Rone - Rone vs. Blizzard lyrics

[Round 1: Blizzard] Yo, everything in my bar pile in ganja Wearing that Jumper's proof that your a star-spangled wa*ker I'll stab you with my instruments that they have in the alley If you were in a rock band they's be called Spandex Bally Ayo, Ayo, Ayo, Ayo, Ayo, I'm describing it all! I can beat you with these freestyle rhymes that I sprawl If I embarra** you right now I know that you won't like it at all Your body won't be working like these lights on this side of the wall! Welcome to the UK man, on a real When the f** are you leaving?! This crowd cannot relate to the stuff that your speaking If you were at home right now, you'd be bullied; for breathing! And for thinking with you're a big artist with your underachieving You thought you'd come and win today with that American stuff? Wrong, you're gonna find the angle incredibly tough Cause now a white kid's in your face here telling you stuff And you're kind of wishing Eurgh would present you a bluff Because you do this at home a lot You battle all the time People idolize you, I don't I call the crap out of your rhymes You battled 360 and Protege who get ma**ive hits combined Now look who's crawling to the UK to grab a bit of shine Trying to take something that's adamantly mine, I laugh at your demise This is a Minotaur battling a mannequin with a bag over it's eyes You stay stunting for the fight then I've gonna jab you with a right Cause damage to your sight, No free health care all the bills staggeringly priced Tell me how the f** are you managing this flight? Apart from Daddy's bank account, you will never see this man payed He'll try to say that he's more successful than me, Well I'm slayed You should go in tall with a rock group, who knows you could come back laid That won't be the only time that your asking for band-aid Because I'm tighter than you I can kick a better cypher than you Irish blood so I can handle more cider than you More arrogant, more laid back, and I'm hyper than you Darker Heart, yet I'm more f**ing whiter than you See there the kind of abstract rhymes that he'll spew Fair played mate if that's what your inclining to do But don't hate if I come to King Of The Dot a** naked with a shotgun Cause I would shoot the f**ing daylight/Daylyt out of you! [Round 1: Rone] Like he said, this is my overseas debut So let's start it up For those of ya'll that don't know me, I rap it dark as f**! For those of ya'll that do know me, well my last battle wasn't really up to standard for me But I still took the win home unanimously And now I'm back on your scene with raps packing the heat So how the f**s a little Blizzard gonna stand a chance against me? This whooping is long over due I'm finna Hulk Hogan you, bulldozer, blade of gra** into a lawn mower you And I know the crowd and staff all probably fawn over you But in a scrap, I would probably pick a fawn over you But I still took him So that there's an homage to his confidence But I still cook him So this whooping is a back handed compliment Blizzard... you need to exfoliate your moldy face Rapidly Bradley Green, you badly need some acne cream His face has more holes than a thimble Or it has been sprinkled with shingles Or your skin doctors gotten you swindled It's simple cause even the swift little dimples have pimples So you're a breakout star But what were settling today is what has more blemishes his record or his face Like in your last battle, you done took the grimy route Using dead dad jokes for entire rounds But aren't you the kid that's raised silver spoon inside the mouth So a father is something that this b**h could not survive without You went from 2.5 million views, to 300,000 views, to like 70k tops Holy sh** your just a teen Brad and already falling off And schools were blatantly dissed, in your statements to Grist But complaining about this only makes you a b**h And now your taking a piss in the game of the wits So this is me filling you in on the education you missed! And after all that sh** you talked about schools Well now your going back I heard the facts, I though "Damn how hypocritical is that?" And I thought that that was bad, until I saw a vid' that had you making fun of folks in hats, while you wore a f**ing hat It's sh** like that That makes me think that we can't get the kid out of you I'm trying to teach you, not to take the f**ing piss out of you So you gonna take it, I'm not taking any lip out of you And to throw it in, Justin Bieber would beat the sh** out of you! [Round 2: Blizzard] Your music's whack, and you're never grabbing sh** off it If I'm actually honest your attempt at mainstream backpacker rap is moronic You should take my advice Adam and stop it But I get, America is a very Religious country so it makes sense that your only after a prophet Your style is one of the worst I have ever known This is the 4S to the rotary telephone You rapping should be illegal I'm out of your cla** B I suggest a new method, Rone? You style is swag orientated Distorted and jaded And you rap like you're always sedated Hearing your accent has me bored and frustrated Now let me pick apart bars of yours that I hated One of his bars was: "See when I flow, it's an explosion like a firecracker Cause I came with that flame I got that fire cracker!" Very cringe worthy coming from a white rapper And he also said, listen, this sh** is great "My sh** too hot, like Papa Bear's porridge" What the f** was he thinking when he worded that line? Is your brain working okay, are you certain it's fine? I now feel like battling this person's a crime Cause he compares his bars to porridge Porridge from a nursery rhyme So you wanna rap then, OK Cool Stop the bollox I'm on it so much poison in my blood that I'm gonna die from it I'm not a nice topic, I'm a horror biopic Me and Satan share the same cell like we're monozygotic Take me off my pedestal Not on my wallet I won't pay you any dues unless there's guap in my pocket Me a Grist topped the views like you wanna try, stop it This is Don't Flop if your not willing to colonize, drop it I don't know if this is below any belt And I don't know if it helps But Welcome To Birmingham, Go f** Yourself! [Round 2: Rone] I'll talk about other