[Round 1: Tay Roc]
Real n***as was calling my phone like, "This can not be legit."
Look at him, do he look like the type of dude I get to beefing with?
They telling me don't use the street approach cause at King Of The Dot this geek can spit
Eat a dick, this is America you Canadian piece of sh**
What's this supposed to be? Tay Roc vers' the white boy that spray Glocks?
b**h you look like McLovin, Paul Walker and Michael J. Fox
I heard about that relationship that you and Pat Stay got
Aye Pat, this your b**h? Well this is how I'ma do your bae, watch (Baywatch)
Your corny a** will get DDT'd on the floor and dragged
Robbed for you ID, debit card and boarding pa**
I'm surely mad, a switchblade will do Corey bad
I pa** my n***a P the gun (Peter Gunz) and hit Corey's dad
How you start battle rapping where you from? I don't get it fam'
You're not even qualified for the sh** you saying, this sh** a scam
Where I'm from it's a must that I grip a can
But you are from Ottawa, Canada, Google it, sh** look like Disney Land
Aye where he's from there's nowhere where y'all would fair stand
22 murders happened in his city within a year span
f** you know about cops k**ing black people? Can you picture that?
No, cause more n***as die on roller coasters than were you living at
Your city wack, I'll pop up in Ottawa with a mini mac
I ain't showing mercy I damn sure won't show you pity Pat
You try to run when I grab on the gat
Bullets go through Charron and then they hit Pat on the back
I was in school with pussies like you and they was all geeks
When I wanted my homework done, I kinda gave 'em a beef like
"If all my answers wrong you get f**ed up, but if you get 'em right you get to buy my lunch all week."
This n***a Charron is beyond sweet
You let a n***a that slap n***as a**es leave a hand print on your soft cheek
And you ain't even slap him back
You slap my hat I'ma have a toy coming out the box for this Crackerjack
Matter of fact, this for my fans
Don't talk about how you been on Smack when you ain't even see the top man
Talk about how you been on Smack and your nose can hold five grams
Talk about the last time you been on Smack and you lost
To K-Shine's hand, god damn
Who say he amazing?
You only like him cause he a white boy with cool rebu*tals
Besides that you ain't entertaining
When you get hit with this .380 waving
I'll leave a pig on the strip, all y'all gon' see is a Canadian baking (bacon)
You Canadian f*g
AR's I do a Canadian bad
I make sure this white boy leaves red like the Canadian flag
You know the leaves are red on the Canadian flag if you didn't know
I'll slit your throat, have you choking in front of Bishop Brigante like Cyssero
Get me bro? You look like a cab driver
A dirty blond hair version of Quagmire
Picture him trapping trying to get his stacks higher
I got goons that'll Rob 'em and leave with his baby like Blac Chyna
Aye, you gon' make me come to Canada, get pointed to your hood
Find you and your clan members then pointed to your hood
If I can't find you then f** it, I'll lynch the wrong person
Strapped with three K's, who ever we come across (a cross) burning
I can take that same bar and do a different version
n***as murk him, leave a cracker body in Mississippi Burning
I ain't a friendly person, if it jam you'll be really hurting
I'll f** around and beat you with it til the semi working
All that Smack k**er sh**, watch your mouth, don't get your jaw splitted
I'll have Ars like "Chill out Roc, you know he autistic!"
I don't give a f**
If you had that King Of The Dot chain I would run off with it
Snatch it off your neck so hard your head will come off with it
Light bars
[Round 1: Charron]
They said I was facing a giant when I hopped in the ring
This is David vers' Goliath, I'm putting Roc(k) in a sling
You gon' violate me? Yeah you probably could
If you put hands on me I'm tapping pockets like Suge
I came to Newark by myself, you thought you was good?
This Ronald Reagan, a white boy's pushing Roc(k) in the hood
The gun bar king, you really pop that trey? Stop that Tay
Thinking I'm scared of a Calicoe, I am not Pat Stay
If it ain't Smack it don't count, that's how you play Roc?
