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[Round 1: Shotgun Suge] I’m all in his house with the cal in hand, this heat tucked My homie gon throw him over a high tower for thinkin he street tough If he got a strap, he got it for nothing, he Officer Sweet Chuck You look and smell like police I should make you kiss the curb and bite down Cuz this ain’t a battle, this a justice for Mike Brown But why shoot em? When I can smack him til he change red Hella kicks to his rain head, his eyes open but he brain dead This .45 stretched him, no Pilates These headshots make niggas forget how to use they body I leave em there waiting to get picked all up They like “Suge why you pickin on this white boy?” Y’all must’ve forgot, these crackas picked on us Slave ships they rented on us, slave trades they handed us up We ain’t land on Plymouth Rock, motherfucker… (Plymouth Rock landed on us) I beat up chumps with this devin’ right So jump! White boy and get bust like pressure pipes I show em how with black hustle the white, that’s Wesley Snipes I smack the shit outta Charron if he come incorrect Smack called me to take his check I tombstone Charron and won’t break a sweat Cuz beefin with me make niggas wanna fake they death You honky motherfuckers be killin blacks, that’s incorrect I’ll march down ya block, 100 muslims, I am Malcolm X I’m True to my Religion, no J-Hova, I’m at his front door (?) You ready to meet your creator? Allah waitin I kidnap your daughter to sell her body, don’t get her taken That go for you, ya wifey, and ya boo, don’t get her Taken too I got a gun connect, I be mailing the chrome I find out where ya mother leave when I trail her (trailer) home You trailer trash cheapskate, you don’t even pee straight This .40 big as hell, this kick don’t got a release date Y’all must’ve forgot, I grab heat and blaze fire And make niggas tap that mac like Jay Tyler I know y’all want more, that’s the end of the round South that, get em the fuck outta here [Round 1: Charron] We were supposed to battle in Toronto It was about to be legendary But he dodged so I had to get here for him getting buried He called himself Malcolm X Like if you come to Smack, Charron, it'll be extra scary Are you Malcolm X? Then I'm the one down to kill him Any means necessary See he wants to tap my pockets cause I'm clowning emcees But wait, it's because I'm skinny, that's why you tap my pockets You think I'm allowed to get teased So wait, he's looking for some money? You're just a clown that's obese Here's ten bucks, buy some fucking chicken nuggets And a quarter pounder with cheese I would be amazed if he'd put up a good fight Chris Brown's VMAs; I'm fucking up Suge' night You're tight with Tsunami, think he popping the tool? I bet they're screaming "tsunami" when you hop in the pool You wanna bully a cracker, oh you thought you were cool? This is Columbine; a white boy taking shotgun to school Who's wacker than Suge? I don't have an answer I wanted Surf or Red, not their back-up dancer I wrote a two-minute round but this match don't matter I'm just wasting 40 bars like Jaz the Rapper This battle isn't judged but the fans will remember DJ Premier; when I lay a beatdown I'll put a scratch on your record Beasley hates you, he called me and had a temper Like, "Kill Suge, he ate all Pop-Tarts last September" You must be high to think you'll be back, the answer's never This an intervention – they want you off Smack forever It will be a total slaughter when they first record this Hollow vers' Budden I can beat this average Joe with my worst performance When Suge gets booked for battles, the fans get 3-0'd He does this for a pay-check and chokes, not with me though I do this for the culture, I ain't got a ego I'll catch a body for five dollars like Slaughter Rico You dissed Proof for attention cause you soft and feeble He tells racist jokes and pocket checks cause his bars ain't lethal You fronting like a street fighter but you're not my equal You're green of envy like Blanka Cause you're only good for shocking people What is it about Proof that make you say "fuck that guy!" If the proof is in the pudding you should love that guy If he was running his mouth about the D then he's gone You backed off like a bitch and Ars nearly got beat on The thing about shotguns is they're placed here... But it seems wrong, cause this Shotgun never gave his boys a shoulder they could lean on They said I want do well