rapper's girls Cause they're what I've actually done So act like I'm rapping for fun, and it could happen to son But you call an ambulance up, if you done jammed you thumb So me hurting his feelings, might casket him up Example Facebook told me that your with a girl that's called Erin Pretty Must be a fake account, cause that b**h isn't pretty That thick biddie isn't a b**h skinny She got a fat waist, thin titties, and a snout nose like Ms. Piggy And this one here will crush you Cause even though you'd love too I promise bro, Zara Khaliq will never f** you See even before I heard of you, folks wanted me to murder you And since you're such a grimy rapper It wasn't hard for me to find dirt on you Like how you got your buzz of your cousin Shifty It wasn't you who did that And it's a shame it took Shifty's car crash for your career to make an impact Or the fact that you don't inhale when blazing trees Which is just insane to me So from pot smokers everywhere, Stop wasting weed! It's sh** like that that makes me think this kids a re-tard He thinks the act of smoking means that his image is hard That's like ordering than pouring out a drink at the bar Or just loving the feeling of an empty syringe in your arm It's stupid Yo but we can do it, rap with hands, I'm sure the crowd doesn't mind We can really see if Brad is greener on the other side f** a Greenpeace, a green thumb, cause Green ain't the man I would rather serve Bradley; Green Eggs And Ham And you can have your American Idiot bars lined up on replay That sh** would be Dukie, and today would not be Green Day f** an ignorant American, you'll never find a G as wise as me And I went for being me and you can chalk it up to irony I'm not fat, don't watch TV I'm intelligent, sh** I try to be So there's a million reasons to hate America, but none of them apply to me! But how about you bro, your names Bradley Green Son that sounds Yank as sh** Like you light Yankee candles, and Yankee hats, and f**ing yank your dick Yo you're a fake Man U fan or at least a phony in comparison But today you'll be just like one, Owned by an American My attack; Van Persie My D; Ferdinand If someone confronting you and your gran in the streets, you Defer to nan But I'll be [?], yes strap him off near d**h This is fascinating fascists versus a lawn chair's depth This a top tier threat vs. a not near vet So you might get here someday But you not there yet [Round 3: Blizzard] This guy Rone wants to beat me So he's gonna say anything he's gotta say And yeah I like Green Day Well your gonna be feeling a Blvd of Dreams when you come back from your Holiday This ain't a battle anymore right, it's a counseling session I heard some things happened back home when you got bouts of depression Let's flashback to Penn State, let's say 2007 I bet you never had your track teacher down as a felon Rone did track himself, all the way up til he graduated He used to write for Penn State news he was infatuated His teacher Sandusky noticed Adam had emasculated And that's when he started to get a little to fascinated I'm f**ing bringing it back with these lyrics I rap What the f** is this sh** on your hat? I'm f**ing freestyling cause I forgot all my bars But that's OK because right here I just forgot who you are Apart from being touched by a man about triple your age I could imagine an all deal would only fill you with rage But let me turn to a different page Your trauma with Sandusky is the reason that you're so eccentric when you spit on the stage He's looking up to God now seeking for his answer Trying to avoid the questions that peeps are gonna ask ya His fauna makes him wish that his teacher died of cancer Well Stockholm Syndrome is making him have feelings for his capture Psychology bars Time [Round 3: Rone] So aside the fact, that you don't have any hair upon your balls I just heard an Irish Roman Catholic talk about pedophilia, now if seen it all So what you losing focus? You ain't think we notice It's the third round and Blizzard has yet to spit some cold sh** I guess your judgement getting clouded, with people saying "Blizzard is dope" He's getting flaky, soon enough he'll be addicted to snow Well expect flurries from me I hope you can't sustain bunches I would never hail Blizzard, I would rather rain punches And if there's a Mrs. Blizzard I hope she doesn't stick around Cause if I find her on the road, than that b**h is getting plowed I heard women are from Venus, so the penis she catching She a Saturn to a monster truck the way that I'm smashing Said how I get in Uran*s, you won't be able to stand it I made the Mercury rise, and I didn't even plant it See I don't have to act sick, motherf**er I am sick And I've been the man since I was younger than Brad is Growing up damn,I was such a bad little ba*tard That I lost my virginity, before my dad did But whenever you come aggressive Well sonny it's unimpressive You think that its something epic, but really it's just a depressing You only shine and grime, your whole gimmick is one dimension You only started rapping cause you got booted from One Direction I said your a little b**h boy that's that sh** I don't like Little rich boy that's that sh** I don't like Blizzard? Nah, that's Snow White He's all bark and he's no bite Yeah he is not the Rone type and that's that sh** I don't like I've never seen someone so obsessed with themselves Really it's just disgusting Every morning he wakes up, takes a sh**, and then Instagrams a picture of it So should I call him a "try hard" for his style and clothes Or should I call him Donald Glover for his Childish flow Like, Pow, that's one jab to the chest Watch how I don't be smackin' his head I would hit him in the chin, but a hit up to the chin to him just might be snappin his neck Beast in the flesh I've been the best from the east to the west This will be the echo of the very last Lego But instead I'll be the one to put the B's to your chest I really want to f** with him But then again he's just a kid So instead of s**erin him I'll just f**in tuck him in So done have some dope opponents, but none this sick You had some fans but now they wanna jump his ship I f** with the UK Brad can s** this dick So God save the Queen But f** this b**h!