[Round 1: Shotty Horroh]
They said Jerse won’t like me
There’s too much of a stretch in the slang
They’re gonna need Tsu Surf’s subtitles or lengthen the match
Just so heads can adapt
This was meant to be JC and Daylyt
But J said he’d retract ‘cos his schedule is packed
But I would battle Arsonal, Pat Stay, Ness Lee
And Ness over Math
I’m not asking you to like me, I’m expecting a chance
To earn respect as a man
And a backing cos now I battle for bigger cheques and in cash
I ain’t JC and no, I’m no less of a match
You’re gonna wish JC kept to his word and UW met his demands
Cos to get here, I had to face the bossman
And I made him bring the best in his class
So I hope you brought your wrestling match
And every single weapon you have
Listen, Day. Shoot at me and I’ll move at a quicker pace and slip away so the bullet ricochets and hits your face
Tissue scraped. Give your mouth that 50 shape
‘Fore your teeth chip and break
What I’m saying is if you leave that bulletin
It’ll follow back regardless of a Twitter page
You try to be different, but in a different way. So he inks his face to get views equivalent to Drizzy Drake
That YMCMB ‘em like Lil Wayne
I said that’s YMCMB ‘em like Lil Wayne
You think that’ll scare me? Big mistake
I'm not someone you can intimidate
I’m about to break Daylyt down into little rays
Day won’t get through me like a window pane and a lick of paint
You think he’s real
You will see a round posing like a picture frame
Every round rhyming, is a round lying like Simba’s mane
He got murdered by Skeleton, bodied by Interstate
Now me means you got killed by three whites like he O.D
When we give him yay and he didn’t pay
I seen him on King of the Dot, although we never met before
I’m thinking, “who’s he man?” oh, he’s the one that Skelly tore
Keep acting like a Power Ranger
And keep that mask on that head of yours
It won’t be enough, you need to bring your whole team together like Megazord
You’re just a novelty act. Someone to laugh at
He’s jumping around in some Enter the Dragon steez
In his blog showing his nasty feet
Dressed in those Karate gees' acting Japanese
Well he's either a genie, Oriental
Let's see what happens when I put this can to knees
He loves comic books but this is classic because the first issue we’ll have needs protection like a plastic sleeve
Pullit and get ready for this Magazine
He wants to look like a hero that’s why his face has got the ink in
Well listen, you Joker, I’m the Bane of your existence
You kick down [...]
Oh, you have no [...] Two-Face when you say you’re the Kingpin
You got green gobblin’ dicks
Let’s see what happens when your playing with a villain
Well I’ll catch him on a dark night and that large knife will put some Heath Ledger lacerations in his cheek and that’ll dent your pride DNA’s fascination with his teeth
I’m fucking you up!
I’m fucking you up! The whole club can see
Arsonal, he loves comics
So why’d you have a comic booked against a Marvell?
Well, I’ll let D see this ain’t just his league
[Round 1: Daylyt]
Alright. I need everybody to put on they thinking caps, everybody Thinking caps. Thinking caps, thinking caps alright
Class is in session
By a show of hands, who in here comprehend bars?
One, two…alright cool
By a show of hands who feel like it’s nothing for y’all to think?
One, two, three. Cool, alright cool
By a show of hands, who in here thirsting for that 2013 date?
One? Alright cool
Well I brought something for y’all to drink
They said we both can punch..nah
In a minute made
Shotty feel like it was gon be a horror flick
As soon as I dig my way in
For the niggas that don’t understand bars y’all better go…cool
Cos cos you ain’t finna understand shit I’m saying
Now pick a low amount of victories
That Android said 16-17 maybe
But it ain't gotta be a V-E-G to see that I’m clowning a chump
You still don’t get what I’m saying, son. Well you about to get found in the trunk. Ka
May-I, May I add up the fact that I can sell a fight?
They say I’m about to go ape-shit
Well I’m a calm that down after his tail get sliced
Freeze-up. For the people who feel like I didn’t just say the greatest thing
Well if you ever seen Dragon Ball Z that’ll be your favorite scheme
We got all night!
