Clone vs. D.I. Da Hennyman URLtv (Ft. Clone (Battle Rapper) & D.I. Da Hennyman)

[Round 1: D.I. Da Hennyman]
These niggas talk about psychology, philosophy, space and shit
I talk guns, drugs, gangsta shit
They anime, superheroes, games and shit
Fuck Mortal Kombat! The cops was really raidin’ (Raiden) shit
I came equipped today
They coulda made this sooner
I’m in Houston, roofin’ niggas wit’ the Drac’ (Drake) out like J. Prince Jr.!
Nigga, AAAHH!
Aye! Soon as the date was set, I’m pacin’ steps
Anticipatin’ my greatest yet, let’s make a mess
You fuckin’ wit’ a gangsta - save the gangsta threats
I get Clone and keep shootin’: Bruce Lee in Game of Death
Henny gon’ takе respect, and I bet this man don’t want troublе
Pistol-whip him one good time, that man gon’ stumble
Pistol-whip him one more time, that man gon’ fumble
Pistol-whip him!
Pistol-whip him!
Pistol-whip him!
…Pistol-whip him!
‘Til the butt stuck in his head like Ms. Hustle
Nigga, yeah!
Aye! Big Trappa-cana
Y’all been askin’ questions, I got the answers
I came to tell Tyrone…Warner Robins is not Atlanta
Big baby wit’ that shit in it - who got a Pamper?
Sniper rifle wit’ the mount, come and get its proper gander (propaganda)
I ain’t got no type of manners, so watch your mothafuckin’ tone
And act right, ‘cause I been waitin’ too mothafuckin’ long
I guess I should be excited they called my mothafuckin’ phone
But I thought they said “You Can’t Copy Respect”
So why y’all bring a mothafuckin’ Clone, huh!?
Aye! I don’t know Tyrone, but I’ll expose Tyrone
Wit’ a free! Crack! Head give away like that old Tyrone
Razor where the Block stay, poke a nose (Poconos)!
AR wit’ the titties on it, motorboat!
Then I’ll pull out the scalpel blade, give your scalp a raise
Or put one in your dome illegally like my scalper days
Fuck he ‘bout to say?
Shit, I been greater, bricklayer
Don’t know what they brung you for
He a bitch, Zendaya
And Henny a risk-taker, I ain’t hittin’ up the team
I’m riding ‘round with a dog and five dummies like the Mystery Machine
And if it’s really beef, I’ll pull up on your Ford and show ‘em horror
Out the backpack, into the door of (Dora) the Explorer
I can rap-rap! Started with sellin’ quarters on the corner
His every round cap (w)rap like he sportin’ a fedora
Ay! I know it sounds cliche, but I’m packin’ the chrome
If I air it, goodbye, dude (Erykah Badu)
Ain’t no callin’ Tyrone
They shoulda knew I was a Jedi when I flew in on a red-eye
So why are y’all surprised I’m here attackin’ a Clone?
I’m a star! Wit’ a Rocket in Houston
That’s not a bar
This Is For The Lover and You: Shalimar
He like, “I got two broads” So?
Both them bitches ugly
You might wanna get a Swiffer Jet or somethin’, ‘cause both them bitches dusty
Type nigga claiming he a hustler, knowin’ he a flunky
Type nigga get locked and have to start a GoFundMe!
That’s disgusting!
And ONE of them bitches SLOW!
I’m tryna keep it nice…
But it’s like Anwar tryna argue
She can’t read or write (Reda right)
Well, this is genius-
(*A couple crowd members surrounding the battlers start saying the bar was fire*)
It’s like-
And ONE of them bitches SLOW!
(I like saying that)
And ONE of them bitches SLOW!
I’m tryna keep it nice…
But it’s like Anwar tryna argue
She can’t read or write (Reda right)
Well, this is genius, right?
I mean, fuck it, your name Clone, bro
Fuse them two broke bitches together and make a whole ho!
Ay! Peep this
I could make a round about the roundabout around your house
Silencer - shh! shh! shh!
Sound like I’m tryna sound it out
You mad about it?
Hit his T again, I missed the bitch
I see his men and give his T a twin: Sister, Sister
BOY! They gon’ say Henny drug you, nigga
BOY! Your GoFundMe made six hundred - they don’t love you, nigga
BOY! Your name Clone ‘cause John sonned you, nigga
BOY! I’mma have you cryin’ for your mama like Stumbles, nigga!
BOY! BOY!
Y’all think I give a fuck who was ampin’ him!?
They even took Snake belt
Now who’s the Champion?
Trap, bitch!