Pnut (Battle Rapper) - Pnut vs Shotti P lyrics

[Round 1: Shotti P] Now if you claim to be a real n***a, tonight you better act like one You wanna be a main stage contender then f**ing rap like one But try to act like a gangsta and you'll get clapped like one And shout out to Lush One mama for my first half white son I said Toronto what's good? They got Shotti P vers' a battle rap clone Ooh I f**ing hate those, you fake a** Pa**wurdz, who is you n***a? Safe Code? Okay, that's fine, I already know his pin I ain't gotta pull his card This n***a k**ing his self You took that man's style and now it's time to pay for that identity theft So I'm sorry, this will not be a cla**ic and it ain't about who flow the hottest n***a you ain't got the right mechanics, this Fresh Coast n***a sound so robotic Boy you will get stomped til my J's turn to foam composites Then I'm smoking this Cali n***a like we blowing chronic n***a take this L, this sh** in the bag, no colonic One punch and all he see is stars like Nostradamus You will get stabbed in the back that's not a broken promise Or this b**h can die f**ing with the Smith like Pocahontas Bro be honest, you wanted a bigger name Well you can cry me a river for thinking that you the man This f**ing lame couldn't stop my wave with the Hoover Dam I made n***as respect GZ, single handedly improved the brand So when he die it's cause he ain't bred for real, n***a that's a gluten plan I will never, ever, respect backpack rap Hermione, her my knee-n***a that sh**'s wierd n***a you was only targeted for marketing, let's get this sh** clear And how you giving advice to up and comers when you been an up and comer for 10 years? We gon' switch gears, cause he said "use wrestling bars" well I guess that's an open lane Cause I'll crash his family reunion and APA the poker game Bullets will up the ante and rock his cousin like Roman Reigns Lil' n***a you know my name It's Shotti P, but the fans call you Party Nut Party Nut? My n***a that's hard as f** But with every punchline I'm k**ing his buzz, this f**ing Party s** I'll take his chips and dip, have cats pointed at Party hat, that beam hit him I bet he leave Earth like when Mars Attack The Larkin's strapped and I'll send Party to party where Party Arty at n***a how hard is that? You thought that you was ready but I knew I had the better style n***a I'm from 7 Mile so you know it get even more disrespectful in my second round Dub n***a [Round 1: Pnut] Comparing me to Pa**, I'm from the Fresh Coast so I rap like one You just gave me another funny n***a, you must rap like Swann So what's popping Shotti? I came for a proper body Ice skating, catch you then lift you up that's how I prop a body Yo props to Bonnie, I took Bon's eye (bonsai) without a shot of sake Now I'm shocking Shotti, use your mouth for the beats; Lodi Dadi See you? Ain't shocking Shotti, put stock in Shotti? He'll be dead by the second, see the Spock in Shotti? That's wordplay, that's exactly what I brought for Shotti They grade my pen A (penne) it ain't pasta Shotti People like, "Yo, why you lock with Shotti?" Think Plies, I get famous after dropping Shotti Pop a shotti, control dawg with a click/clique Tamagotchi Think he tough til I beam him up like I talk to Scotty Face shot, I'll K.A.I. like I fought Miyagi's Spell it out, that's Cobra Kai, in a dojo? Soldiers die So you better punch more than I or it's over, bye The prognosis? Swollen eye, open wide Let him talk to the M; Goldeneye Hold it I, ask for competition...and got Shotti Two words; low supply You're GZ's token guy, they hold him high cause he hungry For a hit, sh** so am I Think baseball, cause to back him off a plate you throw inside Teeth get thrown aside, next to his broken pride Get k**ed by the flow, ocean tide Hold the five, that hand do the talking that's spoke in Sign So decide, shoulder side or do the medieval (mid evil) like olden times Bro's alive, til that barrel make a spirit like oak and rye Yo it's I, the fearless cat out of nowhere, appears a gat If you hear a clap it's a shotti on Shotti that's a mirror match Ayo chill, you ain't a friend of me, quit, enemy sh** I'll sock a (soccer) player give P. K's that's a penalty kick With a velvety pitch, weapons we grip Let it shower for a b**h like a pregnancy gift You plan to cook me? I hope the recipe fits They said "he a beast" but it's simple fate, Triple H You losing to this pedigree Pete, for messing with me? Get the message without sending a Tweet Find where he stayed and pull in his room like Emba**y suites Coffins, I can tell you how to get without Sesame Street So think it won't jump off, but the sh** can player The kick