
Ayo, this is DJ Grace, and y'all better get ready to witness the majesty of these fuckin' rhymes. (Ah!)

[Verse 1, Singer 1]
I'm mad like Caligula,
send catgirls to Siberia.
Gonna rap and diss on Alunya,
gonna blam, drawn, quarter, and squish ya. (Bitch)
Reading Marx is such a bore,
thinking I'm gonna sleep 'n' snore.
All dis stuff about Vlad lenin,
when I'd rather read Jean Bodin (Oooooo!)
Get ready for the white terra,
Red and black better prepare.
Say goodbye CNT-FAI,
Like Ol' Frank-o I'll win tonight.(DAAAAAAAAYUM!)

[Verse 2, Singer 1]
Nineteen-ninety-one dissolution,
here comes my counter-revolution.
Finna break this bolshevik,
extract your heart like a chetnik.
Bringing back the autocracy
Give no fucks 'bout democracy
Hittin' yuh like Leviathan
This way we gonna strike even
Workers' rights? Finna feel my might,
yeah, I have got the divine right.
Bloody Sunday ain't got shit on me,
my lyrics flow with majesty.

[Verse 3, Singer 1]

Hey kitty kitty I'd spank ya ow,
you'd beg all night kitty meow meow.
It's true you are my pussycat,
together we'd kiss 'n' all that (hah).

You say I'm a royal tyrant,
but your coochie's wet 'n' vibrant.
You fell in love with a princess,
you'd try to get under my dress.

Hah, you don't know shit about flirtin',
now I'm tired of hearin you purrin'.
Black cat's are giving me bad luck,
So what if we used to fuck. (WHAT!?!?)

Sorry Alunya that I'm mad sometimes,
we should begin to compromise.
Really, it just takes me by surprise,
your crimson, my emerald eyes.

I will return to my palace
Hopefully then I'll have solace.
Don't fret Alunya, still your gal,
now time to hand this of to my homeboy Lassalle.

[Outro, Singer 3]
My party and state funds rollin',
and we do a little trollin'.
Social democracy, you rang?
Lassalle and Grace, the monbol gang. (ring, ring!)
I'll be there 'till the end of the week,
excuse my exodus uyghur physique.
I'm a man of Moses' nation,
alas I lost a speculation! (ouch!)
I'm down with Bismarck, it's true,
I'm that very uyghurish Hebrew.
Our state funds shall get bigger
I'm the intrusive chap and the one and only Jewish nig-ghur.

[End]

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[Intro, Spoken] Ayo, this is DJ Grace, and y'all better get ready to witness the majesty of these fuckin' rhymes. (Ah!) [Verse 1, Singer 1] I'm mad like Caligula, send catgirls to Siberia. Gonna rap and diss on Alunya, gonna blam, drawn, quarter, and squish ya. (Bitch) Reading Marx is such a bore, thinking I'm gonna sleep 'n' snore. All dis stuff about Vlad lenin, when I'd rather read Jean Bodin (Oooooo!) Get ready for the white terra, Red and black better prepare. Say goodbye CNT-FAI, Like Ol' Frank-o I'll win tonight.(DAAAAAAAAYUM!) [Verse 2, Singer 1] Nineteen-ninety-one dissolution, here comes my counter-revolution. Finna break this bolshevik, extract your heart like a chetnik. Bringing back the autocracy Give no fucks 'bout democracy Hittin' yuh like Leviathan This way we gonna strike even Workers' rights? Finna feel my might, yeah, I have got the divine right. Bloody Sunday ain't got shit on me, my lyrics flow with majesty. [Verse 3, Singer 1] Hey kitty kitty I'd spank ya ow, you'd beg all night kitty meow meow. It's true you are my pussycat, together we'd kiss 'n' all that (hah). You say I'm a royal tyrant, but your coochie's wet 'n' vibrant. You fell in love with a princess, you'd try to get under my dress. Hah, you don't know shit about flirtin', now I'm tired of hearin you purrin'. Black cat's are giving me bad luck, So what if we used to fuck. (WHAT!?!?) Sorry Alunya that I'm mad sometimes, we should begin to compromise. Really, it just takes me by surprise, your crimson, my emerald eyes. I will return to my palace Hopefully then I'll have solace. Don't fret Alunya, still your gal, now time to hand this of to my homeboy Lassalle. [Outro, Singer 3] My party and state funds rollin', and we do a little trollin'. Social democracy, you rang? Lassalle and Grace, the monbol gang. (ring, ring!) I'll be there 'till the end of the week, excuse my exodus uyghur physique. I'm a man of Moses' nation, alas I lost a speculation! (ouch!) I'm down with Bismarck, it's true, I'm that very uyghurish Hebrew. Our state funds shall get bigger I'm the intrusive chap and the one and only Jewish nig-ghur. [End]

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