King of the Dot - Charron vs Forkfarm lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] f** this opera singer, y'all know I rap crazy things You officially proved it ain't over til the fat f*ggot sings Ayo, and he can talk about Kermit The Frog, but I know this motherf**er's a snitch So he's like Kermit The Frog, he's the one f**ing with pigs He's a f*ggot, I come through [?] He can reference Alice In Wonderland, I think that's tragic Well you're like Alice In Wonderland cause your mom was a drug s*ut you were conceived on acid And that choke was f**ing awkward, you better stop it again This is something you definitely...you don't want to show to all of your friends I went from battling "Crack" Select to Fat Select You're so fat I bet if Uncle Phil tried to pick you up like Jazzy Jeff That you'll have to step, he'd collapse try to catch his breath Another d**h where he has to grab his chest like Malcolm X You're so fat I bet Alpha-getti taught you the alphabet Your f**ing mattress set is a landing deck And the only time you hold your weight is when you're flashing men on Chat Roulette You're so fat I bet you try to find true love on The Bachelorette But got kicked off cause you didn't have a neck You're so fat I bet you still got that acting check Cause you realized you're on NBC's casting set Phoned up your new agent and got the role as a food taster for Master Chef I should smack you Shrek I bring down the house when I step on stage or in the booth The last time you brought the house down you were planking on your roof This Farm is fat, both your thighs are Oprah size If you jumped on my back I'd get a broken spine This dirty hobo would be the perfect logo for the Phat Farm clothing line f**ing "Pork" Farm I know this guy's a delirious cat You can tell that you clearly are wack When even Nat Select's girlfriend covers her f**ing ears when you rap Here is a fact, you scream loud to hide the fact you can't rhyme You're so theatrical live that people actually clap at your lines The fact still remains no one watches your match ups online b**h, I've done freestyles in my room with more views than all your battles combined You're not even worthy to get bodied by me I accepted this soley to improve Ottawa's scene I represent King Of The Dot and bouts overseas You're still a Ground Zero MC, I'm literally out of your league So when he brings up my past achievements it'll give him a purpose But you don't deserve to have your name mentioned while I'm spitting these verses b**h you don't even deserve to be in this position to get murdered You're like your grandpa in the Holocaust getting burned when you didn't deserve it I bet you think your sufferings were non existent You're so Jewish you don't in the Holocaust...because the word "caust/cost" is in it [Round 2: Charron] Ayo, this guy is gay I don't care about any f**ing rhymes he say Cause real talk you can tell I'm the predator and I find my prey You're Nelly Furtado, you're getting bodied so bad right now you just wanna fly away Ayo listen, you be talking about "He's mad right now" b**h you're fat right now He wants to go to Smokes Poutinerie so bad right now I saw him at a restaurant licking gravy off the floor fast Then he started to yell at the waitress like, "b**h bring me some more snacks." You got inpatient, stood on your chair and started waving up your cash Then picked up the cutlery and banged the table like "Fork Smash!" You're fat You're the size of three people With that ridiculous waist shape Last year when you had forceful with the b**h up in grade eight they considered it gang rape If you give him another bagel...you might see something fatal You're so fat you got your stomach stapled...to a f**ing table Yo, in the morning he hording corn chips and he's storing his bread Ignoring the enormous hornets that are swarming his head Your tits have orbits, you're morbid, soon Fork will be dead Fork is enormous you'll need a forklift to lift Fork from his bed When you rap, you imagine that you're stuck in a brawl You hold out your fists and visualize you're crushing their skull With all that screaming you remind me of someone who's small I'll call you Fork Rich, you're yelling but saying nothing at all I'll rip out your heart while I'm lifting up your musty flesh Yell this is a Spartan then I'll kick you in the f**ing chest The last time I saw 300 I'm like, "This movie's too long it's a fail." The last time you saw 300 you're like dude, "There must be something wrong with the scale." So when he raps about switching the skies and crushing a kid with his eyes I'm like, "Dude it's a rap battle we're suppose to be spitting some rhymes Not narrating the scenes from medieval times Believe me you are nothing we are not equal I am something You thought you'd spit your bars in Ottawa and people would just love it But your 16's are so atrocious even Weezy wouldn't f** it [Round 3: Charron] You just did it, and it's gross, man that's never true Why you just repeating the last words a b**h said that that just had s** with you Because you gotta realize that you're just a fat f** The only time Organik lied to your face is when he said you're deserving of this match up See I used to work at Roger's Video, that's something I thought he would mention Then I realized the hobo never would never reference a job or profession The Jewish customers used to piss me off so I taught them a lesson I started every morning by putting Schindler's List in the "comedy" section I coach him when we play Call Of Duty like, "You should learn to attack better." Then he put on Nazi zombies and I got worked up by hand gestures Like, "You should shoot that one I think he murdered your ancestors." It's expensive driving to Toronto every month showcasing my rap sk** It's ironic I'm burning this Jew just to pay for my gas bill Your battle career is concerning me with your ethnic pride You're so Jewish you battled a dude named Scott Free and got murdered by a Genocide He works at Sports Center so get the references and the rhymes that I drop Your sister's like an NHL referee whether you like it or not Cause she's on ice, gets paid to blow and stick people inside of her box Yo the fellas busted more nuts til it looked like a Boston creme She had more sticks blow up inside her than that Russian jet that crashed with the locomotive hockey team So the next time you're working at Sports Center and you throw your script in the trash can I'll walk up like "da na na, da na na" and hit this b**h with a back hand You always keep your head down, looking for pennies, right? He hosts a Jewish game show every night He jumps on stage and gets the mic like, "Come on down to The Price Is...Never Right" Your wife is a fat b**h, cutting pies in a growing science She saw Andy Samberg throw a cake at the ground and unsubscribed to Lonely Island If you burn her baby back ribs she's prone to violence and throwing riots She's such a f**ing pig you can't eat her out cause it goes against your kosher diet So in this battle you didn't deserve it and f** if it's bias you just got laid out And I ain't talking about the camera man putting out his cigarette when I'm putting this f*g out Let's go