[Round 1: Rone]
So Emmitt Smith is how I cut at you, but I don't need a .22
I'm here to take a dump on you and blame it on the stomach flu
I am here to flummox you
Really bring the thunder through
You'll get finished like this basement
WHICH BY THE WAY IS WONDERFUL!
Yeah, I brought my manners today
So f** what he's rapping about
Marvin, take notes, that's how you compliment the man of the house
But I can steal any b**h he's with
By saying, "Your man's impotent"
Simpletons bag Simpletons
I'm taking that idiot
She's gonna have fingerprints right on her damn cli*oris
She'll get the hardwood like this flooring
WHICH BY THE WAY IS MAGNIFICENT!
I let that musket co*k for that mustard rock
Cornwall to this cornball and he's husking stocks
I'll get your onion rocked and your funion popped
One week prep, I'm spitting gibberish and it's f**ing hot
I got a coffin for this p**y, but that's just a box
f** a domey, I got homies
We ain't slumping shots
One will slump his ribs, another slumps his top
You can find out if the white man can jump or not
I mean, what are you supposed to be Marvin?
One of those new scary rappers?
Just a human
What are you supposed to be? One of those new scary rappers?
Your pay grades are low by tooth fairy standards
Your whole squad gets gwap like blueberry ranchers
You couldn't get on in Detroit if you blew Barry Sanders
You know what he gets credit on?
The Internet and message boards
You know what he doesn't get credit on?
His f**ing credit score!
But I'm not a shooter like Tony Parker
It's not on safety like Roman Harper
But I am here to f** up the game like I'm Joey Crawford
So I marvel at the fact they thinking Marv is marvelous
You are nothing but a comic and not the type that Marvel is
This will be Greek to you, but I am the Spawn of Artemis and Spartacus
I find Achilles heels and rip through tendons and the cartilage
And that's exactly why Rone's here
So you don't wanna go there
This is a lovely environment for a sleepover
But you finna leave your soul here
[Round 1: Marv Won]
So it's Marv versus...the hard hitting poet
So now y'all can watch the poet get hit hard
I'm sneezing on all the Halloween candy Rone
I'm giving you nothing but sick bars
I bet you got a lot of jokes about my weight
Probably how I'm wider than six cars
And that hurts
Because fat people make gym appointments
It's just you know, life happens and sometimes we miss ours
But who are you to judge me?
Roney baby the prince soon to be the king
If you had a kid I'd punch Roney's baby in the face
Because I know he wouldn't do a thing
Except call the law
There's not a cop that Roney wouldn't ring
He could be playing tee ball
Bases loaded, no outfielders and Roney still wouldn't swing
I'm not judging him...it's cool
He's just not that type of guy
He likes trucker hats and Pabst Blue Ribbon
He's American as apple pie
Damn...somebody said "pie"
Wait, wait, wait. I did. My bad
Well f** it, I'll take a slice al la mode
I'm like a Mexican moving company
For the right price I'll unload
Keep thinking I'm the actor...until you find yourself trying out for the role
I'm heartless
I'll leave you brainless with this metal
Take your courage and ease on down the road
I'm lying/lion
I would never want to seal my friend's fate
What I look like putting hands on Rone?
Do I work at Penn State?
He be like, "Look, Jerry touched me. Okay? He rarely f**ed me
And on the times that he did, it was cheeses and wine and soft music
He made me feel very lucky"
And I'm like, "Rone. You grown
You can like what you like
But to me that seems fairly yucky"
That's when he snaps like, "SHUT UP, YOU DON'T KNOW MY LIFE!
I CAN TELL THAT JERRY LOVED ME!"
So dig it, I apologize to everybody who got k**ed in the fray
We gon' take our time breaking Adam/atom down simply because Rone wasn't built in a day
[Round 2: Rone]
So let's address the elephant in the room
Another fat person to battle?
Are y'all f**ing with me?
I don't get it
What kind of monster do you want me to be?