It’s pay day, but before I got some cents, I got some sense
I sensed something was fishy about this nigga
He give me that sea smell
Last battle, Ars said, you were bragging and boasting
Did you want to come aboard again? I said for sure
Only if it’s a free sale. Here’s something for y’all to see, world
I did this shit for free. Will he nap? Let the peeps tell
The last 2 battles I had under eye was bags like I didn’t sleep well
Check this out, let me rewind that, y’all wasn’t listening
Free, Willy, nap, sleep well
He, she, shemale, no misses, doubt fire?
Bullets go in your nanny mouth
When you see that four, rest in peace; it’s not Bambi house
I ain’t gotta say shit like I pull a swammy out
I laugh at these rappers I draw MACs
Leave your dogs flat, Parappa the Rapper
Your girl? I’ll actually slap her
Cos everytime I come around her, some shit seem wrong
She say ten niggas hit, she a whore, hell
She’s like a door-bell; she done had a million ding-dongs
You seem strong
But you couldn’t handle me shells if it was Team Obama They scream he polish, I scream he God bitch; yous Jesus mama
Wait. Peel. Time. Off this performance I should get a Grammy
Watch, I can smell victory, 50 cents
Welcome to the candy shop
Your life is like a sucker: you know, stick up
Candy rapper with a sweet round
No youse a faggot, a sucker, you take sticks up the ass
These candy rappers kinda sweet round
No youse a faggot, a sucker, this is a stick up
I can these rappers when I sweep round
No youse a faggot, a sucker, a nigga who takes sticks up the ass. But these candy rappers never had a sweet round
Keep down, keep down. This where the beat-down begins
Y’all gotta watch, he losing
It’s proven that all suckers get lolly-popped
I gotta watch, what I say around these type of clowns
They writing down: Tootsie pop Owls
Before you can count to three, these niggas bite your round
Put the rifle down. Scope on him. Rifle sound
Scope on it. I kill a parent b
Get on one knee and give his bitch a gold round
Will you marry me?
I said, apparantly, y’all didn’t know he was a rapist
How could you let a child touch him?
Please, bro he’s like an Air bud freethrow; youse a pedophile
Fuck him, I’ll let him down, like I ain’t hold my end of the bargain
Ok bro, with all that dissing
You’ll be missing somewhere in the world, with Carmen Sandiego
You’ll be a dead man. Ey yo!
With that being said, this cat so real
No more, win some and you lose some
The new slogan is: “To the Batmobile!”
[Round 2: Shotty Horroh]
So I’m a white guy, from England
And back home I’ve never owned a sig
Real talk, I’d be a phony prick if I started rhyming about the chrome I grip
But that’s back home. You ever heard the saying “when in Rome, do as the Romans did”
Well I’m in New Jersey, as soon as I got off the plane I told Arsonal to bring me a loaded fifth just so I could hold the bitch
(I did as well, honestly, I didn’t know what to do with it but I did)
Cos this is New Jersey, all over the globe this place is known for some loco shit
I could kill you right now, fly home, and no-one would even know I did
(I could though. I really could. No-one would know. No-one would know. I could get off)
I’ll say this part really slow, cos I know you’re slow as shit. I’ll spring into action, jump you and bounce, and no evidence from the po gon’ stick
I’m no gangsta. But if I was I wouldn’t be rapping, motherfucker!
It’d be everybody dead. Your neighbours and your pets
Your family would suffer
Philadelphia in one hand. Kansas in the other. What’s that? Two Tech 9’s collabing with eachother!
(yeah yeah! we got all night! We got all night! He gon’ get this work!. Big up Jerse yeah.’yeah, yeah’)
Other than an accent and race and stupid tat on your face, what makes us any different?
