Charron - Charron vs Juan lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] I was supposed to battle Mac Sherry but I was scared I know he cried, I'm aware So I dropped a tear/tier to battle this guy right there My little bro, dad's pissed you're dating a transgender You're getting your a** handed to you by your big brother, I'm Sam Pepper It's clear, amidst here you're a mid tier and I rap better They wouldn't say Juan matter (Mata) if you was a mid fielder in Manchester Yo, you wouldn't put up some money, I'm a different MC I'll take Juan doe if you try to kick it with me Juan DiMarco Uh oh, I keep saying Juan's name, he's getting mad 'bout to hit me what a Juan bang With one direction, one nil, that's some cheap wordplay Well your name's Jake Malachi, so here's some cheap wordplay I could talk about how you're unknown but talks cheap Be happy our bars got you buzzing I'm giving you the shot cheap You're a volunteer, do you know how much you're worth cheap? You battle for free and I put you in the ground, you're dirt cheap But you're a no name so enough of the name flips You're nameless, I battled as a teen but youngin I've aged since Jake is making me ancient You ain't sh** I'm the motherf**er that raised this since age six Go play in your playpen my pen ain't nothing to play with No one's heard of you in North America, folks are just puzzled They're only listening to your rounds to hear what I'm going to rebu*tal You don't rap, you say sarcastic sh** and hope that they chuckle When I snap the crowd goes "hmmm" like Bulletz for Shuffle Apparently you're Jewish that's all I found about you Ann Frank won't let you hide with her cause there's nothing sound about you Well Uno said he's Jewish, I don't know that he is not I just know he's the worst opponent that I've got You're the first Jewish person to lower someone's stock I should just freestyle like when I was ripping up Dotz, wait You get ate off the top, I'm a step up from the top 8 When they designed this flier they should've just cropped Jake You only got this shot cause you're the best from a crop that people do not rate I want that veteran crop The days when Tenchoo and Lego popped That Cee, Arkaic, Eur' and Freddie brought that Sensa...nah he was never hot 2014, this your best dawg? We need a pep talk I'd rather battle to bring your mom to [?] I asked for someone who rapped Eur', I'd leave Raptor dead in a box Stay k**ing it, J Dill and the rest getting chopped You're boring, don't have the presence to pop I'm electrifying, even your Rebels get shocked (Shox) Flying saucer, rap circles around the rest of your crop For thinking you're Roswell I'll turn you to the Roswell New Mexico crop You're only seen by excellent by the English scene, do you need some evidence? A 16 year old penmanship decent but you need some emphasis You put me to sleep so effortless You speech impediment, Shuffle-T impression and Office season references Piece of excrement, dweeb who thinks he's Mexican, please leave the premises [Round 1: Juan] In terms of similarities, me and my buddy Charron share a couple of those Number one: Murda Mook stays ducking us both Number two: we're both white and that's something they know But I don't incorporate it into my structure and flows to get a bit more reaction off the stuff that I've wrote Unlike you, doing a whole round about being white, white performing on Smack Thanks for the clarification because before you said that I thought you were black Always mentioning you're white like it's your f**ing duty Ironically claiming that you'll buck the uzis So your black fans are like, "Aww, he's such a cutie." Give me the milk, that white angle when you jump on tunes G you're just a puppet in the booth; punching Judy It's funny that you mention Columbine and taking a shotgun to school When you look like every white person that's ever shot up a school Is that predictable writing? The only thing that takes up for your notepad, it's just four bar set ups I consider that structure a throwback You could have two bars, eight bars, 16 if the punch that you throw lands You just got four on demand, you need to catch up with the program You even mentioned the size of your dick, that was kind of gay Please don't do it in your rhymes today And try to refrain from putting your Shaft on record like Isaac Hayes So you went in a room full of men and told them that your dick's small I wonder why he's still single I guess there's always Laura Tarsi and that chick is mad piff Plus we all know Juan's partial to link a bad b**h If that was mine and her fake relationship I'd "like" every single, tag, pick, and comment fire emojis on my Instagram sh** But I don't need a fake relationship, I'm already getting cuties Cause my swag; too