You think they stop the game when you travel? This ain't the NBA Roc
You told me to calm it down on social media, right?
I'm all up in your face Roc
You know calm it down, social media, right? I ain't giving you no space Roc
Every line is how you bust gats and make a gun blast
You don't need to grab the pump you have enough gas
Claiming you'll shoot does not astound me
You acting 'bout that Iron Man like Robert Downey
Using guns as a crutch, I don't care if there's Glocks around me
You're a b**h that can't win without arm bars, you Ronda Rousey
Taking white out, I'll expose what your mistakes are
I'm blacking so you can't play the race card
Try to make bars without a Glock or AR
You wanna see a K Shine in an Arsonal of Clips I'll bring you to my graveyard
I said respect first then money, basic sh**
When you put people under pressure you can take the sh**
Listen I'ma leave you right where you stand
Have your ambulance pa** your Timbalands right off to your man
But those aren't my bars, I'm not even saying them right
I just wanted to spit a Jadakiss verse before Suge does later tonight
Tay asked me to post a song, I did not do it
Just cause I'm white you think I like Roc(k) music?
I mean people are saying that's light but a hospital is where you're taken to
You a second round rapper, this is not one you can take in two
Ars' died, no Liam Neeson but Taken 2 (too)
Find your daughter make that kidnap, I'm k**ing Tay kin too
You rep B-More in terrible fashion
I'm giving heavy metal if this Maryland man sin (Marilyn Manson)
Y'all want gun bars?
You the top dawg getting a shot from a vet
You getting k**ed by Clips, I can copy respect
You spell it R.O.C., that's a problem I bet
It's only right I put a K to Roc since I auto correct
I run up on him [?] home with smoothness
Put it to the back of this dude's dome, shoot clips
He don't know, hit him with the Tec's (text) like new phone
Who dis? I'm the best dawg
It's k**ing season, if I'm slept on, he really sleeping
So back off, get in my face I'm twisting caps off, you get the Nitty treatment
I will break into this b**hes home, I'll give everyone in that room aid if you don't live alone
But you gon' get these hands, it'll split your dome
I'll beat the piss out Roc(k), that's a kidney stone
But it don't sound believable, right? Just cause I'm nerdy
I swear to God I'll do him dirty
Walk up to him with my fists like...Jersey
[Round 2: Tay Roc]
Ayo, back up off me
You should've known you would die if Ars' had to call me
Just think of Eddie Murphy in Shrek, I'ma act a donkey
You say anything, close to "n***a" I'll smack a honky
This the round I disrespect him, I'ma have you cracker's salty
I might lose a couple white friends when this battle through
My man Zack hit me like, "Hey man I ain't know you felt that way about white people."
Well now you do
Nothing against all white people cause they got talent too
But since you a cracker, I'ma use crackers to wil' on you
Like, I was thinking about coming to this battle, and forgetting everything I was gon' rap about
Soon as Ray Swag say "Call it in the a-" I was gonna crack your scalp
Have Ars' like "Roc, what's that about? Why you blacking out?"
"Cause I told you, if I don't like the Party Mix I take the crackers out."
If Pat Stay think he big and bad I quickly stab ya
Put it in his back, twist the dagger
Lift and clap ya, Charron we gon' go fishing after
I'ma toss you off a boat
All the cops gon' find is tuna fish and crackers
f*ggot, don't make a pound come off the waist
I will give white chalk you are bound to get erased
I'm being childish in the place, I'm really wildin' on your race
I don't like cheese and crackers so don't be smiling in my face
I'll have your ankles tied to a cinder block you get thrown off a river dock
Get the plot, get the land in place of this pilgrim is Plymouth Rock
I'll grip a Glock, show up to your front door and I n***a knock
For thinking you'se an animal, cracker you get put in a box
f** you, which one of y'all Grape's shoot for him?
