Charron - Jonny Storm vs Charron lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] Yo, why do you battle with your eyes closed? Are you the Spanish f**ing Syco? Muhf**a tried to pick the Apple from his iPhone Are you out your fricking mind? You went on Pimp My Ride and Xzibit tried to switch your low rider to a bigger size While 55 of your cousins could fit inside I'll have your siblings lay on their stomachs on my gra** in a single line I'll run, jump, land on their dripping spines And use their wet backs as a Spic N Slide Johnny Storm is a comic book character, the kind you idolize Most superheroes save all kinds of lives You couldn't even save Grind Time from their demise You're hyped up for jerking The Saurus and Real Deal that straight up is rotten Batman should be the superhero that you've gotten Cause you couldn't of achieved your f**ing fame without Robbin/robbing These bars are crystal meth so start to give respect when I supply your addiction Now you looking to get more as I'm cooking up a Storm like Walter White in the kitchen You've never been that great your status is very low You're as respected in the states as the accent of Cheryl Cole And Mexicans could not be superheroes, that's crazy bro Imagine if kids were in a burning house as flames arose Like, "Please Jonny Storm come save us both!" He'd be like, "Nah, I'm too lazy holmes." Lunar C filmed me as I stuck my dick in your damn mom Either she's loose or this really is mad long Cause she fisted herself as I f**ed her a** and I swear I felt her give me a hand job Then Eur' and Sensa joined in to have some more fun We filmed a p**no as we smashed your who*e mom Called it a Fantastic Foursome b**h I got a lot of rage, I'm spitting up in Jonny's face Y'all pit Johnny Knoxville in the ring with Johnny Cage Jonny's in a body bag, I'll zip him and his girl up You're just a Jonny in England I'm Johnny Wilkinson's kick to win the the World Cup [Round 1: Jonny Storm] Wow, them Spanish jokes were overly used Didn't you just make these Don't Flop shirts? Why is yours older than you? Must've took the wrong shirt off of Cruger's bed Look, where the fu*k are your sideburns?! They are sad as sh** Everyday you try to shave is an embarra**ment See in battling there really is no comparison I didn't sleep on this kid but I'm sure Michael Jackson did You see how he ain't laugh a bit, that sh** is accurate There ain't a girl that he's banging cause it is permanent damage I flew on British Airways and I guarantee you came on Virgin Atlantic Why'd you make me rap against the Sherminator? You dress like an urban raver If I beat his a**, he'll be back with insurance papers An ugly b**h would have you whipped like a circus trainer Even if she was as big as a suburban and made your piss burn like a bourbon chaser Look, if Doogie Howser had just a nursing major in his show Then he would've been the perfect player for the role But if you ever see him pull a pager from his robe Just know cause his f**ing dad took away his phone Yo, Eur' didn't bring his a**, he ran away from home Cause your pops wouldn't claim a little f*ggot named Charron Before you cry yourself to sleep, you masturbate alone And every time you try to yell you hit this aggravating tone See I came to beat that b**h out you, cause I'm a man of my word And honestly, I don't take my chances with nerds He a gangsta from the Canada burbs So when he say he got Eagle on he might literally brandish a bird As soft as you are you'll never live what you say You just talk like a mark in a fictional way But you could end up missing today Cause of you this should be a walk in the park cause that's where little b**hes get raped When he heard we'd be close to [?] Lane It took two air marshals to get Charron off his plane If you act like a thug you'll get slaughtered before your rap starts I'll put his Blood In The Water like we wanted to attract sharks sh**, I'm Floridia's proven with the northern influence Building pensions with the veterans like we forming a Union There's a reason he ain't part of the movement We'll consider you an MC when you really start recording some music f*ggot [Round 2: Charron] O'shea told me to say, "f** this American guy." I am the Sherminator, I stuck my dick in your little sister's American Pie And what shade are you? You look like a f**ing cancer patient And yo, you brought up Michael Jackson but you look like him stuck in between transformation In tracks he claims he grips and sparks and bangs out a crew b**h, I've seen O'shea take sh**s on sharks more gangster than you You sleep with 30 cousins sprawled on a foam couch When Mexicans play the hand their dealt it's always a full house Real talk-real taco He