Tony D (Poisonous Poets) - Shotty Horroh vs Tony D Round 1 lyrics

[Round 1 - Shotty Horroh] Some said I wasn't gonna show up Well that's what the talk was about But I showed up to the showdown To show off when the show's on for all of the crowd The giant was asleep, silently in peace I advised him to move quietly and sneak beside me but try and be discreet Because if I wake, there'll be wakes, and I'm no longer tired in the sheets You woke Goliath just as it was time for him to eat and climbing to his seat The king, the new chapter, I move faster, I put aside my pride so my pride can get a feast f** your stripes, you tigers seem like new-timers trying to compete I thought you were the main man, all that raw talk and you're just lyin' through your teeth Oh this is what you waited for, me and you waging war On a stage for the sake of talk, so let's make 'em talk It's unfair, you've been scared, since the day started taking course I've played his thoughts, but I'm not here to take your title Tony... I'm here to take your corpse See, it was the real deal when Real Deal said to give Tony a Tony Award But I got me some rhymes that'll leave him hospitalised I came to give Tony a ward Cla** in session The ruler's back for straight lines with drastic measures Your casket's measured, practice makes perfect But I've practised to the point where I'm past perfection I'm just battling my past perfections They say practice what you preach But I don't preach, you can ask the reverend It's been a minute since I asked for blessings in my last confession I don't preach, I teach, and I've got pupils that'll look you in your pupils And raise arms like they're asking questions, but they don't ask me questions You need to give a man of my cla** room... stay back like you have detention You can't take away from Ad I taught Math a lesson I'm unschoolable, they haven't given Ad a lesson since adolescence Test me and fail, F your circle, you won't pa** the papers I'll smoke him - pasta papers f** dough, it's linguine linguistics - pasta papers I'm trying to give my nation dough, my donation to battle rap is past Eurgh's papers Time to pay your pastor papers You're about to be baptised in bars So don't whine when the pastor pa**ed the wafers Tony D's dead, you want to know what he pa**ed away for I'm the predator, he's the same as when you ask your saviour for a ma**ive favour And when prey meets predator, that's just nature But, holy shoulder blades - God's back You are not martyrs - I said - you do not matter It's got like if you're godlike then I'm God's father's godfather Since I left, I've been streaming it Rowan It seems it's upstream that you're rowin' And you haven't got farther You put Shuffle and Marlo-on but couldn't brand dough So you brought back the Godfather And I couldn't bear it it's tragic That tear in the fabric is something I'll patch, he knows Al Pacino, I'm on my Tony sh** Montana, not Tony as in this older prick Who defends a title that don't exist, I'm over pissed I'll film a p**no of your only chick just to show you it I mean I'll make your b**h wail and we can see your baby Moby dicked Jesus faeces - holy sh** I'll make a guitar plectrum from your skull if there's a bone to pick Try handle bars and die like Hogan's lip I've got a boot, I turned sideways, I rock jabronis with You hyped with your mouth, I'm at the side of your house (ssh) - right where Smokey sh**s Snub nose in my scruff clothes, eat shots like Homer's kid Who was last seen in Tony's crib Looking like Scarface, in the last seen with Tony's crib That's my first round in, safe star blessed I've got two more rounds and plenty more space in my graveyard left