on Smack, only with white crowds I got a gun so small I'm holding it right now Boom-blocka, boom-blacka... You told Swave you'd shoot his grandma, you're a poser I do your grandma Godfather style cause Corey's bolder You better pray with a [...] I'll point a can at him and Michael Corleone her I'll wait till you have wings like a Jordan poster Then peace out after you die like an organ donor Looking like Marvwon and a half... check it, did y'all see? He used to battle at fat camp, loser got molested by Tall T It's round 1, I got a bag I need to fill By the third round you'll be begging me to chill Suge owns a record label, this pen game is dead ill You're on death row Cause you're behind these bars just waiting to get killed [Round 2: Shotgun Suge] Sugar tits, sugar cookies, Suge Knight, yo them Suge flips don’t apply Cuz it’ll hurt his soul if a black man let em die So you better watch your mouth before I wash it out Like what’s that Grape Street shit you was blogging bout? How you took my spot talkin a bunch of shit I’m bout everything that come with this, I got jumped for this I been lurkin, day and night, and months for this I come from this, I even throw opposite’s in the trunk for this Nigga what?! Nigga what?! I bust my gun for this I took a father from his son for this So don’t you ever in your stupid ass life Talk about something you don’t know Cuz where I’m from that’s an automatic headshot, that’s how it go I’ll pull a Mossberg 5 on a rapper These pellets ain’t Tuna how it spread on a cracker This water too deep, you need lead work He tried to dive in, I wet him head first I kill a rat, the exterminator, it clap then burn a hater This white boy be lying on his dick, the Shermanator If he did get pussy he’d be paying to give her more Cuz you look like the 40 year old virgin, when he was 24 I seen Charron sitting on a crate, he looked up, I looked down I said “you like your coke raw or cooked up?” He said “I smoke hard so my dome go wheels” I said “oh, trills, cuz we serve coke like home cooked meals” Let’s get one thing straight nigga, don’t think cuz you a nerd I won’t take a razorblade across your face and it’s rusty Let’s get another thing straight, add it up It’s gon be a Dizaster if you touch me Let’s get another thing straight, I got a .38, it pack 6 but let 3 clap Let’s get another thing straight, aye Smack, setup Shine for that rematch Southdat [Round 2: Charron] He called me the Sherminator, hah... I ain't surprised he did it You only watched that movie cause the word "pie" was in it You do features for a hundred bucks, what a broke ho I came here by myself but you're the one whose dough low I'd collab on a song with this hopeless loser Just to kill him on a track like Tony Stewart Your whole crew cut since I'm prim and proper White boy leave Jersey inside out like the Clippers' roster Think it's a tame fight till you're hit with a straight right Eye will be fucking puffy; Daylyt You're tight with Surf and Ars so you're labeled as a threat No one respects you for who you are, you just made it off connects It's funny your name is Jim cause if we'd base it off respect Being spotted with your set is the only way you got a rep Turn Jimmy to Jimmy Hoffa - where did this guy go? Are you a Christian? Bail from this Canadian psycho If Jim carry a mask, it's a movie that I know They'll see Jimmy falling off after tonight show I know who'll play the bully today I would've killed you in Toronto or have you ghost in L.A We could've battled on Gladiator school, you'd be floating away If we did this in front of Snoop I'd have Jimmy bones on display I'm suburban, God forgive me Clean cut if Jim beam up like a shot of whisky You forgot your lines against Collector Now they brought you cause of pity You haven't been seen since you choked on Bill; Monica Lewinsky "Jim" is short for James, and you stay phony You're fat and washed up in the ring; James Toney The fans want you gone, I'm killing this James slowly Take his head off on cam to get with a James Foley Homie, I'll kill your whole crew, put up a mean wager I'll strip your block off cheddar if your cheese greater Look at me! Look at me when I'm killing you!!! I am on top; Speed Racer Death is what you earn, I'm a cremator You claim you sold drugs since a teenager The last time you pushed a QP you apologized to Qleen Paper I know dudes that'll front you bricks if you need paper But they'll pop up if you ain't pushing