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[Round 1: Charlie Clips] How the fuck is my swag off, fag sauce? When you called Rich Dolarz handsome twice? And was the only one who knew he played football his the pads off That means you'll go to a Lions game in a Viking helmet Wearing Jacksonville Jag draws and buy Old Navy shirts And call Calicoe over like, "Rip the tags off." You the 4th dirtiest nigga in battling, {points to Calicoe} You 3rd But got the nerve to tell niggas they swag off And it's been 5 battles straight and you have yet to take that hat off Now either Blind Fury is your barber, he zipped you and took the back off Or you have a hairline that'll make Lebron happy but piss Smack off You know what, fuck the jokes, I ain't got time for all the extra kidding So I don't wanna hear how you been hard Which one of y'all niggas got his SIM card? Cause his texts/Tec's is missing, not mine I got Mobs, throw that extra clip in You'll get Roc'd cause I let my K-Shine without Rex permission Aye Mook! He wanna be a Ruff Ryder Y'all should let this bitch take Eve's spot Knock his wig off, he'll get the same scalp Jada' and Styles P got I show up in Detroit with a gun that's big enough to take Sheek's spot So when it's shooting you better tell everybody in the D-Block Before I kill you with more lines like that, it's some real shit I gotta address X-Factor, the new old nigga, I'm sorry y'all but I'm not all that impressed Cause in order to be a champion you gotta defeat a champion Be ready to give and take a beat down And under no circumstance do you get scared And demand to go under three rounds Smack and Beasley called your phone, am I lying? And you was like, "I mean, I mean, I mean I'm not fearing shit, a fat bitch bungee cord snapped on Richie So I'm not scared and shit But it's just, it's Charlie Clips we're talking about And I need a whole lot of time to prepare and shit." You bitch ass nigga, you gotta be ready to give and take that contact Smack and Beasley should have a meeting and then jump you Cause going 3 rounds was in our contract But you begged to go one And then you asked if I can only rap for five minutes My reply, "Five minutes? Suck my dick! I rap until I'm finished!" They paid $100 per ticket, plus tax, everybody in here gotta be hating you But this ain't the first time you did some sucka shit X I been seen the fake in you DNA said let's battle, you said "no" Then when 2 weeks left you said, "I'm taking you." You made your 3 rounds, yeah, and you accepted the challenge I see the snake in you DNA only had two weeks to prepare You had a whole month, he was flaming you Cause you had to get the priorities theme From Quest McCody to even make it debatable You know how many niggas wanna battle me? How many niggas dream of killing Clips? I give you the fucking opportunity And you ask for one round, you fucking idiot! So for the fans that wanted you to kill me in three And was hoping to see your stock rise You subconsciously stabbed them in the back And for that, you will never be top five Now back to these bars...ain't you a reverend or some shit? So what you know about throwing that chrome on styling? Or your moms buying Idaho potatoes But you using them to put your chrome on silent No sound it's just...I let that chrome off smiling Cause when it ring he'll get the Tec's/text but never know it, like his phone on silent This is what you wanted nigga? You wanted me to be disrespectful Put my dick in your niece fish tank, dump the water on your nephew I Tsu Surf lock pick the door, like "errrr" show your family what that Tec do Send 'em all in the sky for cheap, my hammer Jet Blue Little message for you Detroit niggas that wanna get Clips Scope on, one eye open, but it ain't Slick Rick I don't wanna hear how y'all go in y'all Arsonal To grab Shotgun's until they click click Cause the only nigga that went to Arsonal for that Shotgun was Trick Trick Arsonal and Shotgun would probably knock you the fuck out So I don't wanna hear how you grip the Glock You bird ass nigga Since you a chicken I'd rather kill you using a chicken's pot Like you better roll if you don't pay me, I throw that Idaho on that .380 Them shots steam, send you to Heaven with hot wings Cause I mash potatoes for the gravy We feeling on your chicken's breasts but you in love with that old whore And you be snacking on her box but you don't know she a cold slaw You ain't nothing but an old chicken that Smack threw in some new grease Against a new beast that come with that biscuit, I'm like a two piece If I catch you in that drop, I throw that biscuit to your top You get your memory five Since you riding like John F, it's only right I get Kennedy fried You mentioning me in your blogs and your battles It's like you can't go a day without me So I called Ms. Cleo and she told me "Every ting you plan to say about me." He gon' be like, "I blame bloah again and soak him up like Shamwow again And make him suffer, how you plan to get a deal? You fat motherfucker You wore salmon pink against Ave Verb?" but I'm still good in the gutter See I'm a hustler So I wore salmon to let you know I was good with the butter He gon' be like, "You ain't got no haircut in your blogs How you expect to get your chicks wet? We always see you in Harlem, but never see you with the Dipset You got the image of a plumber That's the only way you giving bitches pipe And in ya battle with Verb you got more dislikes than likes." Now that's true, I do got more dislikes than likes, but that ain't shit to me My 2nd battle, got paid more than you and 10 other niggas that night, I made history You know how I'm that nigga? Cause in your last two battles you had to mention me You almost lost to Surf convincingly So I made you battle DNA and Rich Dolarz just to get to me Little nigga, how you expect to hold it down when you gon' correct me And tell me how Street Fighter 1 ain't never had a bonus round? It don't have a bonus round, see I be saucy when I say things So if I fuck up a Street Fighter line It must make you think that I play games But if you do wanna play games, let's just make sure it's all action A UFC type of game where it's kicking or all capping We can throw the gloves on, play Fight Night with all jabbing Cause if I throw a bullet you'll need a Raven's defense on All Madden You might wanna hit Clips cause these offense lines get you mad as hell But if I grip that hit stick, your helmet fly, you get a shit bag as well If I bare/bear arms, you better turn Devon Hester running fast as hell Or get this red circle in your head like Hines Ward in Madden 12 I am not a Game Boy And you blacker than a PSP, you never seen cash Your flow 16 bit, mine 32 that's why it seem fast Catch 'em while he sleep, PlayStation 3 on the way that beam flash Head shot, let his brains rest in his pillow, now that's a Dreamcast I'm the controller, I leave squares like you so dead So if X plan to try angles/triangles like Verb He'll get an L 2/too and have to battle O-Red Say it again? I said... I'm the controller, I leave squares like you so dead So if X plan to try angles/triangles like Verb He'll get an L 2/too and have to battle O-Red Speaking of my nigga O-Red, "manama, malala, manamama Mala malama, manamma, manama, malama, manamma Mama, manamama!" Now my niggas behind me is like "What the fuck was my man saying?" My bad it's only two niggas that can speak this language I'ma hit y'all with my translation...I said Lil' nigga you better get low as possible before I let that mag hit you ICU, your monitor on but your shit showing mad scribble Your soul leaving your body, cause that's what happens when a mag hit you So you brain dead, don't even know you travelling You Lebron when he crab dribble Now I done murdered you bar for bar and exposed you The crowd was applauding me nigga, but it's something I forgot to do Not the translation, I did the Lebron shit, now I remember I gotta address your priorities, nigga Two weeks ago I put you in my top 5 and like that I was in disbelief And had to take you right out of my top five Cause I found out that he a fucking thief Remember when he told DNA "You basic Get a face lift when that 8 spit Cause it'll blast and put DNA in a bag like a rape kid" Now at that time I was like "Woooo!" cause that line was certainly fresh But I realized you stole that from Dizaster Cause he said he told Swave Sevah "I'll put DNA in a box like a paternity test" DNA, paternity test, rape kid, we all watch Law & Order SVU That shit is the same my nigga So for you being black stealing punchlines from an Arab That makes you a lame my nigga Next time you wanna steal bars get some authority nigga I'm not trying to be funny I'm trying to help you with your...priorities, nigga! Or how 'bout when he told Rich Dolarz, "I run up in ya state property Properly, you ain't hot as me cause when it flash It'll put Rich Dolarz in a bag like a bank robbery," right? Now when I heard that I was like, "woooh!" cause that line was crazy then I realized you stole that from DNA cause he battled Rich and said "My shotgun will take Dolarz out like an ATM" Dolarz, ATM, bank robbery, we all seen Set It Off That shit is the same my nigga So for you being 40, stealing lines from a 20 year old That just makes you a lame my nigga The next time you wanna steal bars, just get some authority nigga I'm not trying to be funny, I'm trying to help you with your priorities nigga You fucking thief, you should end up dead in an alley like Raheem Since you don't know how to keep it real How do you ever expect to be Bishop if all you know a steal Just cause a nigga bar cold don't mean you should go rap it Just