All the government are killing all the poor people. It isn’t about the shade of your skin or the nation you live in
Google “Manchester”. You’ll see about the gun raising the killings and how people are using grenades on their victims
It’s not just the States, the jailing system is major business
I’m here representing the ghettos you neglected to say existed
There is a difference, cos I have the integrity not to diss your baby kid or any of your relatives you may of laid to rip
That’s some shaky shit. I wouldn’t compromise my morals to take a win that’s for you shady kids
Cos if I can’t beat you by describing you, it must be my day to quit
Cos real talk, Daylyt, you’ve been doing some crazy shit
(he has aswell)
You fuckin’ grabbed a shotgun, put a camera on, and then got naked..shit
I don’t wanna go online and see a heavily armed naked rapper
I saw that and wanted to ban Day vids. Call me David Banner
Then I saw a blog of him saying he’s gonna slap one of T-Rex’ boys cos he’s getting crazy with the grabbing and its gay and he’s a faggot
But hes the one who put out a solo naked male video to mostly male demographic
Tryna gain a little of traffic, cos he’s the rapper no-one mentioned
And when a thirsty bitch gets no attention, they ends up over-stressing and go and get it by doing a blog holding a loaded weapon to some broken smoke detectors
Just tryna gain a little traffic… just tryna gain a little traffic cos he’s the rapper no-one mentioned
..and fucking going against me, You know I’ve got that loaded weapon
And listen, I don’t care if I fucked my bars up
Cos you got a fucking stupid tat on your face
You can get smacked in a way
Shown up dressing like philistine
I’ll fucking light up this square like Billy Jean
I mean, some said I wasn’t gonna show up
But that’s what the talk was about
Cos I’ll show up to the showdown to show off
When the show’s on for all of the crowd
Fuck it, time, round 2. Fuck it
[Round 2: Daylyt]
Mook. Rex. Dan. We about to go Diamond when you add the Roc with Shine
They added me into the mob cos they notice my grind
Now I’m a lowercase “I” just a Dot with lines
You feeling a little optimistic. Prime example, you still a truck on E gas
That’s why I don’t feel these niggas
You’ll get split in half, god. Thinking that you back undefeated
I’ma kill these niggas. I’m half-God. I’m Achilles niggas
I don’t feel these niggas when the war’s in. force in, leg-shot
Kill a kid if it hit a boy shin. Skateboarders who want to
Yo, I said. Skateboarders who want. Two. Will get rib stick
I’ll give you a leg-around. Skip-it
I’m two steps ahead with lines, drunk driving test, I’m hard
How can Black fry Day when my lines the best by far
You must done lost your marbles, saying I’m not a hard floor
I show no sympathy, this is a big titty victory, something we can brawl for
You better go Home, ‘less you wanna be a bum in a box- card-board
And you know I got the fours: Star Wars
I bucket neck-head. My guns ain’t got no clothes on
I blow domes out of space
E.T I pack the fo’, holmes
This for my holmes. I’m a beast. Gotta watch
Off my presence, it’s a wrap, feliz
Navidas, Dot! This is telekinesis fellas, realize it
How many times I gotta show a nigga
I’m an animal, feel my wrath. Stop acting like you don’t know a nigga
If my foes scandal, the fo scandal, scope on it. The fo scanned all when I explode
Cans though, it’s exploding candles
Get tore in half, like the rest of your show was cancelled
After, I rest him, I show cans so, any nigga feel like they free. I’ll emancipate him
You feel you it. I’ll kill a clown. You’ll get a round like transportation
Patience, look how I spit tools. He’ll be a patient
In a hospital. I’m pasting. How I spit too is just so Amazing Grace nigga
It ain’t about race, nigga. It’s about a race
If we race then I’ll erase niggas
You just the middle of my body-bag. Trash. Another waste nigga
Dead, get your head, astro-naughts. You’ll be an outer-space nigga
Laid out flat. Y’all see how I’m hurting these chumps
Chrome slugs, bone-thugs. You wouldn’t Wake Up Wake Up if it was the first of the month
You gon’ need lady love for these rapping divas
Cos these niggas flow suck- they vacuum cleaners
Bring vaccinations- cos Dog’s type sick
And y’all my victims, Mike Vick ain’t got nothing to do with this
You not familiar with skill? Then I’ll show you who it is, it’s me
Every year I get a contract to break apartment. They always wanna lease a G
To put me in front of a tall nigga to dance. I’ll treat em like France
I’m leaning towers who want a Pisa me
You capisci me? Come take a piece with me
The piece with me. You either give me a break. Give me a break, we break off a piece of niggas head when we Kit Kats
Big rats play Chuck-E-Cheese. That just mean I got killer toys smiling
They like the violence. You sleeping on me, that’s bonkers. Crocodile Hunter ain’t seen this type of wildin
You’ll be a dead man. Eyy Yo!
