King of the Dot - Charlie Clips vs Dirtbag Dan lyrics

[Round 1: Charlie Clips] So I got a call from some Cali number Like, ‘Uno' I'm tryna book you I'm like, ‘Lux, damn n***a, you work fast' He like, ‘What's it going to take to get you out to Cali bro?' I'm like, ‘Floor seats to the Lakers game, I wanna be there when Kobe throw his first pa**' Make sure they goin' against the Clippers too Cause I wanna see Chris Paul vers' Nash Now who you got for me Lush? And this n***a replied Dirtbag I looked at my phone for 10 minutes And then I replied, ‘Dirtbag?' f** the Lakers, f** the Clippers I don't wanna see Chris Paul vers' Nash Kobe's a ball hog anyways, we ain't never gon' see his first pa** And unless you got a million dollars I will never battle Dirtbag He said, ‘Bro the food out here is amazing' I said, ‘Book my plane ticket' You used to be the Bay's favorite Son It's like the West Coast was conceiving you Now you so garbage, baby 'Pac and Brenda don't believe in you You named yourself Dirtbag The first Rap name I found believable Cause you cheap, easy to get smoked and you like having seeds in you Damn homie, in Grind Time you was the man homie What the f** happened to you? See what happened to you is your Rap styled died out once the URL came and took over But rappers like Okwerds, The Saurus and Dizaster Showing SMACK rappers they ain't no pushover So let's put all 4 of them together Now I want everybody to take a look closer If they the Ninja Turtles which one is Dan? Michelan No, he's a Foot Solider I know, comparing him to the Ninja Turtles, how original Yeah I may be grown but bar for bar, I'm in December You stuck on April that's K. C. Jones Magic said you can take the 3 off your gun I name my 80, Jones A 100 shots a 100 bags, I'm Serius with my Math I name my 80, Jones No disrespect to my bro, Serius boy, I'm serious I think sons tough But if my Math serves my right, I can end this battle with one punch Cause the way I rolled up, the cops don't know whether to arrest me or bring one dutch Cause after I smoked ‘em, all they found was a Dirtbag and some guts Word is you some Mexican, Ariba Riba you dumb f** I'm in an Escalade with a .38 letting my gun buck I'm in that same Escalade, gripping that 40 Cal. letting my gun bust We both Mexican, cause I'm serving every kind of shell out of that one truck So go ahead and be predictable Dan Mention the blog I did about Smack and how Star & Bucwild called me a snitch That's my n***a, plus when Star smack He been going buckwild for some sh** If you a star, I get you slapped and go buckwild with the 5th I know Smack a star, but that don't mean you got to go buckwild on his dick It's time n***a [Round 1: Dirtbag Dan] So Lush said 'Dirtbag Dan versus Charlie Clips' Even I was like, ‘sh**,' that hardly fits This battle is a stretch, like Charlie's tits in them XX tee's he hardly fits You're a fat mothaf**a, I see you tryna coup You say you big-boned but we both know you lie to folks You self-conscious so when you order food it's like some kind of joke Either type to supersize the fries, on the side, lil' Diet Coke I'll put the blade to Chalrie, no line of coke What you don't think that's right Clips? Wait Clips, I got them lining up to watch you catch this fade, that's Great Clips He the type of muthaf**a to dream of space, cause that's the only place that he weightless He go to Curves they put him on a wait list Says it's going to take a long time to shake this Wait, when was the last time they weighed Clips? Don't hate like you ain't tripping off your weight Clips You talk about it in every blog you do If you weren't tripping you wouldn't say sh** That's how you loose your main b**h She probably get moist if I wave at her That b**h give me brain, no brain matter And since I'm from the Bay I get paid after You are so lucky I'm married cause on-site any b**h you love could get knocked up Hoe get a taste of the hard white She'll never go back to this soft gut Why you think these women desert you? Cause after every dinner you order dessert too And if you rebu*tal any of these f**ing fat jokes Then you are fat and that hurt you I'm sayin' his government name, Charles Brown How 'bout Charlie Brown is that Which is ironic cause they pay you Peanuts now to get covered in dirt like Pig-Pen You get smoked like a Loosie If you actin' Snoopy I'll leave you lyin' on that rooftop And if you lookin' for them bird bars I got the rifle with the Woodstock I could of came to this battle jet-lagged I could of came to this battle unprepared Fat a** Charlie lost this battle when he had to walk up them f**ing stairs [Round 2: Charlie Clips] Shout out to everybody that brought tickets for this event But these next few bars is for everybody at home Whether you on a computer or on your phone I want you to create a new tab, go to YouTube and type in Dirtbag Dan versus Rone Now you gonna have to leave this battle for a second So it's gonna feel like you leaving heaven now Cause you're gonna go through Hell