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Real Deal vs. Charron (Title Match)
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King of the Dot
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No gun bars, I've listened to the critics and I’ve improved And today I'ma prove that everything y’all hate me for applies to you "Charron just plays the white angle" Well, you've got a collection: "If I kill someone, I’m 'mentally ill'" "What time is, Smack? Thanks for making the exception" In Toronto, you're a white boy on their hockey team You said you're the "scariest white boy since Iron's gone" You add "white boy" to your garbage schemes This white boy's winning he's Charlie Sheen In Atlanta this white boy's gettin' pu**y he’s Carter Deems So if you hate on me the hate should be equal That’s why you’re the Chef you just cater to people And why did you duck the title match with Pass? I want you to tell the truth, okay It’s 'cause he caught you hangin' out with that racist Jeff, there ain’t nothing for you to say Jeff said, "White people shouldn’t have kids with black people in the USA." And when he’s in Pittsburgh you give him a room to stay So don't get p*ssed about a pic' with a stupid flag When this teacher's been racist 24/7 - I’m here to Ruin Your Day You yell do personals and hit people with low blows You told Okwerdz "I bet you wish your father's battle with cancer was promo" You think a parent dying of cancer is funny? Is that how you talk to your kid? I ain’t even gonna check you for that karma already did I got simple setups, it's effective, they brag about your pen game but it's so obscure that it's pathetic He be like, "I'm in Pittsburgh pitching nickels. I'm Jimmy Jetson." Y’all don’t know Jimmy Jetson? Then post a picture with a sentence p*ssed y’all didn't get the reference About an Yankees pitcher that played four games in 1967 The sh*ts depression f**k you and Ricky Benson who was with Texans in pre season and dropped an interception Your sh*t's more drawn out than this election b*t*h you got more filler then Kylie Jenner's lip injections Did an Avo blog like, "As a teacher at a black school I can't look at you." But battled Tony D and said "They want a black champ, that's why they're bookin' you." On URL it’s "I’m just a gym teacher I’m not holding choppers." Against Illipsis you said, "It’s Dot Mobb pu**y" Bro it’s awkward You switch between black and white hoods like my clothing sponsor He will pander (panda) to bring his stock up You focus on skin more than Seth Rogan In i>Knocked Up Switch blade chopped up I’ll cut a Deal quicker than Surf when he’s locked up You’re ducking Pass cause he’ll whoop your ass, you are not tough You ain’t got nuts Mr. Garrison, this teacher turned pu**y than got Trumped Don’t say I think I’m Billy Pistolz and I squeeze Hecklers b*t*h which one of us became a Dot Mobb team member? I (eye) damage with the pencil: Heath Ledger Trailer Park Boys Corey's with the smoke once he sees Trevor This is as close as you can get to a 30; Khabib's record All your angles apply to you that’s how people can feel Call me a "furnace scammer", that means I’m bringing heat to this Deal Takin' trips with kids the only time he's in the field Your bars are like your chain you ain’t keeping it Real I said, he's right! He's right! I said that sh*t in Toronto because...I thought it was tough But you know why I'm Brian Peeples to this day right now? 'Cause like a man, I called to apologize no matter how awkward (Okwerdz) it was Now look...I'll never front Canadian icon, one of the best in the bunch An even better human being, so respected and loved Your title match was incredible The pride of Ottawa, a legend to us I just had to give him his flowers...'cause goddamn, I miss Bender so much This sh*t- yup! I said- YUP! I said, this sh*t was suicide thinkin' he was next for the belt Soon as you signed that contract, 3 rounds, 2 minutes, 30 seconds as well So you start this freestyle sh*t, I'mma do the clock-checkin' myself Because Detroit will be the only Time that's givin' Trevor an L! The Rain Man of battle rap can't use the same deck we've been dealt? When he says sh*t like, "I have a small d**k!" "Facts!" "Pause...but that ain't what you press on that cell!" 