cause a nigga bar cold don't mean you should go and jack it/jacket So the next time you wanna steal bars, just get some authority nigga And I really freestyled those last 4 lines but I hoped they helped you with your priorities nigga Now this priority right here is some real shit that I gotta address I thought you was a great father, but the way you treat your son is a mess Remember when you wrote on Twitter how you be getting drunk And be getting saucy off the dark And you got so drunk that you lost your little son in the park? Or what about when you battled Amzilla And you said how you crazy and something wrong And how you'll punch your son in the face if he stare at you for too long You look like you get drunk Beat you son and then leave him with the neighbors Since you whipping your son ass, I"m whipping my son ass But doing your son ass a favor So the next time I hear you fucking with him Or you raise your hand to fucking hit him I'ma take a flight to Detroit Pistol whip you and have ACS come and get him So the next time you wanna beat him You call me to get the authority nigga Cause he's not yours no more, now he's my priority nigga I hope you got a whole new scheme when you go to battle me nigga Cause the priority shit is worn out now, it's time for reality nigga If you battled Nemesis when DNA had a tooth Then that means that was awhile ago You been under Miles and Marv Won for years And out of nowhere came Calicoe, you trying to be top 5 in battling You not even top three in your own city If they redid Bad Boy in Detroit, he'll be Biggie you'll be an old Diddy You had your chance to be Biggie, then Miles took on T-Rex You lost to Nemesis then got demoted to G-Dep That nigga Miles got destroyed by Loaded Lux We all seen the expression on you and your boss face So you did have your chance to be Biggie cause that night you lost Faith So I hope you go to do you thing when you go battle me nigga Cause if you lose tonight, JC will be over you by tomorrow And that's reality nigga You said Rich Dolarz got on a stanky Yankee I can't believe this is the same cat In two blogs and three battles I caught you wearing the same hat Type in QP versus B Magic he got on a black and purple Coogi sweater Looking aight, so I was like, "Yo my nigga getting his change better." Then I typed in "X-Factor Summer Madness recap" And the dirty nigga had on the same sweater Now for all my hustlers in the trap Y'all know wearing the same clothes twice ain't no thing But they zoomed in on his sneakers and his Air Max had no strings You wore the same sneakers, the same hat and the same stanky Coogi But I know you don't know no better Smack, lend him $250, buy a metro card, go to 14th and Main Tell 'em I sent you and put you in a Polo sweater Go burn that fucking Coogi the next time you come and battle me nigga Cause now they all know you dirty and that's reality nigga I'm glad you talking to me while I'm rapping So now I go this lil' tune that I'm hearing the same About how you ate Shooney the Rapper's ass From out of Queen Of The Ring You know what's funny? That's not even a joke, that shit is real fact You ate a bitch that got more bars than you, that shit is real wack I'm a freak myself, but under no circumstance do I feel that A man's tongue should hang in the same hood that [?] and Scott chill at So I know you gon' click and spray You probably got a rhyme for every different day I mean you eat ass, I'm pretty sure you got some shit to say I thought this nigga here You know what I fucked up, I forgot my damn line Sike! You must be out your damn mind! What do I look like choking? Tell this nigga that's not cool Get in a battle and go, "I fuck with the boy Surf" nigga I am not you So the next time you go choke when you battle me nigga Bizarre will never co-sign you again and that's reality nigga Now I want you to get on Twitter right, tell 'em how you killed me Tell a lie to those folks But you know what's gon' hurt you? When they watch this whole battle And realize I ain't ever crack a nose joke Time, nigga! Sike! I lied nigga! Listen', don't worry 'bout why I ain't do three Why you keep talking while I'm rapping? They wouldn't call you if they wanted to see they father rap My bars is crazy I make Detroit niggas have heart attacks Now I said sike, I lied nigga, your nose look like a field goal's good That shit is "this" wide nigga It look like you could take a deep breath and smell what's outside nigga If ya nose is that big, how could you tell your niggas, "Good looking?" Hold on see y'all niggas keep talking while I'm rapping In the hood I learned to slaughter this work He the first nigga that go on Phat Farm Nautica shirt Get Calicoe? I mean y'all told me that awhile ago Math said you ate Ms. Hustle pussy on her period Nah, I'm just joke, I'm just joking...I mean serious