It's like you're serving him up to me like a slob on a paper plate
But I swear to God I'm trying to be a good person
And I'm not going to take the bait
So guess what...I think it's great that you're fat
You made a style from it
No, I think it's really f**ing awesome man, you should be proud of it
I mean, you shown in the right shirt and you're probably looking hench
And I bet it's way more comfortable for you to sit on a wooden bench
You have a shelf for all of your snacks
Your cup can sit on your gut
And I bet you're way more comfortable through all the wintery months
I mean, girls want to hug you...you got that teddy bear effect
You smell nice
Anytime you wanna jerk off you can look down and stare at a pair of tits
I mean, you can wear f**ing sweat pants on any day that you pick
And I heard that being fat provides much needed energy when you're sick
I bet you're proud of your...wait/weight
I'm getting a text
It said, "f** him. Don't give him any respect."
Of all the enemies threats, well you're the heaviest yet
So I'm gonna cut through all the fat and I'm get at his neck
Back when he was a kid
He used to beg for a ride and never went
Couldn't fit on the pegs of a bike
On roller coasters, you can't fit your legs on a ride
Marvin, your body shaped like an egg on its side
Think about it. Think about it for a second. It's huge
I mean every word I udder about your udders
Your gut don't make you gutter
You are the average fat guy
You have a cookie cutter cookie cutter
You're like a snowman come to life in flesh and blood
MarvWon, one what? One metric ton?
Beside your pair of D's, you're good at parodies son
But I got a pair of D's for you...a pair of deez nuts!
I mean, you have an online battle that's filmed against Eminem
You look like you've been eating M&M's since like you trying to get revenge
Bro, MarvWon of the Fat k**ers, we're not believing in your group
And I'ma bring this sh** full circle in a meaty little loop
Every fat person I done battled I done beat them 'til they're blue
So who's more of a fat k**er? Is it me or is it you?
[Round 2: MarvWon]
Oh hard hitting poet
You sound so intelligent when you rap
No, like I really mean that
Like honestly so eloquent when you snap
You sound smooth
Your opponents don't even see you setting them a trap
You so conservative I bet you have a tattoo of an elephant on your back
That's because he's republican and he hates black people
When I first got the word that Rone wanted to battle me
I was shook like, "Why?"
We saw the footage
We all know he don't do Goodz against n***as with personalities
But here you are
You get the looks we don't
And I'm not sure if I can handle that
You are the poster boy for white privilege
You are the Christian Laettner of battle rap
Rone, you are so white that I bet you enjoyed the movie Paul Blart: Mall Cop
You so white that you go to the Sadie Hawkins dance
And afterwards you take your dates to the malt shop
You are so white you tell bill collectors you don't have the money and the calls stop
You so white that at sleep overs I bet you gave your Indian friends the blankets with the smallpox
We not the same Rone
I grew up around kids we sold d** and bust guns
You grew up around people who's dads made the d** my friends sold and had trust funds
Your life has been one big party
Well now you got a plus one
So when you see this rapper get choked and stuntered
Don't mistake him for Lush One
Now I'm showing up
I'm show boating
Rone, I'm up one
You're a bad leprechaun
You've lost your clover and your rabbit's foot
It's looking like your lucks done
I'm up here preaching beloved
I'm feeling like Loaded Marv Lux Won
And since you my man
The box that I put you in I guarantee will be a plush one
Again
I want to apologize to everybody I k**ed in the the fray
I'ma take my time breaking down Adam/Atom down
Simply because Rone wasn't built in a day
[Round 3: Rone]
Yo, I thought that was a cool a** verse
How you talked about how you got guns
But let me remind you real quick
This is hip hop and this is not fun
Whenever I test my pupil
All his attempts are futile
At worst you're a dead broke son of a b**h
At best you're frugal
And there's a formula to beat you
[?] left a loophole
Like a five hole goal on a wrister from Jeffrey Lupal
See you have no haymakers when you throw
So what you call dat?
And if you can't score a knockout you ain't all dat
You never try nothing big cause it'll fall flat
It's like a 15 round fight and f**ing all jabs
It's like a big trip to nowhere dawg, we just get bored
It's like walking all the way around the block just to get next door
But y'all done let me out my cage and set me on this gay
Little customer as prey
Just to crush him as a stage
Marv the one trick pony, I don't have to check the tape
Dawg, we can tell you're boring just by looking at your name
If you were a flavor you'd be plain
If you were a horse you'd be lame
If you were a tee you'd be gray
If you were a color you'd be beige
I mean, bro, every verse of yours the same
No type of aggression, timid and tepid
Sprinkling a basketball reference
What up Marvin?
