[Round 1: Caustic]
Black ginger!
Word has it you that you've been rapping for about three and a half years
You write your battles to beats so actually you're like a black Tricky P and that's weird
I never in my life thought I'd battle somebody wacker than Q
Twenty minutes later, my phone rings and SURPRISE! I'm battling you
I mean, you ain't the hometown hero so homie lose the attitude
Cause you and I both know that Hollohan's only rooting for half of you
I mean, if I looked like you I'd be so f**ing embarra**ed
I mean c'mon bro, it looks like P-Nut is both of your parents
I'm not being lyrical, I'm just being real with you
You look like a mixture of Mischief and Miracle if they never discovered Clearasil
How dare it y'all, stop laughing
I'm just trying to make this f*ggot stop rapping
I mean you have such raw acne your face looks like a pair of acid washed khakis
I mean yo, if I looked like you, I'd be mad depressed
If you had a pack of Skittles right now, George Zimmerman would beat your silly a** half to d**h
I mean, you a sacrificial lamb, cause face it you ain't sh** to the scene
Which basically means they sent you here to take hits for the team
So how the f**'s a pawn gonna say sh** to the king?
b**h you look like you're in a cover band called Beige Against The Machine
I mean, you kinda remind me of the cast from Facts Of Life
I mean, not cause you're funny but because your family photos were in black and white
If you anxious to see the afterlife then this skinny b**h will get k**ed
Plus you'd think you'd be fatter since you're 50% milk
So this is real sk**, why I gotta listen to this f*ggot rap?
My bad y'all, I'm not gonna stand for that
I mean if y'all really feeling this dude I gotta ask, Where the f** your standards at?"
Cause where I'm standing at, New'l must be short for a new f**ing low in battle rap
[Round 2: Caustic]
So I guess I'm all jokes right?
Maybe you'd like me on some grown man sh**...alright
Show some respect kiddo, where we standing is very profound
I mean we in the holy land and ancient Fresh Coast burial grounds
So if you keep staring me down I'ma leave you staring at clouds
I'll cut your little f**ing beige face off and wear it around
Yeah, pay attention, you may learn a lesson and I may murk a freshman
I make nerds surrender like trained German Shepherds
My straight blade enter your intestines
Burst your appendix, sever nerves and tendons like the murder weapon from Urban Legend
Yeah, I'm back on my sh** again
Chin made of granite fists of obsidian
Send you straight to nirvana like six hits of lithium
You f**ed up, stuck in the ring with the big Sicilian
Quickly k**ing 'em
Become Jason when I put that mask on like Kid Chameleon
Oh, my second reference is saucy
Yeah if Blaze Men is your posse then I'm straight catching a homi
Dig graves next to your mommy
And take heads off of bodies like brave fencing Musashi
See, he's already tripping
Didn't expect to have me all in business
I'm evil when that shotty hit him
The buckshot will eat away the competition
Leaving your body twisted like Korean Zombie submissions
f**
See Grind Time died cause they couldn't let go of they pride
Now I'll feel like Anderson Silva coming over from Prague
Except I'm focused on strikes I'm reloading my nine
I'm licking shots til everybody close to you dies
Then dig up the body and prop open the rise
And make 'em hold up a sign that says, "No one survived"
Yo, just for even thinking you could rank
b**h you're leaving in disgrace
Tell your skeezy f**ing sister I got a penis she can taste
I will bend that b**h over with my fingers on her waist
And f** that b**h Cheryl right in front of you with four f**ing fingers in your face
It's always the wack motherf**ers talking 'bout bars over jokes
Be the first ones to try to turn it into a comedy roast
Man half your battles you got a frog in your throat
Cause you forgot what you wrote
So if you think about it you motto should be "bars over chokes"
Yo, f** bars over jokes, I hope your moms overdose
I'll run your dad over on a fish trip and tell him "cars over boats"
So keep talking all that silly sh** about bars over jokes
Cause all it does is remind us all that you aren't good at both
[Round 3: Caustic]
...I'd like to thank the Fresh Coast for all these years holding me down
The only thing we know for sure is that if you got your girlfriend pregnant
She's probably give birth to a penguin
You talk about my voice? b**h your sh** is so high pitched it broke
And that sh** cracks so much that Cadalack Ron tried to smoke it
I still can't believe this f*ggot calls his clique "Blaze Men"
That's some Tyco first microphone sixth grade sh**
Cause this crap that you write will never see a big payment
And no, being black and white does not make you a Ying Yang Twin
I mean he wants to be a rapper like me but he was born in the 90's
He wanna feel black like Spike Lee but you look more like Ice-T
You're a f**ing douche bag on Twitter talking 'bout "MCA, R.I.P."
Then this f**ing new jack proceeded to post a picture of Mike D
Oh you getting mad right?
After this battle I don't care if we're not friends
Cause Calgary's got seven rappers total and you didn't even make the top ten
That's three b**h