has the craziest crib I went in his washroom and his mom was blazing a spliff He was shaving and eight of his kids tried selling me hot dogs while I was taking a sh** Straight up this b**h don't respect your country or the motherf**ing scene you got I bet he even thought that Mr. Bean was a burrito shop He's a twat He doesn't like your people's country He thought Blood In The Water was a documentary on Ian Huntley It ain't even funny Jonny could take more Him and his brothers have sword fights jerking off to some gay p**n and call it a brain Storm What are you? The Fantastic Four matador? This Spaniard is poor He beat [?] for a stack and even demanded for more Jonny Storm, if you BBM me again you won't be as Fantastic as before The Human Torch is behind the curve So act bold and get dressed in all black when I bury Storm This guy wants a free vacation He said "Fly me out cause I don't have decent wages", well I don't believe that statement I seen him on Facebook flashing money on a [?] with heaps of Haitians So I guess Corey Charron ain't the only one lying to people's faces This rapper f**ing bores us You paid a stack for this performance? That's the biggest waste of money on a Spanish guy since Torres He's a diva I can see but ain't the least bit surprised You ain't squaring off with Brits cause you're scared the audience wouldn't be on your side He even declined to battle Freddy, you need to put your ego aside What makes you think you'd last against Cruger? Your people fall asleep all the time You owe your life to Rowan Faife He let you choose your opponent for some useful promotion You haven't battled in a year there's no route you were going You people usually use a rag to cruise through the ocean So this ain't the first time that your kind make moves off of Rowan (rowing) [Round 2: Jonny Storm] It's so funny I've battled less than a week ago, so that's a flat liar You stole your punchline for Sahtyre and - f** it Look, there's no need to talk about great flips cause your style's sick No b**h, don't even clown bish, I dissed your outfit but your cowlick looks like you've been s**ing a cow's dick f** it, they call me Storm cause I hit 'em with a whirlwind Have this b**h kissing my fist more than Blizzard and his girlfriend You got real co*ky since you f**ed Ronda on Road Trip But you still choppy, syllable sloppy with old flips My flow spits super hot fire when I chew n***as While you rap with more hand movements than mute spitters Who's this loser? Crooked Jr? Y'all bring this kid to the hood like he's a gang member But this kid in the hood, that's just a clan member b**h, your s**ual preference is transgender You're into testicles, rectums and hand gestures Yo, if Rone was a girl, his name would be Charron So to the world you're basically a clone In the states he's unknown cause you lose every battle of your cadence-y alone I tried to school him on dub step and grime You came dressed with the wrong subject in mind sh** is stressful though How you expect to be impressing hoes when you invested doe in all these Tim Westwood clothes? Speaking of which, when you came to the states and battled Amzilla your freestyles were faker than Drakes Yo that was 50 straight rounds of simple action I'll lyrically pound and rip combatants Your sh**ty sounding fiction rapping is about as real as Nicki Minaj's British accent See you Young Money so watch your dorky tongue Cause you're be on a Cart' to the E.R. and I ain't gotta show Corey guns/Gunz You're the biggest geek ever You'll never get up to my rap placement My scheme's better, clean set ups to punish and castrate him To me you'll only be a s**er that's mad racist Looking like the Team America puppet of Matt Damon I'm saying, try something different for four bars He ain't clever he's Mayweather Keep stuffing weak punches and hopes he wins on the scorecards But when you look at the punch stats they nothing but love taps And one power shot is crushing your comeback I'll shatter Charron's hope like a savage it's no joke He ain't even at my status, he average with no quotes Speed bag him, weave jab him to slap in a choke hold Lean back, squeeze, snap him, you battling grown folk sh**, yo this is like that movie The Great White Hype Cause they like, "Who the f** is you?" Competition wise you're below what I'm accustom to So I'll build up his confidence, let him land a punch or two Then knock him the f** out as soon as they seen enough of you [Round 3: Charron] Yo f** this Russell Peters Everything you spit ain't something meaner I thought you would talk about Tim Westwood like he did, trying to rock a muscle T-shirt But I lost all respect for you like Westwood when he put on Justin Bieber Yo, watch