[Round 1: Charron]
I said, it's The Smack Killer
Nah, it's an angle I won't take
You ain't a Smack rapper, you're a wack rapper that ain't been poppin' since '08
And I ain't usin' gun bars, that shit is so fake
The only time I pull out the Sig' is when you battle...for a smoke break
When you battled Diz' he was weak as hell
When you battled Pat, he was weak as hell
You're famous from Fight Klub, we can tell
Your opponent are Edward Norton in Fight Club, they just beat themselves
And you're from Brooklyn, right? You from Brooklyn, right?
Nah, I was talkin' 'bout Math when he hit him with that Brooklyn right!
See I'm white, but you make every trailer trash
I'll show him the ropes with this ink; sailor tats
Plus, you're a barber, that just makes us laugh
I was gonna ask if you cut your own hair
But we all know you get your fades from Math!
But I know, I know, bringing up Math is old and cheap
But real gangsters don't get cracked and go to sleep
They get slapped and hold their cheek!
This a pitbull versus a Bichon Frise
No Dalmatian, I'm takin' your spot, dawg: I'm a different breed
Get washed in a minute clean, no Listerine
Jonesin' for the smoke: nicotine
I could've went right on this square; Billie Jean
I'll have this pimp see death without sippin' lean
Your girl's a slut, she tricks for free
The whole team juicin' like Blitz: The League
She'll give you brains for dead presidents, that shit will be history
She got the top down like JFK's limousine in '63
Pimpin', please!
I'll pull up in that Monte Carlo
When I take your gal away it ain't a spot in Scarborough
I'm here to bury money, you don't know where you are though
Price on his head, I would chip in like Steve Buscemi in Fargo
These days you're plain, you ain't got the bars, though
You have to go back in time to bring the house down: Donnie Darko!
This ain't America, you ain't gonna hear a Don Demarco
I'm a Canadian killer: Paul Bernardo!
See, when Jones on the card, they're like, "Dawg, that's wack."
When Charron's on the card, it give them that feelin' like Obama's back!
You've never been arrested: insomniac
Oh my God, that's wack
Ayo, Caustic, I want my PayPal deposit back!
But Hoffa's in the building
Don't worry, I got your back
He won't get in the way
I took care of it, I made sure he had a healthy breakfast today
See I want Bigg K, Dizaster, Iron, or Rone
Not a guy that's so old he uses a landline as his phone!
First it was Verb, now it's finally Jones
All I need is Head ICE, and I could open up a retirement home!
I got my eye on the throne
I said, it's The Smack Killer
Nah, it's an angle I won't take
You ain't a Smack rapper, you're a wack rapper that ain't been poppin' since '08
And I ain't usin' gun bars, that shit is so fake
The only time I pull out the Sig' is when you battle...for a smoke break
When you battled Diz' he was weak as hell
When you battled Pat, he was weak as hell
You're famous from Fight Klub, we can tell
Your opponent are Edward Norton in Fight Club, they just beat themselves
And you're from Brooklyn, right? You from Brooklyn, right?
Nah, I was talkin' 'bout Math when he hit him with that Brooklyn right!
See I'm white, but you make every trailer trash
I'll show him the ropes with this ink; sailor tats
Plus, you're a barber, that just makes us laugh
I was gonna ask if you cut your own hair
But we all know you get your fades from Math!
But I know, I know, bringing up Math is old and cheap
But real gangsters don't get cracked and go to sleep
They get slapped and hold their cheek!
This a pitbull versus a Bichon Frise
No Dalmatian, I'm takin' your spot, dawg: I'm a different breed
Get washed in a minute clean, no Listerine
Jonesin' for the smoke: nicotine
I could've went right on this square; Billie Jean
I'll have this pimp see death without sippin' lean
Your girl's a slut, she tricks for free
The whole team juicin' like Blitz: The League
She'll give you brains for dead presidents, that shit will be history
She got the top down like JFK's limousine in '63
Pimpin', please!
I'll pull up in that Monte Carlo
When I take your gal away it ain't a spot in Scarborough
I'm here to bury money, you don't know where you are though
Price on his head, I would chip in like Steve Buscemi in Fargo
These days you're plain, you ain't got the bars, though
You have to go back in time to bring the house down: Donnie Darko!
This ain't America, you ain't gonna hear a Don Demarco
I'm a Canadian killer: Paul Bernardo!
See, when Jones on the card, they're like, "Dawg, that's wack."
When Charron's on the card, it give them that feelin' like Obama's back!
You've never been arrested: insomniac
Oh my God, that's wack
Ayo, Caustic, I want my PayPal deposit back!
But Hoffa's in the building
Don't worry, I got your back
He won't get in the way
I took care of it, I made sure he had a healthy breakfast today
See I want Bigg K, Dizaster, Iron, or Rone
Not a guy that's so old he uses a landline as his phone!
First it was Verb, now it's finally Jones
All I need is Head ICE, and I could open up a retirement home!
I got my eye on the throne
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