Now I'm to the hood where my troops control the block Cause I just fat bitch bungee cord Cut that shit short I got a Superbowl to watch [Round 1: X-Factor] I swear I'ma put an end to this bitch And he lied on 90% of that shit, and you know that right Ya fags off swag sauce You got a fat back, skinny legs with man breast that sag off With no bitch so Charlie Clips gotta rub a stick to blast off X-Factor versus DNA, shit, my bad, I mean Charlie Clips But I already off DNA using Charlie clip Since we all know DNA be on Charlie clip I give you a different way of looking at it See I run up on Charlie like, "What's popping?" Charlie Clip Up that 4-5th and snatch that ratchet off of Charlie hip Smack the shit out Charlie's lip, probably knock the tooth out him He spit it out, now we see DNA in Charlie Clips But that's only the half of it, now it's blood all over that ratchet So again, you'll see DNA on Charlie Clip I'm a motherfucking veteran, varsity, Letterman He all talk, Letterman, Verb, who let him in? I'm on every fucking top 5 list to every men On a list with the veterans, all niggas you're not better than Mook, Rex, Lux, Miles, Math, Solomon, all niggas that's ahead of him Fat gut chump, I give a fuck cause NY rank him like he so live You got 2 battles on camera, I had that in '05 Now add that there, imaginary deal with Cam' Fam' what? Chuck Philly so major? But you know me, fuck is you? I'm doing the favor NYC all I ask is y'all give a nigga props And if he say some shit that's hot and it's hot, then let it rock But if he say some shit that's not hot and y'all gas it and give it props The cameras never lie, so the fans gon' see it's not Now I"m not battling Charlie Clips because I think this nigga nice It's cause the fans got him hype and to me you just aight But I had a talk with my conscience in public, fuck it We was deep in, I'm reasoning with these mahfuckas Cars riding by, beeping, but see the talk I had with my conscience My conscience spoke a lil' knowledge That reasonable me said he was nice But the arrogant side said he was garbage Reasonable me: "X I ain't gon' lie, that boy Charlie Clips is nice And if you take that nigga light, he'll probably put an end to your night And you done came too far to be on top of this battle shit To battle Clips and not let that whole 'matic clip spit at average Clips I said, "You right" but before I could get a word out The asshole tapped me and said, "X can I please have my words now?" He said, "Man that nigga trash, that nigga butt, that nigga ass He couldn't see you if you lived in a crib in Time Square and it was glass You did legendary shit, killed DNA and bodied Rich Priorities nigga, that's a hit, how many round he had? Six And see three of which he battled a nigga that was sick But Tay took a two year break so he swung back and he didn't hit The other three in which he battled a nigga that had some shit But Verb didn't just battle Clips But like 3,000 fans that was riding this nigga's dick I said, "Shit, y'all both right, and take sides is kind of hard to So I'll take advice from both and show niggas I'm impartial I"ll give 'em bars like I'm 'bout to go 30 rounds with Marshall But still feel you don't deserve these small bars that I've [?] you Now bars I got 'em often, he been doing a lot of barking He must be high so it's only right he's taking an L for talking Jump in that 40 it's hearse day Your trunk that's where your skirt and your purse stay That .38 Special, a retard two years before his 40th birthday Clips is on that walk of fame, putting in a lot of hard work But be careful what you say out your mouth spitting them bars jerk Cause if it's beef and my niggas peep you in that car first They Dial us (Dallas) we come with them cal' boy (Cowboys) For thinking we candy I'll leave that Star burst I bet you 10 times outta 10 under your left titty stink And since you've waken, you've eaten 5 guys about 5 times Wendy's fries and a Big Mac I'm off the hip, two cans when I blow So if that's first one miss you Your kids will die from the cig' off the 2nd hand smoke Uh oh, I'm back on my shit again Clips done took that bait like a fisherman Reel 'em in, what's on my waist mean black can sing, Aunt Vivian You see Uncle Phil, I'm Fresh and the Prince of Michigan I told my killer Jeffrey I'll give you/U K's, now send him 10 Hit him from this waist to his neck You button then I'll bend ya men (Benjamin) You're not a man in my eyes, your vagina trying to play hard When that 4 on me, no sorority but I'll cap a/Kappa I'll ride through Harlem comfortable with them guys with me Charlie's nowhere in sight unless the bakery's giving pies for free But if you do see me, be easy giving that eye to me Because 16 from that Charger will bust, no Ryan Leaf I take the pound, run up on him, lay him down, face the ground I figure