[Round 1: Charron]
Ayo, y'all don't know what I'm gonna do when I start spitting
Why the fuck am I battling a cracked out Marge Simpson?
Ayo, he could talk about Big L and think his rap is tough
And then he listed some songs like, "Man that's rough."
But this is the Danger Zone
And this cat is up, you're not the MVP, you can't Put It On cause you're not Platinum Plus
This is what happens I straight up know
Big L is a legend, this is what happened this crazy flow I should break your bones
It's like this guy is repping 139 and Lennox when he face Charron
Cause I put him in the Danger Zone
Yo, this is how it go when I rap for all
I'm on the microphone and I [?] tall
You do your lyrics shit but I the all
Big L and Charron too advanced for y'all
Watch how I'm going and my rappers I spit well
You thinking you dope, you got the no red hair but I put the Devil in Hell
So you could talk about Lamont Coleman that shit's swell
But just bringing that up gives you the Big L
And this rapper legit I'm fucking smacking this bitch
Man your writtens are wack when you spit
You gave me tissue but your lyrics I could wipe my ass with that shit
I'm producing it true
During your round I jerked off into that so my cum was on you
See we could've won the 2 on 2 Grand Prix but he didn't wanna
So do you FeelGood about the five G's that it cost ya?
Are life is like a That 70's Show season with drama
And this is the episode where Eric Foreman finally beats the shit out of Donna
I'm about to snap any second for this chain of aggression
And use my hand as my weapons like Alexander Ovechkin
But if you brandish a weapon I'll grab it and slash you with random aggression
Like I'm button mashing in Tekken
Until I have him dead in 2012 like the Mayan calendar ending
If I bang ya bitch even when I die she'll be asking for seconds
When she opens up the casket I'm getting head in the box like I'm Brad Pitt in Seven
You told me your deepest secret and it's sad and pathetic
You haven't been laid since 2007
And that's the reason why you need to buy pills to help you battle depression
See you have an obsession with jacking off and imagine the vag' that you're shredding
If your sex life was made into a movie they'd sell it in the Fantasy section
I know this intensity's random and everyone in Calgary's asking the question
Like, "Why is Michael Cera so fucking mad at the dad from The Jetsons"
You stare at Feel Good with a massive erection
And get so lost in his eyes...you have to ask for directions
You think you can beat me in this battling session well you can't P/pee
So you're in/urine trouble like a bladder infection
Your loss to Sketch was turned promo for complaining and bitching
If I'm a loser, last thing I'ma do is blame the division
You got Hollohan to switch the verdict cause you're certain on the tape it'll be different
He's like Tim Tebow the way he goes asking G.O.D. if he can change a decision
See all you have achieved is the most losses in the league
And getting bodied since the 10th grade
Cornered by a king so now I walk in for the check mate
Rich, Sketch, Mischief now I'm calling this your death date
You've been raped so many times you got a scholarship to Penn State
It never felt great
More people have heard you yell "rape" than Neckbone's cellmates
So add another L to his record, I'm someone he never could outsmart
You're orange and die every time you're on camera, like Kenny from South Park
The day I lose to this dude who's more weak and nerdy
Is the day you admit I wrote half your shit for Soul Khan and you reimburse me
I don't believe in mercy
When I watch this rape back on tape you'll be feeling dirty
Like when the priest or clergy sees a jersey of Theo Fleury
Ayo, and during battles you just talk talk talk, all of the time
Yapping while y'all are rapping interrupting all of your lines
Yesterday I swear he was crying as he fucking came out like [?]
Like, "Oh my God I think someone just got shot outside."
So right now, I'ma end this off
Half the people here still think you're a battle fan
And half the people here think I'm the fucking camera man
Listen bro there ain't no you killing me
You a Tricky P you not an ill MC
I do this with imagery and symmetry
The way I spit it off the dome you ain't ripping me
See, half of this round was fucking freestyle
Let's see that done by this bitch MC
You couldn't spit from the top of the dome if you loogied off The Distillery
Ayo, y'all don't know what I'm gonna do when I start spitting
Why the fuck am I battling a cracked out Marge Simpson?