sweet Fresh top; new sneaks Bathing Ape; supreme Gla**es? Too clean Your swag? Bookie Dress sense? Fruity World Cup Euros you've never got a Group E (groupie) If Laura was ever into you and you managed to get her in your room While the lights are getting dimmer you'd Ruin the whole vibe by shouting "Look at me when I'm filling you!" "Look at me when I'm k**ing you" Your slogan does not apply to the situations you've tackled Cause Shotgun Suge could've gone either way and Pat Stay was a ha**le So look at you when you're k**ing me? You might wanna start rephrasing that angle Cause it's more like, "Look at me when I'm giving you a really debatable battle." Cause Charron's not k**ing people, calling him a gangsta's unfair Only waving arms when he freestyles and hands flap everywhere Cause real gangstas hear "Freeze. Put your hands in the air." Charron just free's and puts his hands in the air Yeah I know that King Of The Dot is great and sh** But if we compare our two leagues then Don't Flop would take the win So if they want to tell us how to operate our ship I've got nine words for King Of The Dot: Please give me a battle on World Domination 6 [Round 2: Charron] Yo, you were mentioning my dick size and saying that it's kinda gay Well don't worry, I ain't gonna do any of those rhymes today And it's kinda funny how he tried to bring up I was Isaac Hayes Well I'll cook him like a Chef so you gon' die today So why you coming up here, you thinking that you coming and you doubt spark I mean I'm Chef, you look like bu*ters from South Park Why you coming back, you thinking that you actually great If I was a Chef I'm serving this kid like it's Salisbury steak I can't believe it's your 7th birthday Don't be a bad sport Eurgh brought me here as a gift, why you looking so sad for? This spoiled brat was complaining, kicking the damn floor Like, "I wanted Murda Mook. This isn't what I asked for." You know what rhymes with, "Calling out Murda Mook"? "He's never heard of you." But when I was listening to you vers' Soljitsu I was sure I'd lose I was listening like, "He's hard. Sick. He ain't so bad." Then you said a defeat bar, click, close tab So bad, that bit was dreadful Then you said, "I don't mind bodying Soul", that's bit from Fresco You got to pick any opponent that's in an elite cla** They're screaming, "Kick his a**", I'm feeling like Sea Ba** Or maybe Freddie Krueger/Cruger, I'll give him a team cast I know you're far from sleepy G but you can still die in your dream match Uno traveled out here and made you pay That's a murder on the road; JFK Eur' reminds me of Alonzo Harris in a crazy way He set up Jake to get murdered by a Mexican on his Training Day Listen King Of the Juanolds, I give a f** what you on Just cause you pronounce your R's as W's don't mean you are/R gonna get this W, Juan This kid's getting exposed so hard in front of a camera crew That Gary Glitter's laptop feels bad for you You're in school, this ain't the a**ignment you prepped for I'm going in on this underage b**h, Eurgh had to sign a consent form Dekay should've aborted you You're a boring dude Is your name "Juan" or "Yawn" you should be more enthused When you rap it sounds like you're talking, Juan can't spit When they say, "Talk that sh**!" you just talk...that's sh** I'm your favorite battle rapper, you're bringing up South Park well I'm your favorite battle rapper, I'm just tearing up a fan I feel like Randy Marshall I'm embarra**ing my Stan You're supposed to battle Harry said you'd prepare for him later Well Jews are known to get hooked it makes sense you're scared of a Baker I got paid thousands, you got zero paper Don't be jelly, you're not Garteth Stapler Listen Gringo, Mickey and Pedro said you can't get any whiter Even Carlo's men see ya (Mencia) as a Mexican biter Little Jacob, the name Juan is straight suspicious I got this fake Spanish b**h in the palm of my hand; taco flavored kisses So go and clown me, if this was based off jokes you'd get first place But the face that I was asked to battle you is a joke in the first place This a URL k**er, I should be matched up with another I only battled people on Smack, next time I want Unanymous's mother [Round 2: Juan] In your list of achievements, you claim to be Ottawa's Finest Freestyler Now that's not something we see often The best freestyler in the whole of Ottawa, man I know that scene's popping But for Ottawa's Finest Freestyler there'll be problems When he comes against the best blond 17 year old battle rapper with gla**es in east Oxford Remember when you wrote bars dissing 2 Chainz, that had me in awe What did you expect? 