back's tailored to stop animals in the ring like Big Van Vader So keep running your mouth? I'll let your forehead get it And make something sound nasty like Cortez did it I'm better than you, don't ask around the whole field agrees Yeah black lives matter til they're k**ed by me [Round 2: Shotti P] n***as was saying I was getting 3-0'd Now I respect opinions but my sh** is different though And this Party is already dead like, "Where did the b**hes go?" You not even half as dope so you can either go postal or you can mail it in; ransom note The fate was sealed for you, P.S. you failed again I earned my stamp and you a waste of space Shouldn't even be talking sh** p**y n***a yo' f**ing face look like chocolate chip cookie But what if I switch on him? And say "f** rap", you will get every chip crumbled I ain't gon' sugar coat it with quick punches It's Warheads or Jawbreakers, pay attention that meant something It'll be another (w)rapper dying over that candy like Slim Dunkin This b**h fronting But I already know he phony, y'all seen that sh** on T-Rex's ear? Well let me introduce y'all to its closest homie Oh my God n***a, holy mole-y Did y'all think this moley a** n***a would actually win? n***a to get that sh** removed off of yo' face they gon' have to set a trap on yo' chin You don't know me homie, you not even an acquaintance Cause I'll snap your neck, back and limbs, that's six degrees of separation Google that you f**ing nerd, the tooley strapped And I'll go upside his head with the 40 like Juce and Wapps n***a the truth is back And you just a little Grind Time n***a that never made it out the middle tier Well I'm in the same spot you in and this sh** only took a year Think you wildin' my sh** just too violent Everything you try simple like bicycles it's too/two tired You not even a "has been" n***a you a "never was" Yo' time came and went but congratulations You get to die live on World Domination 6 I swear to God, he's stepping on my land, Lord and he ain't pay his rent So I brought the Clips for the Iron, n***a let's have a main event Murder is my hobby and you about to die for fun n***a that's exactly what you get for f**ing with a Dub n***a Dub n***a [Round 2: Pnut] I said uh, if that's the best you do, then how do I word the sh**? He wasn't worth the trip but you gave me money let's splurge a bit My concern is this, you over hyped They put son/sun in the center like Copernicus to get knocked off his perch a bit Disperse a clip, I waited all year to k** you, The Purge exists I heard him spit but don't buy into the hype, Gully, you're not a merchant, quit You keep trying to sell Shotti like "purchase this. He murking sh**." Well he can die from a pill and ain't you learn from Prince? It's World Dom' and sh** I figured I earned a Brit' The curve had me down and out, that's a perfect pitch But you're convinced this surrogate sent to a surgeon since I shoot you clown with a cannon, no circus hits Time to die, if you riding high I'm a lightening bug So firefly, giant size, get peppered with the potato; O'brien Fries They said "no touching" and even if I abide, I still punch him and say "he might've tried" d**h, I'll show you bite a Mac like Hawaiian sides Food bars Who's losing? {Laughs} You are Sure, they pegged you the new star but you basically a pub crawl that's a few bars But the dude's hard, how? His pa**ion is so broken, his habit is showboating while rapping in slow motion He'll spit a whole verse with clapping and dull joking And the crowd will fall asleep before rapping his whole slogan "Dub n***a", dumb n***a That's Shotti, point blank the sh** is true Let's focus on Skelly and his image that isn't you See Shotti the type to bring pistols through and click at crews Then start a fight and debate a hook like fishing food Listen dude You knew it was coming so just go with the punches like sh** you didn't do Get a clue, you don't hold it down, bro is foul, play tour guide get shown around It's common sense, cause I don't care if you're bu*t naked or clothed in gowns Whenever pressed by Skells (scales) it results in pounds But not Shotti, cause behind the tough talk it's hardly G I'll punch him til I partly bleed Get different colored socks; RG3 See you? Talk RPG's but can't dish it out like a star PG You just stood beside Quest like a RPG But does Marv beat me? sh** you better lead the way or leave today Knuckle up, lil 2 on 2 that's Pete and Craig See the fade I'm Will Regal in his evil days Meet the K, pump on his tongue, sneaker phase What am I doing to Shotti? He's getting k**ed over time that's meter maid! I mean let's just be honest See you're a new comer so you weren't worthy