Ayo, he could talk about Big L and think his rap is tough
And then he listed some songs like, "Man that's rough."
But this is the Danger Zone
And this cat is up, you're not the MVP, you can't Put It On cause you're not Platinum Plus
This is what happens I straight up know
Big L is a legend, this is what happened this crazy flow I should break your bones
It's like this guy is repping 139 and Lennox when he face Charron
Cause I put him in the Danger Zone
Yo, this is how it go when I rap for all
I'm on the microphone and I [?] tall
You do your lyrics shit but I the all
Big L and Charron too advanced for y'all
Watch how I'm going and my rappers I spit well
You thinking you dope, you got the no red hair but I put the Devil in Hell
So you could talk about Lamont Coleman that shit's swell
But just bringing that up gives you the Big L
And this rapper legit I'm fucking smacking this bitch
Man your writtens are wack when you spit
You gave me tissue but your lyrics I could wipe my ass with that shit
I'm producing it true
During your round I jerked off into that so my cum was on you
See we could've won the 2 on 2 Grand Prix but he didn't wanna
So do you FeelGood about the five G's that it cost ya?
Are life is like a That 70's Show season with drama
And this is the episode where Eric Foreman finally beats the shit out of Donna
I'm about to snap any second for this chain of aggression
And use my hand as my weapons like Alexander Ovechkin
But if you brandish a weapon I'll grab it and slash you with random aggression
Like I'm button mashing in Tekken
Until I have him dead in 2012 like the Mayan calendar ending
If I bang ya bitch even when I die she'll be asking for seconds
When she opens up the casket I'm getting head in the box like I'm Brad Pitt in Seven
You told me your deepest secret and it's sad and pathetic
You haven't been laid since 2007
And that's the reason why you need to buy pills to help you battle depression
See you have an obsession with jacking off and imagine the vag' that you're shredding
If your sex life was made into a movie they'd sell it in the Fantasy section
I know this intensity's random and everyone in Calgary's asking the question
Like, "Why is Michael Cera so fucking mad at the dad from The Jetsons"
You stare at Feel Good with a massive erection
And get so lost in his eyes...you have to ask for directions
You think you can beat me in this battling session well you can't P/pee
So you're in/urine trouble like a bladder infection
Your loss to Sketch was turned promo for complaining and bitching
If I'm a loser, last thing I'ma do is blame the division
You got Hollohan to switch the verdict cause you're certain on the tape it'll be different
He's like Tim Tebow the way he goes asking G.O.D. if he can change a decision
See all you have achieved is the most losses in the league
And getting bodied since the 10th grade
Cornered by a king so now I walk in for the check mate
Rich, Sketch, Mischief now I'm calling this your death date
You've been raped so many times you got a scholarship to Penn State
It never felt great
More people have heard you yell "rape" than Neckbone's cellmates
So add another L to his record, I'm someone he never could outsmart
You're orange and die every time you're on camera, like Kenny from South Park
The day I lose to this dude who's more weak and nerdy
Is the day you admit I wrote half your shit for Soul Khan and you reimburse me
I don't believe in mercy
When I watch this rape back on tape you'll be feeling dirty
Like when the priest or clergy sees a jersey of Theo Fleury
Ayo, and during battles you just talk talk talk, all of the time
Yapping while y'all are rapping interrupting all of your lines
Yesterday I swear he was crying as he fucking came out like [?]
Like, "Oh my God I think someone just got shot outside."
So right now, I'ma end this off
Half the people here still think you're a battle fan
And half the people here think I'm the fucking camera man
Listen bro there ain't no you killing me
You a Tricky P you not an ill MC
I do this with imagery and symmetry
The way I spit it off the dome you ain't ripping me
See, half of this round was fucking freestyle
Let's see that done by this bitch MC
You couldn't spit from the top of the dome if you loogied off The Distillery
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