he ain't built so why would I waste a round? I say Conceited slow that down I take the pound, run up on him, lay him down, face the ground I figure he ain't built (belt) so why would I waste/waist a round/around You a fat nigga bugging, who ain't seen below his waist since a kid The first time he saw his toes he thought they was chicken nuggets Fat nigga start spazzing, damn near had a heart attack Cause he couldn't grab 'em I got bars, I got jokes, my stage presence is a gift I control that crowd beautifully I planned your eulogy for the fifth He tried to run and was open so I blew one through his shit And told the judge, "You aren't supposed to put bullets into clips" Start a show and I'll get to clapping Tonight it all ends, I'm 'bout to silence this nigga, Charlie Chaplin Leave that whip smoking til it's rolling, it'll look like the Marley's passing Run up on it, break the glass, clap half his back in Til his lap catches his abdomen and that whip slip and hit, crash and bend You the type to get mangled with them bars Fuck around and wanna tangle (tango) Well I'll send you Dancing With The Stars In that court singing, get carried/Carey'd when that Cannon go off Then I squirt until it earth, my seed planted in her jaws I be going HAM, up dumping, squeezing that pump Clips be going HAM, add bacon, cheese... No remorse I'll even slump his lil' cunt Let that fif' swisher, sheesh I had to be blunt From what I heard you be begging bitches to get off in they vagina But I also heard bitches is never on your tip cause it's tiny Just ask your whore, she love when slam her raw She told me when my Thing get rocked it's what I'm Fantastic 4/for Fuck this battling shit, you'll think that chrome was his clone The way I'll have Charlie battling Clips I'm usually mild mannered but act in this damn place I'll slap this man face til his jaw snap like blacks after a handshake I won't even put the heater to him Niggas start yapping to the coppers cause they'll be locked up Before the choppers get to squeezing through him Now I gotta skip town, a couple pounds I bet C'll do him Cause soon as I touchdown TD, Jakes, he'll be preaching to 'em I tried to listen to his album, Calicoe was like, "Why fam'?" I'ma keep it a buck and a half, it's trash, I ain't gon' lie fam' I said, "Fuck it" I even tried to listen to it fried then I played 2 and 5, damn near committed suicide I couldn't feel/fill this high I got that Shotty in, I'll let that Shotty spin And let his wig hold the whole clip like a Bobby pen My bottom bitch thick as a steak, boy stop that You saucy cause your A1 bitch couldn't top that I'm at my girls house watching battles I said, "Come here baby, this 'bout to be some shit." She said, "Ohh, Fatman Scoop?!" I said, "No, that's Charlie Clips" But anyway, that nigga there can spit Halfway in his third against Aye Verb That's when I witnessed some shit Now it was on some gay shit but he said Verb be on some gay shit And right after Verb say some gay shit, he licks his lips Now that's when I seen some gay shit But you said Verb lick his lips every time he say some gay shit And right in the middle of you talking 'bout all that gayness Charlie Clips turned around and licked his lips As y'all see I'm getting bored with this nigga But y'all know I wasn't gonna end it without addressing at least one of your priorities nigga Against Tay Roc - 200, against Verb - about 305 Nigga, that's growth at a rapid rate Easy on the cheeseburgers and chili cheese steaks These your niggas right? Y'all down to ride? Righter there letting that .380 fly Who gon' be down to right with helping this mahfucka stay alive? No that's real shit, I'm being honest, that' my word A You got no kids, you're not married, I know you want that in your old age But at the rate that you're going you'll probably die in your sleep by 38 High blood pressure by 31, diabetes by 33, congestive heart failure by 36 I'm saying you my mans and I'm just worried Clips But you been in the gym, I can tell you trying to get back Pull ups for your delts, couple dips for your las I'm backing you 100%, that's all I gotta say scrap But just remember just because you're ate fat you don't have to stay that Now soon you gon' walk in that spot and see cones with the ice cream Freshly baked German chocolate cake topped with the icing Now for you that's probably high torture my nigga But before you go make a slice and take a bite Think life and how got to live a lot more of it my nigga Now I'm not saying this to be funny Or try to wipe the floor with this nigga But I feel like this is real life and Clips it's priorities nigga When that mac buck duck you lil' fat gut fuck As y'all see I just spazzed on this nigga and y'all niggas know I just fat bitch bungee cord snapped on this nigga
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