With that being said, this cat’s so real
Y’all know the slogan- one, one, one, two, three… TO THE BATMOBILE!
[Round 3: Shotty horroh]
So I didn’t write a fucking third verse…I’m lying I wrote a fucking third verse
(Shotty puts on a balaclava)
Machete cuts, sever stuff
Leave you nothing but flesh and blood like my second cuz
Now we’re both wearing a mask to protect the mug, in case the detective look
But I can tell you ain’t killer. Real military never forget the gloves
(Shotty puts on black gloves)
Real killer never forget the gloves. Oh, you’re militia
Well you can catch a rebel [?] that’ll level huts and leave you dead in mud next to head and gut
Leg and foot. 21 gun salute. Weapons up
Body looking sloppy in the coffin so they kept it shut
You ain't a soldier, when I’m around keep your medal tucked, I’ll get it took
Medics rush. Body infected with septic pus. That’s dead enough
But 20 trucks infiltrate the place while your resting up just to cut the extension plug, connect it up
To what it is, I gave you that last breath you took
Cos this is- Guerrilla war. Mission to kill em ‘all!
Bullets’ll be flying from the window to the wall
Two teams flanking him. Pistols in the paws
C4 backpacks sticking to the doors
SAY IT AGAIN? SHALL I SAY IT AGAIN? SHALL I SAY THAT SHIT AGAIN?
Cos this is- Guerrilla war. Mission to kill em ‘all!
Bullets’ll be flying from the window to the wall
Two teams flanking him. Pistols in the paws
C4 explosive packs sticking to the door
You can die as a soldier, finish as a corpse
If you’re living you’ll be hearing “mission is abort”
Fuck this mask! (Shotty takes off the mask) These gloves (Shotty takes off the gloves and puts his hand on Daylyt's shoulder), and all the fucking faggoty gay whispering aside!
I want them to know I killed you Daylyt, so I’m leaving these fingerprints behind
Before Dot Mob, nobody gave a fuck about your battle bars
You had to join because you had an average start and apparently gaining your own fans is hard
So think before you do a blog tryna embarrass them talking about grabbing ass
Cos without that T-Rex behind you you wouldn’t be moving anywhere like that fucking T Rex in Jurassic Park
Fucking… Those tats and scars don’t detract from the fact of how whack you are
You can fucking go to your bedroom and do a fucking dress in Mr Miyagi’s garms and pretend your in a Mr Miyagi spar
It won’t be enough. You can shake your head but you look like a faggot, rah
Listen, I’m a spiteful bastard
I don’t give a fuck if Daylyt shows up looking like Michael Jackson
Yeah, I’m British
(Time)
No, not time. I’m British
I came to rap. I came to rap. I want everyone at the back, the sides, and the front witness
You’ll see a white winter day like a good Christmas
But lets go back to JC, cos you stay talking. J didn’t want to get overcrossing with lines, so that’s jaywalking
That’s fine for him cos he get paid for it. It’s a fine for you because you have to pay for it
Cos there’s nothing on my mind over the raining on Day, I’m brainstorming!
I mean, yeah, I’m British. I thought you’d have some more intricate shit to spit
Like I’m not saying Day’s light or Day dreaming if he thinks that it’s a win
I brought some more intricate shit for him because its difficult when you’re from England and its tricky fitting in
For instance, I don’t do drive-bys, I take my knife, stick him in the whip
Then hang him out the window when I’m doing 60 on the strip just to make him whistle in the wind
[Round 3: Daylyt]
There’s a lot of niggas in the crowd with their face like … damn, we ain’t know he spit
That’s cool, I’m cool. I tell em I’m just getting big, well
I’m Moby Dick. Now I got some English ass to kick
I’ll be euro stepping on some Ginobli shit
Soon as they coin toss me, It was Frosty the Snowman - these three rounds finna be cold as shit
Shit. what you thought I wasn’t gon raw on this main stage? You lyin' homie Them three angles was nice…keep tryin’ homie
You wouldn’t be at my peak if you was spying on me
That bullshit, they buying phony
Look how Kwik-E-Mart, I boo niggas
You didn’t know I sneeze on Africans? Atchoo niggas!
