Shox the Rebel vs. Madflex Chalked Out (Ft. Madflex & Shox The Rebel)

Round One: Shox the Rebel
Let's be honest, you should feel honored, Flex
They saw fit to give you the Brit every Yank's dyin' to beat
I said, "Bring 'em all, please"
I promise you, everyone dies in your team
You know wanna know why my celebrity big, brother? [Big Brother]
Here come the reality check, keep your eye on the screen
Welcome to England, fuck your tight flow and your tight top
You ain't like Shox
These punches are a next wave, punch back
Over a light box to pick saw through a body like an X-ray
I make a pussy bleed, period, I'll get your neck ate
I got a muzzle, dogs, there's bare teeth when it bark in a vet's face
I suggest mate, you stay off the weed, set pace
Don't lose your bars after a J, son, state 'em [Jason Statham] or I'm lapping your pen, this a Deathrace
I ain't got time for the chat, that's why there's so many texts [techs] in the group
If I press then I shoot
Think Madeleine McCann, 'cuz the whole team lookin' for blood and the police'll point to the father when they find Flex in the booth/boot
I don't care if you're from the Bay, where they're know to clip a victim
This is London, where you catch an M in front of the TV, find your grill is missing
And act a West Coast custom, spray the whip quick and leave your big body an exhibit/Xzibit, Pimpin'
Surviving that, slim hope, I mean you live in the gym bro, but I'm fucking psycho
You wanna push, I black out/a black out like Jim Crow
Then we might fight, but I'm chillin' with the vamps next door, it's Fright Night
Shotgun towering over you, what's ya life like?
The slap'll turn a/Turner bitch, it's like Ike
So fuck sights, a couple pounds and I'm moving up a weight class
I'm Jordan, you're Iverson, you about to cross over, 'cuz I'm facing a fake Pass
That goes way past the usual
Punchlines confusing you, give you a new fate
Which is/witches to burn like The Crucible
'Cuz stupid dude took everything you had from Pass
Knowing his pad crack in the Bay
Which means we both like Pass in a way
'Cuz I took a break to rep Town Business, now I'm backpacking/back packing onstage
So you testing me, ridiculous niche
You can't spit with the kid
If I hear this guy rich, he [Guy Ritchie] can watch Lock, Stock & Two Smokin' Barrels will snatch his soul before I move Rock n' Rolla / rock and roll a victory spliff
You're dead soon as I say so
You're from the Bay? Well rep your league and your team for the payroll
I'll make a king fly/Kingfly, it's organic/Organik how it start with a KO
Bro, you are nothing like Brolic, bodies on the gun
The reason they call me a loon is/Luniz I got five on it
So you know I'ma smoke this herb from the baseline
It's fine, I'll speak to my bitch through a screen if I face time/FaceTime
See I'm nice with flows now, with lines I show out
Your bitch's head is Titanic, she hit the ice and go down
Then I chuck her in the boot, 'cuz this prick's a Stan
Onstage I'll blow this battle out his back, you know it's a wrap
When the shit hits the fan
Try me, it's highly likely you'll be hooked to an IV
When I pull up in the van, sayin' "I came for the scrap!"
With metal in the back like a pikey
You might be from the Wild West, but not everybody in the Bay spit it cold
You ain't a shooter, you claim you tote I'm [totem] gon' carve faces with a pole
You can't get a grip, like tires in the snow
You're a snitch, if you trip with wires then I blow
I'll bury you in C4, let's see if you're fire in the hole