'Cause you know what they say about Real Deal, his approaches is clever as hell So if you f**k up a flip off top against Mr. Angle here, you've Brock Lesnar'd yourself! You're welcome, homeboy! I was seein' how you was tryin' to bubble I shouted your name, took some extra time to hustle I shared the trailer, so the viewers online will double 'Cause I'm the GOAT I gave you a push before the shot: you are Bryon Russell! I said, when I won this sh*t, I seen my state hold me down like a Waco scene So it ain't Pittsburgh It's Pennsylvania if they tell me, "Name yo' team" 'Cause my Philly people see the cloth this boul (bowl) cut from, like a '90s Anglo teen You're lookin' for the writing on the wall - it's (wallet's) not there I'm money wit' the chain like JNCO jeans! Pick an alternative route! Boy, be glad I just clowned you Keep it rap, or I will smack the soybean allergy out you! I say, y'all know how teachers get when they thought you were daydreamin' Poppin' a vein, red-eyed, optical strain, freakin' Pay attention! Notice the work! I fought all the way, even broke my back to get here I'll break yours, Gotham and Bane beatin'! f**k a chill pill! Start Googlin' oxycontins and pain treatment 'Cause I'll stomp your face while your body just shakes tweakin'! Crowd gathered 'round like, "Stop it! He ain't breathin'!" 'Cause they HEARD how loud the heel came down like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan! I said... f**k is he talkin' about!? f**k IS HE SAYIN'!? All this aggressive-ass temperament when you sweet as a peppermint Usin' Columbine and Sandy Hook to work to your benefit!? You embrace that school shooter sh*t! I don't teach in Newton, Connecticut You bring a shotty to my school, I got a fifth-grade girl who'd f**kin' beat you to death with it! I'm still winnin' Fast-forward to my pigeonholed fishin' pole days Thinkin' back, how I did it, every bridge's tolls paid Son push a Maserati since he listen, roads paved Happy I don't gotta leave...yeah, get a cold case Let the Figaro play, eatin' chicken lo mein Boogie-boarded the tsunami while you missed the whole wave Still hot, plus my b*t*h is cold in her old age Like I'm sippin' rosé wit' Marisa Tomei Oh, you haven't noticed? I said, "f**k it", passed on roses I'm braggadocious, wit' a Jedi Master focus I was shuttin' sh*t down in every city, way before mass and COVID 'Cause the Chef's special So f**k givin' plates - he shouldn't have made it past the hostess Y'all worried who rap the dopest? His pen doesn't match the dosage Choose the latter, especially when climbin' the ladder's hopeless Big stick, part yo' sh*t This isn't the staff of Moses Guess he gotta face the music now...BOW! My Magnum opus That's 1 Champs are allowed one non title match The Wolf chose King Los that event was dope To represent this league, Real Deal battled Berretta Broke A thousand for a battle? That’s what you charge for yourself? That's why you teach gym, you can't market yourself You are a Real Deal cause you bargain yourself You representin' this league now When you took that small battle, 'Ganik knew you f**ked up deep down If someone’s Beretta Broke, why the f**k you wastin' three rounds? You don’t even respect this league as well 'Ganik was like, "Before you're champ, what about an up and comer? Think you could beat Xcel?" Said you want top tier then d**k ride Smack to battle Reepah Rell? The URL wanted me versus Drugz I said, "Are you guys insane?" You put a top tier versus a bottom guys to minimize our names And this who y'all buyin' chains? I told them 'em, "Give me Tsunami" you tryin' to ride their Wave The URL hits me with small names I say "Lux and Mook" Then they hit you up, it ain't a f**kin' fluke I’m the teacher you're my substitute This is my house, you left it abandoned I should put a band in Renovate yo' slump shack to a mansion You’re a has been that has been Draggin' this league down I'm outstandin' You're my stand-in I’m hungry, look what you put my fam' in (famine) I was sent to kill ya, run ya pockets get familiar Come back and rob you again this revenge for Chilla The first battle? I was confused The rematch? This the guy that they choose? Grand Prix, first round? How many Times can you lose? You made us lose subscribers it’s time to revamp You lost your last judge battle and let down the camp How are you the Real Deal? You ain't even the real champ What does it say about this league when you battle the worst rappers? He’s the "working man's MC", but you work backwards You battlin' Beretta Broke ain't doin' a thing You should forfeit the title we saw you lose in the ring You’re taking two steps backwards you don’t move like a king You gonna wear the belt to school to bring us some support? Like, "Mr. Weller as a champ will you do things that haven’t been done before?" You tug your tie like, "Wait 'til you see me and Chilla number 4." You have the two lowest viewed title matches How could he change the game? When it comes to success stories I’m this leagues claim to fame You battle bums for a thousand, we ain’t the same Must be a strict teacher, you just degrade (D grade) the chain Big names leave him alone they don’t have interest It’s high risk no return it’s bad business To have him as champ, when will the fans listen? I got Cash behind these bars; San Quinton MTV, endorsements, everything