of this scary three I'll bury P he just talked his way to the ring like "Will you marry me?" Time [Round 3: Shotti P] The n***a said I'm a gangsta, I said I ain't gotta use the pound to air him Then he said Skelly pushed me, I dare you to push me I triple dog dare you This is round 3, of this half breed getting his a** beat This n***a's a dork, a f**ing lame He told Organik "f** the chain" Well I'm a n***a that's aiming to get it And I'll snatch that sh** off Rone neck just to strangle you with it n***a where I'm from, if you get put on blast that's when the trigger squeeze n***a please, I'm a different breed The fans figured he'd give me the business like I'm Mr. Deeds Well my sh** going national G, a graphic k**ing spree And I'm still living that savage life like aborigines Now that, that was a Nat Geo bar Facts, cause King of The Dot is a different kind of rap stage But it's still gay as f**, to have "nut" in your rap name You out here having debatables with females? n***a that sh** is past lame Then he thought he'd blow up off that light sh** like a flash bang n***a you think k**ing Bonnie makes you ready for a street n***a? No sneak dissing but this'll be a Ma**acre 2/too, Shotti excel (Xcel) at k**ing n***as that beat b**hes Boy you in Toronto, but he think it Hollywood Where he can live out his big dreams Well that lead will put his head on a random celeb like a Finch meme So I gotta ask, are you a real n***a? Nah, I didn't expect him to answer Cause one swing I'll give Nut disease; testicular cancer He not real and I'll sock a n***a with gla**es We can box still that stunting will get Nut f**ed up like Johnny Knoxville But you wanna know the real reason I can't rock with you? Cause you been getting hoed in Cali, n***a you the Fresh Coast prostitute All those years with no gain and you have not improved Been rapping since the Stone Age and still can't rock the room I'm from Detroit, all that we rap about is the Glock we shoot That chopper will follow his whip like a hot pursuit n***a I'm from the same city as Eminem For the checks (Chex) n***as raising (raisin) with the steel gripped Leave his body scattered in the woods, we'll turn Pnut (peanuts) into trail mix n***a real sh** You are not better cause you can rap lines faster So Tweet "Shotti k**ed Pnut" #halflivesmatter Murder is my hobby and losing is never n***a That's exactly what you get for f**ing with a Dub n***a Dub n***a [Round 3: Pnut] I said uh, when they offered Shotti I was so with it like "go get it!" Then it hit me, you're the weakest in your state...and Sno's in it f** a verse, let that sink in for a whole minute No gimmicks I'll Master P, No Limit, if bro's with it, whole clip it, no snippet Give this trick four (District 4) go Finnick Enough blood to fill a gulf in it Yo' critics keep trying to Pitch Black like bro's Riddick Gold Civic, he's on a roll with no bodies, he ghost rid it I don't get it, cause honestly, what can Shotti do? Put me to sleep? It's prolly true They said, "Come to Canada." It's a costly move but it's lots of food and I've ate everything From unagi's skewed to broccoli stew But still waiting on P to rap (pita wrap) Slovaki food It's not in you? It's like every verse you gotta talk it through We sit back like, "Eh...eh...yo who the f** is he talking to?" I talk to you like f** rap we boxing fool Cause I'm the boss, iron cross, that's a hockey move [?] catch a mitt to his head, Milwaukee Brew They shopping you like son is ether But he does not stop, he a pawn shop, he junk to feature Let's be real, you bore us (Boris) like Russian leaders Gully's your one believer so you're only here cause jungle fever Buzzer beater, give me the shot sh** all I need is one name like McLovin, either You use the same blade that bludgeoned Caesar Or pull a trey/tray from the back like a f**ing freezer All you hear; gun sounds More shells than a dozen Easters Seductive teachers, smash pupils til your bloods in beakers So f** Usher and Justin Bieber I know, try to promote 'em now, it's like a slap in the face You push rappers out of GZ, I push 'em back in their place This cat is a waste, we'll meet at the Crossroads like Bizzy Bone I'm light skinned and I rap, ayo T Dot Drizzy's home f** Shotti, all I see is a street rapper with a gritty tone But give me chrome it'll pa** through P/pee like a kidney stone That's f**ing true, sh** I didn't know how to get pumped for you Cause these new comers are nothing but new Your buzz? Stage four cancer The only reason we f** with you cause you'll be dead in a month or two When that s**s for you But that's exactly what you get for f**ing with a Fresh Coast n***a Fresh Coast n***a