Z-hunna - Z Hunna vs Orriginal (battle) lyrics

[ROUND 1] Z HUNNA I know what you all expect me to do, a bunch of Orriginal flips But why f** with that when i can k** him with original flips Like hit em off with the ratchet, that's an original b**h Kick him down the hill, as he lays in a bag, that's original chips sh**, but I heard name flips is the sh** for the amateur dudes So I ride your b**h and I park her, she's a Canada Goose Try something funny when the camera shoots, and you'll get a million hands parking in Give him so many black eyes, you'd think it's a million man march again Now I've seen your battles, I have never heard a nice round Talking about "Z your last battle was crazy"... pipe down Unwrap him like a present, that's right now I'm dope as f**, no wonder my skin color is light brown You can't carry my weight, that'll f** your spine up Make your chest crack, push your wig back, f** your mind up I throw my hand up, the talking stops like Fattah saying times up Boy, these bars going over your head like a mugshot lineup Let me get it lined up I got punch lines, performance, delivery, aggression I could punch lines or perform them and deliver the aggression Make the correction, rob you for everything you bring on us I'm alone, even if he stock 10, he won't ring on us We got the thing on us, my goons cut throat The mac make him sync like an iTunes upload What the f** are you up for? You better not dry snitch Cause all you're getting after that is texts on a late night like a side b**h Go ahead, ride the bench, while I roll up and roast him in his face Chella gang, let my dogs maul him and put Oakville in its place You're not fishing for sh**, cause your lines are kind of sloppy Catch a hook in the future, he won't wake up in a new Bugatti I hope you're loyal to your fam, so I could have you laid up by your posse Hit by 11, 11's, we'll remember them by wearing a poppy [ROUND 2] Z HUNNA I was watching your battle, you were rapping and sh** Twisting your hands up, clapping and sh** I was like he could spit, but that's when it happened and sh** You looked at your opponent, pouted your lip and like a sa**y b**h put your hands on your hips But I'm on some different sh**, I don't rap Orthodox I'll snatch his neck so you could really see me go off the top Last battle they slept on me, this battle the snooze is off I could super saiyan, street fighter, hadouken dog Don't be stupid dog, can't none of you coast with me Since I rep where I'm from, I'll drag him through the whole city Start at my home, Meadowvale, that's the west end Slap him up to ridgeway, then I'm giving him the Wesson Pick him back up, ship em off to Rouche Court As I take his b**h on another date like I post poned Then its off to bristol, G & B, C view By the time we get to 5 & 10, I make em license I'm a G2 We at h wood, Queen Fred, Fieldgate, sick mode I got a body to bury, let me know if there's room on Cliff road Chill hoe, your a small fry, no name, dick lover 1984 is the only time you get big brother Chill brother Meadowvale in the building, thats a bad batch We post him up with the pounds, code name, hash tag Ya'll still tryna catch bars from my last match? Question me, I'll light your roof up, like its cash cab But brace yourself, I'm about to drop more knowledge I'll tear the house up, bring the canvas in like I'm door knocking Me against a white boy, I'll teach him about the color ways like the Foamposites While you were getting bullied at school, I was back home with the Taliban tryna throw rockets [ROUND 3] Z HUNNA I spit that potent sh**, I got a license to shred Why freestyle, when my style could put a price on your head Make you light in the head, I hit throats, you chase her Oh, that's your girl? I don drape her with cig smoke and blazers You hit low, I majors I dare one of you rappers to test my one, two I hear you speak then I move your jaw, this movie's Kung Fu I know, I know, that last bar might have been a bit of a slight reach But these punches connecting like Rogers, that's high speed Let me get you up to my speed You can't go punch for punch with me, I suggest you better not try it Out perform me? You must be on a bath salt diet Maybe you can do personals, sh**, but that's how you end up dying Your best bet would be jokes cause... Well, you look like a clown anyway So stop your nonsense, tell me, who you ever fought dude? Bring your boys, I'll make them all rise like the judge in the court room We roll 40 deep, that 40 speaks and makes 40 leap Shoot buckets in a spur, tear drop, Tony P Against Freestyler, you tried a wrestling scheme That was cute but let me show you how it's really done I show up with outlaws to shoot your road dogs with that billy gun I ran game on your diva, every time I stopped and seen her She called me a hardy boy cause she got on top and rocked the leader You better be learning, boy, you watching how I'm styling on you Hope your mom got the boarder tax cause her son just died in California Got damn, I'm locked in Rewind it 4 times to catch Barz I dropped in I opt in to pop 10 in the ride you popped in The co*ked end is co*ked in, pull out, drop 10 My content is top 10, as a matter of fact, top 1, the rest cannot win Now Orriginal, you're a nice individual and I really do respect you So I apologize for this a** whooping, I just had to show these other cats I'm nothing step to