[Round 1: Aye Verb]
So Aye Verb finally gets to battle the big bad "Smack Killer"
The white boy from Canada who be boxing up and canning all of Smack's killers
Well, first off, ain't nobody scared of you sucka
On this stage I lyrically smack killers
And second, I'm a St. Louis nigga, we rep our own gang
Nigga we don't give a fuck 'bout Smack, nigga Smack killer
It's a difference between wild'n Charron
I mean you good for the ability you have but you're not wowing Charron
Nobody in barbershops says, "Wow" when Charron name pop up
You ain't fucking MC's up, your opponents should style on you bro
First off, niggas like you leave the violence alone
Because you're corny, you're good for the moment but never look good on cam' just like your stylist is Rone
I'm over your head with it, so in a big room y'all won't hear my shots, I ride with silencers on
At the event they gon' be tweeting "Verb lost" it don't be bothering me none
But when they watch it back they gon' be like, "I don't see him losing, wait/weight" like whatever workout DJ Khaled do holmes
I put my hands around this bitch throat not letting go like I don't wanna move on
Give Charron a hard hook and a good beating, you are now a good song
You can give me your best round and think you sped off til I'm rapping
You realize you ain't with no went nowhere nigga your mileage is wrong
I hear the Force be with you Anakin, on stage I ain't panicking
Handle shit like a Mandarin, rocket launch your little Malibu home
Kid you ain't good, nobody wants you
Organik run a group home
When a kid ain't good and nobody wants you, enough of that, let's move on
I saw you holding a gun, wearing a shirt repping confederate flags
I'm thinking, "This white boy got his head up his ass."
You need a CAT scan I approve, a backhand, powerful
Didn't no white man put you on Wild N' Out, nigga a black man hired you
See we both people, if you hate blacks keep that amongst you and those people
See your soul evil, soon as the light hit you, you couldn't wait to show people
Dr. King lost his life so we could stand on stage together
Those negros is whole heroes
You couldn't ever shake my hand motherfucker
Don't call me "bro" neither
You can rebuttal, apologize to the culture, it don't matter
With the blacks you can't take it back, we don't repo
Hood niggas wanna see you Charron, they so eager
Think I'm a monkey, well motherfucker look in the eyes of your Caesar
I said look at me, this is the real skin of your Jesus
Racist motherfuckers in battle rap, we don't need 'em
Here go the rules; 2:30 our rounds, you should make it
Tonight I don't get my soul took, I do the taking
You can do all your jokes and yo' gay shit
You facing Jason inspired by the Free Mason
Tonight I cover all bases in each stages of cremation
Aye Verb verse Charron see what the fuss is about
You say my name, they come bring that bread I put blood in they mouth
So Aye Verb finally gets to battle the big bad "Smack Killer"
The white boy from Canada who be boxing up and canning all of Smack's killers
Well, first off, ain't nobody scared of you sucka
On this stage I lyrically smack killers
And second, I'm a St. Louis nigga, we rep our own gang
Nigga we don't give a fuck 'bout Smack, nigga Smack killer
It's a difference between wild'n Charron
I mean you good for the ability you have but you're not wowing Charron
Nobody in barbershops says, "Wow" when Charron name pop up
You ain't fucking MC's up, your opponents should style on you bro
First off, niggas like you leave the violence alone
Because you're corny, you're good for the moment but never look good on cam' just like your stylist is Rone
I'm over your head with it, so in a big room y'all won't hear my shots, I ride with silencers on
At the event they gon' be tweeting "Verb lost" it don't be bothering me none
But when they watch it back they gon' be like, "I don't see him losing, wait/weight" like whatever workout DJ Khaled do holmes
I put my hands around this bitch throat not letting go like I don't wanna move on
Give Charron a hard hook and a good beating, you are now a good song
You can give me your best round and think you sped off til I'm rapping
You realize you ain't with no went nowhere nigga your mileage is wrong
I hear the Force be with you Anakin, on stage I ain't panicking
Handle shit like a Mandarin, rocket launch your little Malibu home
Kid you ain't good, nobody wants you
Organik run a group home
When a kid ain't good and nobody wants you, enough of that, let's move on
I saw you holding a gun, wearing a shirt repping confederate flags
I'm thinking, "This white boy got his head up his ass."
You need a CAT scan I approve, a backhand, powerful
Didn't no white man put you on Wild N' Out, nigga a black man hired you
See we both people, if you hate blacks keep that amongst you and those people
See your soul evil, soon as the light hit you, you couldn't wait to show people
Dr. King lost his life so we could stand on stage together
Those negros is whole heroes
You couldn't ever shake my hand motherfucker
Don't call me "bro" neither
You can rebuttal, apologize to the culture, it don't matter
With the blacks you can't take it back, we don't repo
Hood niggas wanna see you Charron, they so eager
Think I'm a monkey, well motherfucker look in the eyes of your Caesar
I said look at me, this is the real skin of your Jesus
Racist motherfuckers in battle rap, we don't need 'em
Here go the rules; 2:30 our rounds, you should make it
Tonight I don't get my soul took, I do the taking
You can do all your jokes and yo' gay shit
You facing Jason inspired by the Free Mason
Tonight I cover all bases in each stages of cremation
Aye Verb verse Charron see what the fuss is about
You say my name, they come bring that bread I put blood in they mouth
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