Z-hunna - Z Hunna VS Deejay (Battle) lyrics

(ROUND 1) Kotd in my hometown and Im Meadowvale's own star It's only one minute rounds so I got to get to these bars I got a country ratchet, when I pull it out that's when the trouble starts I gave it a nick name, fat boy, slim up when Bubba sparks His belly a big target, it gets hit with a couple darts I ain't leading up to a punchline, just saying he's a tub of lard Even if we tried, we couldn't stop his plate A Rolex on a scale is the only time that he'll watch his weight Stop it Jay, you don't want it with us crack hustlers Cause we about shells like all our whips gas guzzlers I bag busters and make sure I give them the cancer They asked who I'm battling, I said, some goon from Brantford They said goon from Brantford? sh**, you must have made a mistake Better cut DJ and throw him on the tracks like a mix tape Pistol on this waste, ready to bang or k** Remind's me of Dj drama, I'll get this gangster grilled (ROUND 2) See my boys don't run, they shoot through the car at who's in it I aim for your dome like its out of style, you'll lose fitted So if I catch you in my territory, sh**, I ain't having none of it Pull up in a black Yukon with a yellow knife, start cutting sh** Ship him off, tighten him up like a corset Body all over Canada, cops find him north west I got a metaphor for the metal 4, when I hold the gat An eagle on my arm like I'm a proud polish cat I punch him back, that sh** sound like when the thunder rings I light him up, he's catching fire, f**ing with my hunger games It's a hundred gangs, that will be down to wreck a man, still I can smoke jays with the right but the second hand k**s See I had to be ill, so notorious, how they packaged biggie When it rings, you'll hear the ox like the cat's from Phillie If I see this birch made p**y then I'll pop a kitty Break so many records on DJ like when Lil Wayne dropped A Millie (ROUND 3) If I get locked up for this battle, same day, I'll get on bail Come around fly, get dropped so fast, you'd leave a jet contrail My homie said chill, he wants a breakfast franchise, I figured, y not He's getting the pies, I'm getting the pies but I make the eye hop Mouth foam, temp drop, shakes on a rector scale Scrape every crumb with the ace, make sure you don't miss the nails Call me mister bills, hard Bars, no filler when I spit If Meadowvale's a jungle then we are gorilla's in the mist I go feeling on your chick Cause I feel I'm the best for this And that's what she said as she gets off his And on mine, it's on time Cause she's obviously clocking in She online then goes drawing, opposite of depositing No hostages, I hit em all off with the musket Send him to Allah in the middle of a Musjid Bust sh**, till every god damn thing they heard rattles Cut him off in his verse like the dude who screamed time in Aye Verbs battle So if these bars don't k** him then the metal will In case you forgot who did this to you, Meadowvale