tryna hear his bars But I need you to skip straight into the 2nd round Where this n***a did a bird scheme and he named every bird And then in the middle of the scheme he screams, ‘B-B-B-Bird' It was the worst scheme that I have ever heard My Great-Grandmother died in front of me I seen n***as get shot on every curb But the worst thing that happened in my life was watching that second round and memorizing every word B-B-B-Bird Who the f** told you that scheme was hot anyway? I hope it was Lush that told you that it was super flames On a real, I hope you did it, you know why? Cause all his career gonna use a lane Ain't it awkward like how he use Okwerdz to get to Pa**wurdz but then abused his fame Now it's awkward cause when we type in pa**words we don't look for this username It's awkward like if we pa** words then I'll abuse ya frame You'll die awkward, you're a pa**, word I let that Ruter Bang You know what else is awkward? How Pa**wurdz can say I let that toolie bang And ya'll will go crazy It's awkward ya'll treat Pa**wurdz like he's Pootie Tang Ok that last line was awkward I should of let it pa**, word I tried the movie thing Who's ya idol Lil B? Oh oh see he'll never let the toolie bang Wait a minute, Lil B, O-O-C That Lil Boosie name cause ya'll can have a wipe me down when I pick up and let that Uzi rain That's life, you know why? Cause earlier he called me Boosie So now I have to rebu*tal this sh** and try to smoke him like a loosey He try to talk about me not gettin' coochie And laugh at me being Charlie Brown when I'm using that Uzi Well it's funny cause I clap you in the car and leave you on the roof like Snoopy And ya'll gon' tell me this n***a is undefeated at The Bay Well sh** n***a I can't tell Talk about he hustle and get a workout, well answer this Why this man frail? Every gun I got, same My sh**'s Blu, more than Cantrell I send him a damn shell, knock the b**h out this n***a Or ya'll won't get it until Dan yell/Danielle You gon' need a crazy bar this battle Dan On some G sh** you gon' need one I shoot til' the gun empty then reload with the same clip, that's a rerun They pay me racks to burn this Dirtbag until the weed done You know what? I always say my slogan but when you smoke a n***a this bad, you don't need one [Round 2: Dirtbag Dan] All these f**ing terrible f**ing shooter bars If you got the strap, then co*k it back Prove this fake gangsta sh** is not an act The only 45 I seen Charlie pack Is that gross-a**-percentage of body fat You wanna play that game? Well we can play that game then I put the metal to his mouth like Charlie Parker Let the pipes blow unless Charlie pay I'm after than green man It may Always Be Sunny In Philadelphia, but this ain't Charlie Day Now I don't give a f** where Charlie stay, you're not gangsta you're full of sh** Town business These real G's will leave you in a pool of piss EMT gon' cover son up, cause he full of clips You hear that sh**? I said cover-sun-up, that's a full eclipse That's why fronting out here is not an option Cause when it's on and popping they leave bodies dropping Or have Miss Brown in town coffin shopping Long nose pointed at them like Caustic watching You know what? I don't even need that long nose I could beat you to d**h with these strong bones and ti-knees Please try me Charlie I k** a brother like Tong Po Kick boxer bars, yeah yeah What's wrong bro? I mean what's up with you? How come musically nobody f** with you? One punch will have you throwing up blood like you don't f** with blue I'm a Cali boy so wearing out these Chucks, nothin' new You need to take every dollar they paid you today and get that gut removed They got you gastric, you bypa**, DNA won't be trusting you Yeah, f** around you could end up in a body cast Muthaf**ing put him down on his back like that Charlie acts sick but look at his f**ing shirt stretching out from his back like that, you got back-tits Charlie That's disgusting f** with Dan, I'm smashing something Act like this beard is half as tough as this sh**, you're lyin' s**er Come on look at this sh** Battle of The Bay, Dirtbag Dan staying undefeated I'm sick of these f**ing Smack rappers that got me f**in' heated No judges in this battle cause we don't f**ing need it After this display, f** it, I'm bout to dropkick this fat b**h Dirtbag Dan I'm that sick kick flips and f**ing back flips Yeah I skateboard hoe, on some White boy sh** You wanna try this sh**? You can fly real quick with a Flash Kick like I'm Guile I got that much style, I'm out this b**h [Round 3: Charlie Clips] So they gon' brought a n***a straight out the Dragon's Lair From the East Coast that can speak fire Against a nasty a** Dirtbag, who's lyrically a weak lighter Who in here know who Dan really is? Oh ya'll don't know? Well let me preach choir For my video game-heads Dan is the wackest character in Street Fighter See they tried to gas Dan up to be like Ryu But his sk**s sets is not quite there Dan is gay, his punches are weak and his Hadouken stops