You ga**ed thinking you can win, why they boosting him?
Ars' I f** with Jersey but I am not f**ing with them if they root for him
This ain't communion so why we got crackers and Grapes juicing him?
I'm doing cracker flips cause I love crackers
You ain't from round these parts and we don't f** with you squares
This ain't your club cracker
I catch your grandmother, n***as Saran Wrap her
I got goons and I send 'em in (cinnamon) for your gram (graham) cracker
That's different
When you run up on me, have your weapon drawn or it'll be a Dizaster
This mini chopper from Lebanon, you'll be missing for hella long
The cops gonna have to go (gold) fish for a cracker, that's Pepperidge Farm
He'll get hit with something husky it ain't a sled dog
Run, get your whole wig blew (blue) Sonic the Hedgehog
You a b**h a** white boy, that probably owns a pet frog
Pat Stay said he be f**ing you and your p**y smell like wet dog
f*ggot, don't talk like you get hella reckless
You with a gun, ehh, that's just as effective as Ace Ventura the Pet Detective
Your temple will get rocked, if you ain't got that protected
Your view would be more f**ed up than everyone else's that's bad perspective
Do some stupid sh**, I got a surprise for you
Who said I wouldn't get my second half if I knocked you out, Ars' lied to you
I'll f** around, crack your head Ars' will tell you
That we ain't get paid for breach of contract and we'll split your second half
Dude is a fraud, I'll crack your face how I do a Seagal
I pair will lie him down, paralyze, your body? Won't have no movement at all
Reload the clip, let your crew get involved
I got a sample for everybody like Chinese food in the mall
You stabbing and shooting who? Not Shaggy from Scooby Doo
Only time you had a 100 Bulletz at your side was your 2 on 2
If we fight, you don't even know what I would do to you
I'll slap your brain half way out your head, you won't know who is who
You say stupid sh** out your mouth
You pull out a fake hammer, I'ma show you a real gun
You say sh** that's real dumb
Like, "I'ma f** up Roc's chances of getting Hollow."
That's only gon' increase your chances of getting a real one
I'm done clowning him a little
This what happens when you put Malcolm X vers' Malcolm In The Middle
[Round 2: Charron]
I said I f**ed you up that first round, that's legit
I mean why you think that I'd be salty cause all you had was some cracker flips?
Well your girl s**ed my dick
I was at that b**hes house
Since he brought up holy communion you should've known she had a cracker in her mouth
Yo, but me and Tay Roc are boys, I ain't mad at you son
We'll get back to the fishing trips once this match up is done
We partied at the last Smack event it was actually fun
Until the bouncer kicked him out cause he couldn't handle his Rum
Amityville, you just making up new words, that's a reach
I guess being Gun Titles is a few perks
Against Nitty you didn't even sound like you, the fact is the truth hurts
Before the battle: Tay Roc
During the battle: Tsu Surf
But f** the jokes, let me start to talk
Alcatraz, I got bars for Roc(k)
I'll pay your old girl to shank ya, ex marks the spot
Mt. Rushmore, for dead presidents I'll be carving Roc(k)
But he's a gangster, he really sparks the Glock
Since he's a G I'll adjust (geologist) to break down every part of Roc(k)
Now they can see I have more heart than Roc
You know C.I. Central Intelligence, Kevin Hart/The Rock
When you rap on URL, that's gas
You have a partner in Gun Titles that's trash
Tell Surf I'd win every round, that's facts
This Canadian will drop three on you, that's Nash
And you said you'd put a face on the fifty like Thomas Jefferson
That's light; Thomas Edison
Like why you perform that? This who Baltimore raving (Raven) y'all don't give him flack?
Oh, I didn't know he was your quarterback
I run up on him, he toward the back
I got Tay Roc in reverse from where Corey at
What I gotta spell it out for you?