2 Chainz to start losing his fans and start lacking support? What did you expect? That while preparing for shows and international shores He'll have his manager call like, "Yeah, bad news mate. Ottawa's Finest Freestyler doesn't like the tracks you record We're gonna have to cancel the tour." But Pat vs Charron that was bad to some For that King Of The Dot chain, he bagged you up before the match begun You looked weaker and weaker with every average pun So why go for 2 Chainz, you can't even get his hands on one When this battle got confirmed, I got an inbox from Emily Tilley Now for those that don't know her she's some lady Who comes to these events to have fun and get drunk mainly She said that after Checkpoint you were at a club, just grieving You saw her at the bar, went up, all guns blazing You bought her a drink thinking, "Yeah, I've not been getting that much lately." So you went in for the kiss...long story short she did a 180 Oh sh**, this sh** just got incredibly real So she rejected you, it's not the end of the universe You then went to a house party, started busting some moves with her At this point Emily's thinking, "I've had enough of this useless jerk." Til she goes to bed and wakes up with you randomly spooning her You went from "Look at me to when I'm k**ing you" to "look at me when I'm kissing you" To "Emily, come back. Let me be the little spoon." Now I stay clear of the groupies, I'm sure they're all pleasant humans But last time I checked, don't think you're meant to spoon them Is that your usual behavior? Does spooning come to mind every time you're introduced to a stranger? So ladies if I [?] at the bar, consuming some Jaeger You play your cards right, Ottawa's Finest Freestyler might just be spooning you later So picture the scene, after Checkpoint Charron goes home to his crew They're all laughing and joking, smoking some zoots One of his boys is like, "Charron, did you get any action when you flew over my dude?" He's like, "Yeah. There was this one girl Emily. We like totally spooned." He'll probably try to flip this like, "I'm better with flows son I'll sever this broke bum So what I spooned her, you're just jealous, they're dope hugs." I ain't jealous of those hugs You didn't take this battle cause I'm a top contender Mr. "back on point like a Stegosaurus" just came to get his co*k wetter You're a socially awkward dinosaur obsesser that flew to London for Emily like Ross Geller [Round 3: Charron] I mean you brought up...Emily...Tilley? Of course that sh** was trash We did not spoon, I forked her in the a** So why you coming back and of course they're party You said we went to after party and I had to pour Bacardi I mean I love British b**hes, of course they're gnarly I just got a divorce with Tarsi and entered a fake relationship with Laura Garvey So why you talking 'bout this and I know you're weird I mean do you believe that story? Of course it's clear And you are not deserving of this battle, I know it's clear So it's funny cause Eur' has spoon fed your whole career Your friend Rob Wilson is a c*nt Such an awkward teen K-Shine told me to "zip 'em up" he did Dot Mobb mean This is probably the saddest day that Robert's seen You got your shot and you watched it slip through your hands, you're Robert Greene You copied me, I paved you this road In the future you have a vision of Corey like Raven-Symone Jake is unknown, Uno brought a name tag and had it placed on your clothes He put a tag on your chest, I'll put a tag on your toes It's easy to write for Charron, so many angles to pick for me You're like my internet after watching p**n; no history You could say I brought a flag to the Crips, it's really obvious Say I brought up d**hsman for kids up in the audience Learning disability, think that they'll applaud for this? I'll choke you with the two hands I use to sip my water with I want the motherf**ing champ and really you're no challenger I'm sharpening my sword, you ain't up to Soul Caliber The camera man bet Rowan I'd rip up their own battler Now I'm splitting bands with my brother Liam like no Gallagher You ain't a rapper, everything you say is banter You never change your cadence or make it faster You're too plain/plane to blow this ain't the World Trade disaster Betty Crocker, for that cake get battered If there's green I'll bring a big body like an angry Banner I'm the main attractor, Lunar 2 on 2, the one beside Jacob Matter You ain't a Factor You grew up on Don't Flop, they're your favorite rappers You were raised by 'em/Em', Hailie Mathers They thought you'd survive the war but skip the latest chapter You're on your d**hbed the whole time this is Jacob's Ladder Now for those of y'all who haven't seen Jacob's Ladder...it's a movie But that's what you do for praise and laughter I'm just impersonating this b**h like David Masters You're the poster child, they said, "Can