right here They even tried to make Dan be like my brother Ken So he been biting, a Caucasian slash thin light skin n***a gonna loose half his energy with one punch from M. Bison And they tried to put that against Ryu? A n***a that can throw the Hadouken make this room split do a broom kick? See it's wordplay like that they pay me for, that help ya views flip I ain't gonna punchline this whole round I'm gonna give you Fabolous bars on some Clue sh** They say I'm out of control, I'm on a role For the bread I make this hero split, he can jet Catch seven from the Wesson my G no Smith I give ya I-20, I'm a Ludacris artist with these bingo flips I give ya eye 20, that's ludicrous artist with a bingo chip You got nerve calling yourself a legend n***a you the reason that this battle was weird I be like, ‘Yo I got a Dirtbag,' they be like, ‘Nah we don't smoke it' I'm like, ‘No the guy with the beard,' they like, ‘Oh' Nobody knows you, but I still flew out to crush this hater Back in the day it was ‘I got Dan,' now it's ‘For real I'm doing Lush a favor' And that's G sh** Fans writing me left and right like, ‘Why you even take this battle?' I'm like, ‘Duh I'm white now, plus I'm getting paid racks to travel' They like but Clips, this is Dirtbag, he's not the 4th or the 3rd bag, not the 2nd or the 1st bag He's the last, I mean the worst bag Think about it, he's a dirt bag If this High School he's the 1st cla** If it's Elementary n***a you Social Studies, that was the worst cla** Your girl your world Well bring her to URL get ya earth smashed Let K-Shine on her, put her in Jersey Tell Surf splash, I got a shooter like…[?] He graduated out of dirt cla** His silence will make his bullets whistle You don't even know you got shot, you think a Nerf pa**ed Yeah yeah, what is it like 11 o'clock? 2AM in the morning Eastern time? And the crowd f**ing with me now? You got the style and the beard of a man that was f**ing with a child Y'all give a dirt bag when I be puffin' on the loud I ain't battle you this whole time I'm Ron Artest in Indians, I just throw punches for the crowd Yeah like I said Dan, you gon' need a crazy bar this round, you gon' need one I shoot you til' the gun empty, reload the clip, that's a rerun They pay me money to burn this Dirtbag and I'm gon' do it til' the weed done Ya'll know my slogan? No? Cause when you smoke a n***a this bad, you don't need one [Verse 3: Dirtbag Dan] You catch me on a bad day, that's luck Chuck I ain't a hater but f** Chuck Trill sh** ya'll make me sick every time that you up chuck Me and chuck beef, I'm like f**…[?] I'll turn chuck face into chuck beef It's like chuck steak versus thick fillet I'll should've refuse to serve this f*ggot like Chick-Fil-A I seen that battle with Hollohan where he got all racist like, ‘Face me boy' Then you turned around and told the crowd, ‘I'm White now Canada, make some noise' Got me thinking about your beef with Smack and how you're a disloyal f*ggot or at least a rat I mean think about it, you let a Canadian Nazi call you “boy” to your face And then you jumped on his side, you're not even loyal to your race He says he needs eight racks and they owe you that b**h every ounce of faith you have, you owe to Smack sh** when we met, I thought you were DNA's social worker I didn't even know you rap It's a conspiracy right? And they hold you back Beasley ain't never respected Clips Why the f** would they make you the face of Smack when your face looks like a catchers mitt He thinks he deserves that big money, I don't feel like you're doing enough You air out the people that put you on I feel like that's stupid as f** He did a 40 minute blog talking company business so clearly Clips ain't the dude you can trust Let me ask you something Lush If you don't pay Judas enough, what the f** make you think he won't do it to us? I'm saying, that's why I had to come out here and murk you That's why you have to battle f**ing Dirt too You got to earn your stripes and when you come to The Bay, I have to f**ing hurt you I mean you turned your back on your set, I should slap this motherf**er in his own neck Broils on that sh**, cooking hotdogs, you're no sweat I'm sayin' though, even if I go free Dirtbag Dan is still OG and Oh Me I gotta tell this muthaf**er I'm about to flow free Now like I said He says he needs eight racks and they owe you that b**h every ounce of faith you have, you owe to Smack sh** when we met, I thought you were DNA's social worker I didn't even know you rap It's a conspiracy right? And they hold you back Beasley ain't never respected Clips Why the f** would they make you the face of Smack when your face looks like a catchers mitt Now I had to bring it all the way back and I was hoping I could remember that sh** but it didn't work Jet lag as a muthaf**er I wish that trip didn't hurt Sure you got me Charlie and I may have came a little bit unprepared But you still sweat a whole bucket of fat when you came your fat a** up those stairs Everybody gotta take a loss sometimes