You my dude so I'ma put you onto the plot
You gon' need some sunscreen and a beach towel
Cause this sh**'s finna be hot!
I mean...
They love it!
They love it in New Hampshire!
They love me in New Hampshire!
After this, I'll be taking shots
But you gonna need some novacane
You will get straight flushed and I'm not talking poker games
Watch how easy it is to post a Greg Ostertag
The little sisters of the poor versus Notre Dame
Or Lois Lane versus Roman Rains
You better ensure that he's insured
I am not what you call safe
I'm talking State Farm
Farmers, Progressive or All State
How I do this sh**? All day
The Kanye of this ball game
It's like the world is trying to give me the King Of The Dot chain
You see Roney Bay the Prince, big or the small stage
Roney Bay the Prince and I'm going high octane
I feel like the golden boy, I feel like the prom king
You see the prince on everything like black lights on a crime scene
So am I afraid of over saturation?
Like they might relegate the kid
Less than a year ago I had former mentors telling me to quit
I read the message and bristled, about as pissed as can be
And I said from them, "f** everybody" I do this sh** for me
And I love the grind
You can find me where the work is
I love the repetition
I love feeling nervous
I am terrified to fail
I run from mediocrity
There's no amount of adoration or adulation that's enough for me
Not my favorite actors and artists saying they f** with me
Not NBA players, that's seven footers looking up to me
f** everybody, I don't need any pals
But Roney going solo up north to deep in the south
And you gon' learn some sh** about me if y'all keep me around
They stick their head up in my business and I'ma leave with a scalp
Let's go baby
[Round 3: MarvWon]
Rone...why you hate fat people so much?
Honestly, what did we do to you?
Did we bully you in the hallway?
At school did we take your lunch from you?
Did we catch your b**h's eye?
Did one of us take your boo from you?
It's gotta be something personal
Because the way you focus on another man's size is unusual
I think it's simply because you're malnutritioned and pal you tripping
He ain't 'bout that life
I said, "Rone, you wanna see this new cal?"
And he said, "Who, Ripkin?"
I said, "No."
I said, "Rone man, don't f** with that b**h she a snake."
He said, "Who? Plissken?"
I said, "If we beefing I put my animals on his roof."
He said, "Oh, Blistkin"
I said, "Roney he do not want to rumple."
He said, "Stiltskin?"
I said, "Nah man I got these two nines. This pair is shooting."
He said, "Hilton?"
See Roney, I could've talked how that K work
Or that forty blam, but you are a means to an end
I just took this battle to go to Story Land
Oh, no New Hampshire reaction? That's crazy. Three people from New Hampshire here. Nobody from New Hampshire here. I thought the roof was gonna come off. Nobody here from New Hampshire
Roney, I'm always around the big shots
I'm like a Robert Horry fan
And you? Your novelty is starting to wear off
You really starting to bore me fam
See you? You a flash in the pan
So here's your laugh in advance, you f**ing comedian
I don't have to ask where you stand
Because I know you will literally show your a**
To anybody who got some cash in they hands
If they flashing some grands
Then it seems you will adapt to they plans
I'm not getting it
I'm a serial k**er, no Fruit Loops, I'm hard in this b**h
I'm looking like Minnesota Luke's boots
It's easy to be Jedi when you f**ing with the Yoda
No E. Farrell when I give you these cans I'm not giving you a soda
And if I'm giving you a soda, f** it, it might as well be grape
King Kong of this battle sh**, now you dealing with an ape
It's incredible how you have a models body with an old lady's face
(That's that Bruce Jenner sh**)
[Rone]
It's Caitlyn Jenner. It's Caitlyn Jenner. Show some respect. Show some goddamn respect
[MarvWon]
It's incredible how you have a models body with an old lady's face
And I promise it's not poo when I start shooting you the ape
(This is all freestyle. Charlie Clips style.)
I say Jakki, I know it's your birthday
But you must be crazy dude to think that Rone can beat me
And I just bought them .380's through and the last thing he gon' see is that D over that navy blue like
There's a baby in here you should probably give him some baby food