you go to his hometown in Mannich?" Well I've been in Don't Flop longer than you, who really has the hometown advantage? Cruger taught me when it comes to fake relationships do not accept I taught Pedro how to EMC, had to get that off my chest I taught Dotz I could k** sh**ty rappers off the top no prep I taught [?] how to flip and he taught me how to pocket check You're my son, there's some moves I don't want you to make f** the police, this the only time I'll talk to a Jake You're an awkward teen coming on the scene and trying to clown MC's With a sarcastic comedy routine but you need To weave bars in-between and start dropping some schemes Or a poor man's Harry Baker is all that you'll be You have the presence/presents of an orphan, I want you to leave Your sense (scents) of humor is dry but I washed you with ease I sonned you so bad you lost to your father in three If you battled Loaded Lux, this third round would be all about me When I was 17 I was rhyming here, pay respect to the pioneer You're Juan Juan Da Don, just a remix to my career [Round 3: Juan] Coming against Juan, you best be on your A game You're getting spun like a Beyblade Why you patting me down for cash? You autistic people usually hate change You got your slogan printed on t-shirts, that was a silly move Since you're so socially unaware, listen to this advice that I'm giving you If by miracle you ever land yourself with a job interview Don't wear a t-shirt that says, "Look At Me When I'm k**ing You" Your t-shirt business inspires me, I want one bruv I nearly formed my own clothing and got it done With exclusive Juan t-shirts "Please Leave The Premises" on the front But I suddenly remembered that I'm not a c*nt Cause I don't know what's more astounding to me The fact that you put them out on a lease and thought that you might sell like a thousand a week Or the fact it's the first time you found this MC Ever get his one of his battle lines down to a tee Either way, having your own clothing in itself is a body bag What's next? "Not sob like Boston backwards" jogging pants Or "Back on point like a stegosaurus" bobble head Cause both those lines are proper trash, you know they're wrong He's like, "100 Bulletz told me to", bro come on Battle rap rule #1, you broke it don Never take advice from someone who schemes about Pokemon So you haven't battled at the Birthday since Arsonal When we say you actually say "If rappers like you weren't rapping this way Then maybe talented rappers like Depzman would still be rapping today" You think that was okay? It sure got the crowd live bro Stylist came alive they were hype for that line bro What a great reaction, yeah that line was alright bro Psych, I never give handshakes to psychos who use d**h as a mechanism to make the crowd high blown Had you ever heard of Depzman? Nah, don't act like you heard his actual music You didn't know how J.K. dropped some daps on the map from moving You just heard about Depz's d**h, tried to get reaction through it By linking it to Ars' and his bars about the straps he's shooting But that sh**'s stupid You think that link is valid? Prove it Cause I can't fathom how you even got to that conclusion You tried to capitalize on a man that had died, you should've been battered toothless So that's the truth, so what if they were clapping to it So what they got the crowd ga**ed and they were rapping to it This ain't a shot at the fans, I was in the room too, ga**ing to it But when I got home and watched it back I knew it Was a shallow move from a rancid human Cause I hated the fact that you spat it to him I hated the fact that you got happy through it I hated the fact that the fans weren't booing And I hated myself for reacting to it So wait, remember when you spat that line to that person from St. Matthews High And told him you wished that he was the one in the car crash that died Well people cut you slack for that battle rhyme simply because you were just 17 at the time So you were just 17? That excuse doesn't add up too well Cause me I'm 17 now and I wouldn't have even spat that at 12 And that's the difference At 17 you were an absolute melt You spat lines about the dead and ran to get help At 17 I'm out here playing the hand that I'm dealt Cause at 17 you should know how to carry yourself It's your whole image, not just the clothes that you're wearing Not even that whining high pitch vocal impairment It's that fake relationship with that ho you were sharing It's begging reaction off your skin tone and your fairness It's trying to get the crowd's hands thrown in the air By spitting lines about the dead like they're a joke your'e declaring Then tell me, that in life you're going nowhere Cause Charron is a prayer with little to no social awareness