[Round 1: Chilla Jones]
He's a Canadian Crip y'all, hate him or love him
I figured with that reputation you wouldn't make it through customs
I never knew there was a Grape Street in Ottawa
Shouldn't you be gang banging or something? Aiming and dumping
A lot of battlers say that you're fronting but I get it bro
This geeky image you display is nothing but a front
To keep your gangsta self away from the public
I overheard a few ladies discussing how they here to see they Canadian husband
Right?
sh**, I thought they was speaking about Pat Stay...but they wasn't
They said your skinny muscleless frame is irresistible
Though most women say it's disgusting
These chicks, can't wait til you touch them
They're praying you f** them
How do you do it bro? Is it good conversation?
Quick advances when you get the chances? Wait...you into dancing?
Screw it, let's not play stupid, he isn't handsome
He's awkward as hell plus his wardrobe works to his disadvantage
Cause, everything you own says Virgin, you Richard Branson
Just glancing, I can tell you a virgin, it's in the way that you stand
When Bonnie went for your privates I bet you came in your pants
For three rounds, you told us how the p**y stunk on some skunk sh**
How she's a s*ut b**h, that jumped ship to s** dick
But it's funny the minute she had your c*nt gripped you loved it
She tried to dick check and grabbed you by the p**y on some Trump sh**
Now last year I seen some chump sh**
He had his eye on [?] but another battler bagged her
Let her feel a peen (Philippine) all night long
Boy you were so distraught, that next day that young boy put an end to ya (India), did this guy wrong
Either he didn't care for his career or he into (Oriental) losing cause he ain't even [?]
Let bygones be bygones
Or you gonna be dropping tears/tiers for being too dramatic
Even if Math said he was mean, all it would mean is dude is average
I set a light (satellite) on top to Dish out pain when I'm shooting ratchets
Yeah, ten'll (antenna) Clear things up
Get the picture? That's what I use for static
But it ain't all about suits and caskets, generally I'd slide across your hood to prove these Dukes are Hazard
You 'bout to lose a cla**ic, and get your mic jacked (Mike Jack')
It's like moonwalking cause your feet (defeat) got you moving backwards
Yeah I had a da feet/defeat bar!
I had to see what it was hitting for, I got the winning score
You think not? You misinformed, you gotta listen more
n***as is getting Dumb & Dumber if they can't see how I'm whipping dawg