I shoot niggas with MKs, forearms. You copy? I’m Goro. If I let the 8 off
You will not see tomorrow. First option is: I went a whole lot of tops
Quit it, Y’all dolphins
Second option is: stomach shot. You can get your rib hit like a frog talking
Coffins lying bruck. Beef scarred. Will we be hard, no VR but you seem troopers
We attack with shells. Kill me? Cool, all my kids coming back with shells
I’m King Koopa
I said, these new buts think battling me was the wisest suggestion
I will tap a chin like I’m asking a Chinese a question
I said, they question my status, that is weird
You don’t see I’m thugging out this stratosphere
Fear me, lad I’m a street boy
This battle like a kiloid; I’ll make sure you hear the bag
See where I grew up, for colouring they book niggas
That’s just a day on in Watts, you know, for niggas who feel they cray, on in a box you go
You’ll get found in a lake or stretch. Remember men, your power meter getting low, Shotty
Just one more punch and it’s game over
I’ll put Shotty in a box like a new shotgun. FINISH HIM!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all about to see black buried, damn I’m bold
What I write right down, X a square. Damn, I’m cold
Your life fairytale, Captain Hook, Peter Pan
These big head kids think they fly. Til they get Capped in hooks like Peter Pan
Nine of your boys got big head? I will cap ten hooks like Peter Pan
Take of your hat, before I give your cap ten hooks like Peter Pan
You a Family Guy, say you a Captain? Who? them Peter pants
Hold your bladder, before you get capped and hooked and pee your pants
You’ll get your Captain hooked like Peter Pan
He can’t take the loss, he’ll get capped and hooked like Peter Pan
Now I’m off to the woods, My camp tent hooked like Peter Pan
I wish a nigga would come to my camp tent, he’ll get hooked like Peter Pan
Coming for when your niggas would roll up, but I cap tints, who? I’m Peter Pan
Don’t block, cos when shield lift up, they wood, so you can still get caps and hooks. I’m Peter Pan
Now, you see where we’ve gone. We’ve gone, leave your wig on, I wig on niggas like a transvestite
Someone put a wig on this nigga, he look like a transvestite
Rex, remember that mack in the back of the Ac?
Well, my act was acting right, so I sit in my Ac and write
Like acc you right, I’m too accurate
Ask a nigga. I'll axe a nigga, no accident. But My axe'll dent a nigga, and then I ask for dinner nigga, then these niggas brought me breakfast like I asked for denny's, nigga
I said, Rex, remember that mack in the back of the Ac?
Well, my act ain’t acting right, so I sit in my Ac and write
Like acc you right, I’m too accurate
Ask a nigga. I'll axe a nigga, no accident
But My axe'll dent a nigga, and then I ask for Denny’s nigga, then these niggas brought me Denny's, nigga. Then these niggas got stripes like a bean bag
But I’ll be the bigger person, you crying for the win? You can have it, T
See how I got these niggas feelings hurting. Who feel as if I’m hurting them?
Like when did I lose, no? I really got the win, did I lose? No
I’m stretched out, long winded, am I loose? No
We different breeds, He thought the window was loose. No
I win dough and lose like the window was lose. No
A whole lot of Sesame Street niggas. What’s today? Monday
No, I got the burner so it’s tools-day
I start airing, it’s winds-day
I bring the goons. It’s hundred and thurs-day
You just got cooked, it's Friday
Bullets putting your girl on her ass, it’s sat-her-day
He thought he was gonna son, day
Man, you gotta stop handing me these weak niggas
Now, with that being said, this cat’s so real
Y’all know, you win some and you.. no, not that one
Y’all know the slogan, this, No
You win some, and you lose some
Y’all know the slogan- to the… no
You win some and you lose some, but you live to-
Y’all know the slogan, you ready: to the, no!
Y’all know the slogan, you win some and you lose some: To the Batmobile!
