Charron - Charron vs Chilla Jones lyrics

[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 gon' 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 This undercover cop, lying/lion on his shield like Gryffindor Now is you spitting or dancing? My question is, what you be doing with your hands? Are you seizing while you're scheming? Are you moving in a trance? Are you trying to do The Robot? A flying judo chop? Maybe you practicing both Maybe you sleepwalking while dreaming you're air traffic control But you are not a Crip You're a door to door energy salesman in Ottawa Stop acting like you're from the hoodest spots But you being a Crip, maybe that's something I shouldn't mock Clearly he is good with Watts So if Charron tells y'all that he lit my whole block up...believe him I mean he's not fronting I just wouldn't expect to see cops coming from Glocks dumping It's cause he had a good week, sh** my whole street bump from him How could I [?] My bad, you should start your round, "Hi Dad. I'm a fly lad." So many checks on me I'm a walking Nike ad Tell your crew, if I put hands on a square it's not an iPad Whoever feel a way about sh** that Chilla say Throw your dukes up when you slide past And I be waiting, trying to hit a gang of chins like a war with the Triads I'm in my bag So get in yours and hold it down like me Cause you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these Boss Town! [Round 1: Charron] Y'all heard him bring up *Dumb & Dumber* right? I'm going against a known veteran It's like when that dude ate a burger with the dudes from *Dumb & Dumber* Cause you gon' die when I give you a taste of your own medicine Who y'all gon' ride with? If there's Coke I'll pop cans for cream so da-don't you try this Got a lil' ahead of yourself, thinking he's the fliest I've seen better delivery from women with the Zika Virus He'll be like, "My first opponent was Cee Major I'm looking at you but I don't see major I graduated marine biology, I'm a sea major" Well here's another h*mophone that seem major At the airport, he called me a "retard" yesterday But I have the best drive way, it was re-tarred yesterday That's every bar you spit, they think it's the hardest sh** All you do is repeat the same thing like girlfriends in an argument You don't buy her a 100 bullets, you inspire a 100 Bulletz So if I Snicker he'll pull bu*terfinger and [?] will be split I'll put a bounty on your head if you don't quit that scheme sh** Stop using Google to make a list of things hit I ain't usually the one to bar (Wunderbar) out, but I'll settle the Score since he missed a big (Mr. Big) hint Bars Now I'm giving him schemes Little did he know I had a couple Twix up my sleeve Cause if you do a**ociative wordplay I'll shoot you sixty times While you list your rhymes I'll bring a clip this wide And reload after every bar like Bamalam when he's spitting grime [?[ just died, coffin; sit inside Hands across his chest; British pride Having the best pen is what you symbolize You're not the king, those are Simba lies Your girl wet, when it's head first like a Slip N Slide Nothing but gangs on that couch like it's Simpson's time You're from Boston, but they're asleep while you're spitting Rhymes Your city bombs marathons, you should make the crowd explode when you finish lines Yo yo when you finish lines.... Y'all think that I'm choking? I ain't trying to think of rhymes The reason I froze up in this time cause they haven't seen a Chilla (chiller) body since Walt Disney died Writing's your only strength, you'll need charisma to cook me For claiming your pen-a-trait (penetrate) I'm going in on this p**y Your schemes? Make me wanna start stabbing stuff Serial/cereal k**er, leave your roof cut like Capt'n Crunch You're not believable, that's why you ain't on Smack too much You're such a b**h you'll probably get hit by a Raptor punch Doing two on twos? You rap too much With Danja Zone, you just had a Big L with Kane, that's Platinum Plus You know Danger Zone, Big L, Big Daddy Kane, Platinum Plus Bonnie's best material; that was nuts You claim you have a 100 K's and make your cannon bust I put up a 100K to call a Cannon's bluff I hate people who write their rounds like you They say I pray on the URL, that's downright true So I may have battled dudes who sound like you But I made a name for myself off of k**ing clowns like you Smack k**er [Round 2: Chilla Jones] {11:00} You call yourself The Smack k**er