keys like a screen savor I brought enough caskets for your whole scene to fit I'll show up to your funeral, make the preacher dip Matching suits with your crew till your team equipped When I tail your gangs you'll get left by a rose On some Khalifa shit! [Round 3: Shotgun Suge] If Charron show any type disrespect, I’ma spit in his face Push his head in his neck, I heard you the type not to follow rules and shit Well you know I’m handy with tools and shit I take the soul/sole out like the shoes don’t fit But fuck that, I step in house like “where the killers?” Nah? I hit white boy’s family with the pounds like Where the Millers? You fuckin Canadians is just like the rest, that’s how I feel This shit for Trayvon, this for the real I ate skittles in ya face nigga, hoodie on cuz I’m strapped for real Call this a hate crime, shit gon make the news in the daytime I let it rain, man it bang like Kemp on the baseline I put something hot in his hat, atomic, this shit be shooting flames A comet, when it blast you better be Gary Peyton fast or Super Sonic When that banana clip then split You like you bout to lose yourself, you better get a grip Fuck you nervous or something? You smell like piss and shit What ya life like nigga? I rise and shine before the sun do What ya life like nigga? Getting chased by the cops with nowhere to run to What ya life like nigga? Size 12 with a 13 cuz the snub don’t fit in the Timbs What ya life like? Big and black, can’t get a job cuz of the color of ya skin What ya life like? I wanted to play ball but I was forced to track What ya life like? When you was playing golf I was tokin crack But you up here spittin like somebody believe you You wanna rap nigga … I NEED to! So you up here rappin’ trying to get a check? Aye Smack! He gon get smacked trying to copy respect Fuck outta here white boy! [Round 3: Charron] Since it’s round 3 I guess y’all expect me to do a flip Remember when he said he’ll take out the sole just like the shoe don’t fit Well guess what? Real talk, I am the great one I kill em with free’s/freeze like SubZero Don’t think we’re the same son, why you talking right now? You’re saying for me to finish him, well he’s lame son For me to finish him I’ll just take out his soul like Shang Tsung When I announced I’m battling Shotgun Sugar Tits I apologized after on Twitter Cuz I begged off Arsonal and had him for dinner I killed the most viewed, this ain’t a match to consider You don’t beat the game on expert then go back on beginner Where’s my Don Demarco? Did people catch this? If K-Shine was in my corner he’d be squeezing asses You just bully people, easy tactics I’m sick enough to buy Mayweather reading glasses We were supposed to battle in Toronto but he needed practice So I had to school em later on like evening classes See that rhyme, it’s quite nice And what was he saying man? The whole round he was like saying I’m quite white And he was saying what is your life like Well you wanna know what my life’s like? What you know about people laughing when you say you rap? So you have to lie What you know about introducing yourself to Norbes But he thinks you’re the camera guy You don’t, we live different lives, that’s real cracker shit What do you know about having to meet your girlfriend… online What you know about hearing that the party starts at 7 And you show up... on time That’s real cracker shit What you know about people pushing your books And you getting bullied by the kids in the hall What you know about your girl dumping you for black dude Cuz your dick was too small That’s real cracker shit! Against Hollyhood you reenacted Juice, that stuff was raw But on Q I’ll get Bishop to rush you dog You told Smack “I’m not your son” ,you can’t claim me, something’s wrong He was almost your father, but the lineup was too fuckin long He’s like you’re crazy “You know the first time you said that I was kinda trippin right But guess what, I am crazy right, know what else? I don’t give a fuck” I don’t give a fuck about ya man, I don’t give a fuck if you battle me I don’t give a fuck about Suge or washed up rappers like Cassidy... Pow! They’re tellin me I’m over our time, they saying I’m all over time boy They haven’t seen you since you battled Bill Collector it’s been awhile boy The whole time he called me racist, but I got the crowd on my side boy So how’s it feel? You got 3-0’d by a white boy!
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