how I'm rapping now, you're the wackest clown I am Mayweather and I'm smacking down Pacquiao I googled, "Mexicans in London" and it said that there was nothing You must hate this country Your people work for next to nothing cause you were straight up dummies Mexicans like marathons, just a stupid race we all use for making money Everything I spit raw, brought up Nicki Minaj, you look like her with her wig off Ayo, and you gotta realize that this is happening Well f** a Storm cause you know that I be rapping in He's like the only Mexican here and I fricking love it Spanish culture is like Madeleine McCann, you won't find it in London See our countries have talent we'll forever be different From Gretzky to Dickens, John Lennon and many musicians All you have is drunken Guido that end up in prison and f**ing Jessica Simpson George Bush has screws loose in his head that are missing You're the only country who's Special Olympics has their presidents in it American teachers don't mention other countries when they lecture their infants Quit being hardheaded just listen And remember that Britain's the sole reason that your people's independence was given You're nothing, you're bluffing, you ain't something to remember You'd swear it's Guy Fawkes day the way I'm burning this dummy in November You buckle from pressure, the b**hes you f** get no pleasure It's funny how every who*e that Storms on top of is feeling under the weather Against Sonny you said "you're so pale I'm surprised you don't come with a shovel" That's an epic fail, I don't need to f**ing rebu*tal See you're famous off of robberies, you ain't catching respect You winning is a stroke of luck like Professor Green scratching his neck And you're not that Spanish, you're Dirtbag Dan-ish That's the truth b**h you only have Spanish roots cause your mum's a prostitute on a beach in Magaluf Johnny Storm's the Human Torch but I'm questioning his name How are you the Human Torch when you're never spitting flames? Oh well this b**h is lame, smoke spell is a finished phase I just lit up a Torch in London like I started the '012 Olympic Games [Round 3: Jonny Storm] A: I'm Dominican Sooo....okay I don't need no f** rebu*tal when you look like you stepping in some nut puddles, b**h When Corey Charron gets horny alone He treats his a** like a rotary phone b**h, I was born the same year as Beat Street You were born the same year as Pete & Pete sh**, I been spitting from the head since you been pissing in your bed Most consistent with the lyrics kicked against the best But made this one exception cause it's simple as it gets See all your ignorant verses about Hispanics is impertinent b**h My English is perfect If that's the best angle you picking to work with Then you 'bout to get your a** roasted like you tried to sh** in a furnace Look, a match with you is hardly an interest or purpose I just did it send a message directed to Sketch Menace B, quit ducking me You had your chance to follow the leader but you hid behind your company Verbally, can't none of y'all f** with me So if Charron does come off the dome it's just so Pat Stay can s** a free' Yo, you was all proud to be voted "cla** clown" like a geek sh**, King Of The Dot, put money where their mouth is So in Don't Flop I'll pound in your cheek That'll leave him laid out in the streets And dead jokes, so ironically you'll be left with the red coat like your mounted police Rip him apart, I ain't praising these gimmicks Acting like King Of The Dot the greatest that did it That's why they got you battling for chains, y'all slaves to the business Bring your top ten, sh** they all buried with you In Canada it's illegal to own a gun Cause your police only carry whistles Y'all came to Cali' like some c**aine amba**adors Looking for something to sniff fresh off the plane like scavengers Acting so vein/vain, it's vascular Cause getting robbed in Canada is common as jobs in Africa But y'alls history was easily planned It made sh** as good as it gets But if it wasn't for The Treaty Of Paris when the British defeated France sh** Canada wouldn't exist So you must be out your f**ing mind if you think I won't smash this c*nt You so skinny, if you wore a seat belt it'd collapse your lung In a clash of puns, punches and jagged tongues One Shaolin finger jab would crack this punk And drop money on his mouth like some platinum fronts Yo, you can't even speak French you need to practice some You know less about your roots than a ba*tard son I administer punches so potent and sinister They hitting until your bones brittle like you soaked them in vinegar You play me and I'll painfully finish ya When I spit them bars I'm Chris Benoit, the Canadian Crippler f*ggot