Tay Roc in reverse is Cory At
Now Corey's back, don't make this sh** more than rap
Your grave big, it's something Taye dig (Diggs) since you're an act
Fight fire with fire, you bring the deuce deuce, we make the 40 clap
This a 30 Roc, pull out a trey see (Tracy) more guns (Morgan) back
It's no issue we gon' rip your bone tissue
You got some Baltimore boys I'll take their souls with you
This diva dying, I don't care if you're Maryland men roll (Marilyn Monroe) with you
As soon as dislocate, the arms popping
You've been doing all of this gun talk, your bars flopping
f** rap, let's take it out back and start boxing
Your career can end outside of the ring like Bernard Hopkins
You do not phase me, I gotta shout out the Illuminati since the paid me
These hands will put Roc in the air; I'm Jay-Z
But me and Ars' gon' do a drive-by, I'll let the gat blow
The cops catch me it's cool, they probably know my dad yo
Yo, the seat recline clap slow, I Lean Back, now Rockaway like I'm Fat Joe
But these gun bars aren't believable, there's a slight difference
You'll get raised by the pops, that's white privilege
But they say whites don't belong in hip hop, I thought that's cool
I ain't trying to Jack Black culture when Roc(k) get schooled
You overreact when you pop the tool
They gave you energy off gas and rock like fossil fuels
[Round 3: Tay Roc]
Aye, you pulled out a purple flag vers' Ars' like you was Cripping and sh**
I dare you to pull out a purple flag now that the Crips in this b**h
I heard his parents was rich as a b**h
So if I get this white boy Rob'bed would that be Ridiculousness?
No MTV, think TMZ when I'm shooting sh** out the whip
I be Wild N' Out, ain't nothing humorous 'bout the Clips
Pistol whip you til your bowels loose and you is about to sh**
Keep talking p**y I'll slap the uterus out your lips
You look the type to Catfish a n***a, using a lady picture
Nah, you look like a kid that got molested by his Catholic priest and his baby sitter
Who paid this wigger? I cut your face, let the razor skin ya
A lead pipe put your Chin on a pole like an Asian stripper
Why switch up my style for you, when I can zone out?
Instead of a different approach I'll take my own route
If he was strapped and hesitated to pull his chrome out
I take his gun from him and put this Cracker Barrel in his own mouth
Get his wig blown out with a street sweeper
We keep heaters, 9 milli's, street sweepers
Think it's a game til my peeps see ya
They chop you up with a meat cleaver then stuff you right in the deep freezer
I run in cribs, act like you know what the f** it is
Before I come to yours, kick your door, start dumping sigs
I am at his mother then bust her wig
His whole family get hit with the machine that's Honey I Shrunk The Kids
Who want the biz? I'ma make him eat a Heckler
The clip hang so you know it's more to it like et cetera
This cracker's a f*ggot I'm telling ya
You was scared when Bonnie grabbed your dick but you let Pat Stay do that sh** on the regular
That's weird sh**, that's queer sh**
And you a soft nerd, I'll smack Mark Wahlberg with the Mossberg
Shots fired, shells drop, all y'all heard
I have the detectives try to solve a puzzle if we cross words
The toolie air ya, try me I truly dare ya
What I do with a bat the docs won't be able to repair ya
I put a gash in his head the whole wound will scare ya
When I'm finished he can't fit his hat, I call that leaving no room for error (Era)
He'd prolly sue me if I swung off on him
Hook you up to life support then pull the plug off on him
We'd f** Pat's big a** up, you gon' run off on him
Get back smacked til the black of my hand rub off on him
Out in London you battled Chilla, they was calling you "Sharon"
Even though your name is Charron I guess they just wasn't caring
But I got a box for you Sharon and you won't go in there alone
I have Pat Stay and Sharon sharing caskets and sharing (Sharon) Stones
I air the tone in his skull I'm trying to put one
Your face turn purple your autopsy gon' look dumb
Why you keep talking? You the shook one
This white boy gon' die trying to hang off Roc(k) that's Macaulay Culkin in The Good Son
Aye, if we don't get the job done right once we rock you?