the champ's missin' BET, every tourney on TV your mans winning Most battles in King Of The Dot history all I need is this ass kickin' Grand Theft Auto 5 killin' Trevor’s the last mission So...I was listenin' to some music today and I was like, "This beat hits, this bassline cracks." I'm pacin' 'round, thinkin' how I'mma say my raps I tried to let Charron hear it like, "You got Spotify? OK, f**k it, take my jack." He damn near jumped out his skin and all I said was, "This new K-Shine slaps!" Billy Pistolz! Billy Pistolz! Stop cappin', dork You know what you would do if you heard Glocks blastin', sport? You're autistic - you'd stick your fingers in your eardrums and rock back and forth! Funny sh*t! Funny sh*t... I said, just funny sh*t, just makin' people miss the old days Grind Time, that there's for you You lost in Detroit, but thinks he should be here? He's lyin', but OK, state your business - where's the dues? With them subpar, I'm 'bout to be up 2-0 I can Jersey and still embarrass dude Oh, I ain't one for runnin' back sh*t But sh*t, running back, Detroit Lion, makin' people miss, OK State, subpar lines, 2-0, jersey? This where I bury (Barry) you AYE! You remember you had that ex girl Laura? Y'all were like doves 'Til she f**ked that British rapper up in Canada...God, you were crushed It reminds me of Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of Nirvana, because A Shotty blew in her mouth and you thought it was Love But, but...you got a new girl Well, my personality's Swiss Army Way too much slick charm to chart Leave yo' b*t*h at one of my clique's parties, someone's tappin' like mixed martial arts I'm smooth as ever - I'll hit yo' b*t*h wit' a few quick smart remarks A couple lines later, she stoppin' at the hotel like Chris Farley's heart! I said- what!? Oh, oh, oh, you guys will love this! Arsonal Da Rebel vs. Charron - that's a throwback, broseph You said you were a Grape Street Crip and pulled a bandanna out Don't cap - own it Like, "The U.K. fans will love this - a white guy makin' fun of gang culture." Bro, that's potent That disrespect in (disrespectin') London for a Kodak moment So let me get this straight - makin' fun of- It's crazy So makin' fun of Crips is like a funny joke where you come from? Pullin' a bandanna out in England wasn't dumb, it was dumb-dumb Oh, it's a joke overseas Well, here, joke over C's and you're done-done Try that sh*t in the City of Angels and you're gonna become one It's Mr. Battle Rap himself! f**k you - you do this sh*t just to chase that high The SMACK Killer! You got a list of battle rappers you killed? I got a list of ones that saved my life Let me explain R.I.P. Mom, at 57, a shame, cancer had spread to her brain Kindergartener I had, fatal crash, car sped out its lane Former students I taught, shot before 17 came My sister gone at 32, off 'scripts the docs fed her for pain Battle rap for me was a way to get away...then I lose Caddy, Bender, PH A hard-knock life, they took my pops with an infection - insane The doctor made me an orphan, and he (Annie)- "No wordplay. Trevor, that's lame." I'm not gangster, but there ain't a block or street corner that scares me more than Memory Lane! Maybe- it's the last four Maybe I'm here for a reason! Justice for Charlie - they remember his name What doesn't kill you makes you stronger Maybe I'm better this way So if it's God's plan, this made me who I am When you link these events in each frame Then know it means that f**kin' much more to me defending a chain Everyone has an opinion The fans always trippin' Like, "When you gonna battle Dizaster?" When he gets Aktive's permission Without politics I can never be beat The best in Canada, I'm extendin' my streak While Pat's with SMACK flashin' his ass on Sesame Street We both lost 50K for you that's a year, for me that's a week You speak "Charron don’t get b*t*hes. He's a motherf**kin' geek." Now if I want seven digits I ask the teller to put the balance on the receipt Those that can’t do; teach What you bring to the table? f**k the Pythagorean Theorem, you can’t beat me with angles I bet he says, "I said yo!"