Then we treat white like crack and re rock you
Why put the pump on his tongue like a Reebok shoe?
I put you in that casket take you out then re-box you
Psssst....Gang
[Round 3: Charron]
Call me Macaulay Culkin [?] kind of different flips
I could say it's cause I'm in the trap house and pitching bricks
Nah I ain't gonna say that, that's what the Macaulay Culkin had said
I'm more like Joe Pesci though in Home Alone cause I'm fire off the top of the head
I can do anything, I can do a couple flips
I can do sh** that you can do, talk about the gun I grip
I can do anything, I can even go rebu*tal this
He says it looks like I Catfished someone, well you don't know who you f**ing with
And you heard him call me Wahlberg so I'ma use the lead
The bear will (barrel) talk to this Mark like the movie Ted
He wouldn't put some money up this b**h is lame
I'ma take Roc(k), Paper for thinking this is a (Scissor) game
I even push zips when I'm travelling
I take everyone's work and flip it like John John when he's battling
Soon as I find out that house that you trapping in
You come home to an empty crib with no china/Chyna, you Rob Kardashian
"I'll stick my dick in your daughter's pudding", you said that to Arsonal
Damn, after Newark you gon' be M.I.A. like Arsonal's fam'
Out in Maryland you'll get dropped, hit your [?] wifey with a motherf**ing head shot
Got her in a leg lock, hospital the next stop
Flintstones, Bam Bam, the whole family in a Bedrock (bed Roc)
I saw a picture of your woman, she's beautiful, she can catch pipe
I was all up in her raw dog last night
Nine months later there's a kid, he's mad hype
Til he sees the color of his skin and screams "That's light! That's light!"
You know what else rhymes with "That's light?"
It be "Him being pimped out by Smack White."
He got you on contract for $3,500? That's light
But you thought Jefferson was on the $50, you ain't never had your cash right
On Facebook you apologized to Smack for taking this match
As a family man you should never be sorry for making some cash
He posted, "My loyalty is with Smack. No other league is worthy of these gun bars."
Delete, disappeared quicker than Tsu Surf gun charge
You think being disrespectful is all that counts
Well Ars' left URL, started UDubb and bought a house
So what's more disrespectful, you saying you bust a nut on his daughter's blouse
Or you allowing Smack to take food out your daughter's mouth?
You're a big name, go and charge the league, Smack don't want you to make bread, it ain't hard to see
Your daughter is gonna cry at Christmas like, "Daddy, how come there's no cards to read?"
And you'll be like, "Sorry princess, this year Christmas is on RMT, ssmmmmmmack"
Mook and Smack and [?] almost fought, he couldn't stop smiling
If he says he doesn't make money off you tell him to stop lying
What you amounting (a mountain) to? He's stock piling
He's using you as a stepping stone to get to the top, he's Roc(k) climbing
I'll pay someone to k** you, cash deposit
I say get him from long range ain't a cat that saw it
Now rocket from a distance like NASA launched it
The way my Hitman Shot gun's not even Smack could block it
You've had crowd control all of your life
Well I'm all up in your grill, I make 'em more hype
I got the hands up before the punch, that's a Norbs fight
You lost, call up Mr. Cla**ic and apologize for that
You can make fun of me since I was slapped
But I'd rather get smacked by Shine then all my shine to Smack
He just used you to stack chips, Shine may have left hand prints
But I'd rather get smacked b**h than be Smack's b**h
Another URL rapper I get to add to the bag
Was supposed to go against Tsu but I swore to k** this man from the Cave
Next I want Lux, Mook, I'm coming after the names
I was using Roc as a chess piece like Andy Dufresne
And next you want Hollow on URL? Let me close with a fun fact
You just lost to Charron at UDubb, let's see if they let you come back