...as he walks to his desk When they plagiarize? "You can’t copy respect" One kid thought he failed, it left Tommy upset You're like, "I didn't give you a 30. That's a 3-0. That's the best mark you can get." You grade sh*t, I get real paper The left? You gon' feel later This like a b*t*h that don't cook; a Deal breaker Murder's what I do turn him to a casualty I thirty people in the room b*t*h we're at capacity A motherf**kin' drunk this is how it has to be You’re such an Alkie and a Lush you set up Diz vs. Cassidy This guy's a drunk Crying on Facebook three time’s a month It's like his battle career, folds under pressure when Times get tough Yeah, he's always cryin' 'bout the sh*t and you really think that somethin' is better And he's doin' sh*t that'll harm me This whole battle right now, he was doin' some sh*t he was sayin' "Justice For Charlie" Well, your son has a lot of talent, I've seen all the impression he do He did an impression of Shaq, I saw one of Pepe Le Pew He's a talent, I love all the impression he do But his dad's a drunk, he's an impressionable dude Alcoholism's a disease, his genetics are screwed When he's at AA at 22 And Trevor Jr. introduces himself to the rest of the room Just remember he's technically doin' his best impression of you You said "battle rap is therapy" we've been with you You gotta seek help, ain't sh*t simple This teacher needs a shrink more than Ms. Frizzle He drinks days into nights I see the pain that he fights His son admires your skill, I don’t think your will will be an angle he likes The drank is his his vice You gotta check into rehab and take my advice I’ve seen way too many- look at me when I’m saving your life You stumble and enter pubs, another drunken December Pouring Jaeger to support your anger Sorry Player, you've been stuck on a Bender Your pops was a great man he’s one to remember Y'all were dealt a sh*tty hand, we don’t want you to struggle forever Your drinking is weighing on your son he’s bout to buckle from pressure The bottle numbs the pain and you can’t numb it forever All your father wants is to see his loved ones to do better We all want Justice For Charlie in the meantime do justice to Trevor That's it He talked about my son's impressions and I'm a bad dad This hate needs to stop Matter fact- Hold on, you talkin' And this hate needs to stop f**k that rebuttal And maybe you're right I paid for him to come to L.A. 'cause I wanted to see his way to the top So I am a drunk I wanted to see my best friend get a buzz, so I paid for his shot Real dad sh*t Real f**kin' dad sh*t! I said- oh! Hold my time Nick Cannon went on his own podcast and spoke his peace about Jews In the land of freedom of speech, they canceled him for speakin' his truth Whole cast was outraged Hitman tweeted for dude, Conceited did, too They offered Young Fly millions to take over and host, somethin' DC wouldn't do But you made jokes about it, and used his show and battles to hype up your dividends He gave you bragging rights You couldn't even defend his rights as a citizen? Cowardice! The net worth you brag about don't amount to sh*t You live off free speech - that's battle rap You've even joked about Jews and Auschwitz That man gave you everything, from the house you live to attention you've been showered with You made it off a Black man's labor and watched rich Whites crack the whip? Wear that rebel flag proud - it fits I said, every battle rapper with a pen should be booin' you tonight Usin' racist jokes from computers that you Googled from a site Newsflash: plagiarizing memes off the computer is a bite Now it makes sense - being a rip-off's something you choose to do in life Pat and Hollohan were like brothers, had a fallout It was rumored they would fight You never had a real friend! You can't imagine what that feud to them was like! And still he calls like, "Come to my side, Hollohan. Dude, that would be tight." But he didn't 'cause Hollohan was aka GOD and saw the Judas in the light! All these tragic current event lines he uses when he writes Talkin' 'bout Tech 9 and sexual abuse to get some hype? He had a classmate die in a car crash, battled his best friend, and used it out of spite! My father just died, and he plugged it in a bar like an illuminated LIGHT! WHAT!? I said, your persona is a LIE! Your character is fraudulent! You're so uncertain of who you are inside, you can't even bask in your accomplishments! You told Rone you're everything in battle rap, and made a list to go along with it You are everything in battle rap...that is f**king WRONG with it! From his fake gun with K-Shine, to a fake broad that he hit You scammed old people with fake heat you sold You're a fraud and a b*t*h! Billy Pistolz, reppin' that name himself This facade makes me sick! You Bodied yourself You even got your alter ego from a con (Kahn) with a Twist! But you have ability Took criticisms, fixed things willingly Adjusted setups, better and even iller schemes As far as technical battle rap, you're better than most, by a million leagues But you'll never get respect from any legend here that built the scene! It's 'cause you got no pain, struggle story, no heroism or villainy You're at your peak, but what's that amountin' (a mountain) to? It ain't worth a hill of beans 'Cause you're so insecure and fragile, emotionally, it's like you're still a teen! You say, "Look at me when I'm killing you!" But looking at you is killing me
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