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[Round 1: Charron] The two most believable in battle rap, it's for the streets to see They shoulda told him, "Yo Gotti you can’t see him G (CMG)" You won’t make it past the first round the clip sponsored by B.E.T On TV you were actually killed Yo Rex for 25K he’ll lose a battle for real See I was the B.E.T. champ, our pockets are different DNA took 25 away from you; wrongful conviction But he's the most believable, I believe all your lyrics "You ever got so high, you killed someone and forgot you did it?" I can relate, you’ve got my respect I keep killing people on SMACK and the culture forgets If he kills me they'll be like, "A. Ward, he did your teammate bad" If I kill him, they're like, "It's not URL. We ain’t mad." That's the biggest cop out of this culture since DJ Vlad Shave grams, runners know to count it out My circle keeps traffic movin', I'll show you what this round about Pounds come out Date night's over but the flowers out Ya whole block outside with candles, they had to lie to your daughter that the powers out Pop off I’m invading man's turf On God I think later snap first Pistols clappini' and singin' for like four hours, they finally brought me to a black church It’s different with my bars I’m random the style's hard It's a breeze to take him out with the Tom' since I'm a Wild Card All that plug talk where you stash the cocoa, that’s a nono This Nut's all cap with his cane ('caine); Planters logo It's just jail that and jail this with stale flips Toss his body in the forest turn this Nut into trail mix Straight Outta Compton I can tell he’s worthy Word to Jerry he felt this 30 Word to NWA, white boy managed to do you Hella dirty I get bread L.O.M. they think it’s Louie inside the threads I make the fit different; OJ off his arthritis meds I set the bar at Escobar Antisocial, only interact with my debit card Outta state but we gettin' far Being a Canadian battler is extra hard This could turn to a brief case (briefcase) on the road; Jetsons car Go and grip that medal It’s caskets over classics I’m with that shevel Son's (suns) trying to kill you; Super Mario quicksand level I done knocked off Rum; bootlegger Have this bitch's career in ruins; Tomb Raider Pistolz with that room shaker, suit tailored It’s really Billy under the mask; blue ranger Give me a penny and I'll make him a headline, that’s what I’ll do later Give me a cent and I'll (sentinal) have him in the local news paper Split his melon in twp I give a fuck skin tones white I lit up so many blocks made Akon's Crypto spike Flip O's, have your whole zip code hype Haven’t seen grams this loud since bingo night You’d pass on a charge with a key and a wire, you Ben Franklin with those kites The biggest snitch that Skid Row hypes Ain’t no one wanna see your ass in L.A. courts you live that Lizzo life Got a shell for money, live that Flintstones life I came out punchin' in Florida; Kimbo Slice If you spit jokes about skin tone at a kid so white They'll be rushin' (Russian) doctors in the ring; Klitschko fight Send him to God since Geechi's on the rise When it’s real you don’t need to repeat in ya lines They say I ain’t top tier and they believe in all those lies Look at me when I’m killin' you so I can see it in ya eyes [Round 1: Geechi Gotti] We got the SMACK Killer versus a SMACK nigga, I hope the fans happy Bitch, you finna get beat to the white meat like a Klan rally The can's clap him, better get it straight I lick a (liquor) shot then draw, this a Sip & Paint This nigga fake, I really shoot people Big gun, I control the Eagle like a zoo keeper If you ain't strapped, my nigga it's too late A lot of bodies drop when the Desert Storm, it ain't a Clue tape I catch him on a date, I'm creepin' low so I don't alert him Finna do him dirty Rose up, gave him and his boo K's (bouquets), just thought he needed his flowers early I ain't tryin' to hurt him, but he asked for this I just gave his bitch a couple shells to see how much can his miss take (mistake)? It was an accident You better ask the Crips I'm really gang business .40 with the 30, it's an age difference The thang spittin' He don't even know what the straps for Back shot his disc dropped, it's on all platforms I brought a MAC for him He don't even know what to do with that, the Ruger clap He came for me and end up gettin' Danny Myers, that's a bald head through (threw) his cap Stupid facts, the ruler's back Rag tied like Rambo The gun bbbblllt it sound like when a fan blow Mini drum, shit look like a banjo Yo a fan bro, but real shit- Hold up man, you horrible wit' it I'll slap this nigga, y'all gon' see him haulin' quick Y'all gon' see a comic book on screen like a Marvel flick I'm wit' all the shit Spark ya shit You a fuckin' loser I take ya top off and give you wings like you work at Hooters Nigga you'se a loser Yeah nigga the pound's liftin', buck on his dome, it's a scalp ticket Now I'm trippin' Get hit wit' the weapon, stick in his mouth, I'm temperature checkin' I'm big in my section To beat me, you gon' need Cochran brother Real shit, I'll kill the bitch that had you, nigga I ain't stutter Code word was "Grandpa" (What's that mean?) I'll pop ya mother But look I'm done with that scrap, y'all can have fun with these raps I'm a gangbanger, I got bodies outside the ring like a Lumberjack Match Nigga, where I'm from you can't slack Cause when it's real, y'all can tell, you can see it in they eyes It's yo' turn see if you can make niggas believe them lies Nigga time [Round 2: Charron] I lied you’re the most believable...done some awful things Illmac said, "When I call my shooter." and you said, "My phone rings." So you’re a shooter for a guy that’s a midget? The only thing shorter than IIlmac is your time spent in prison So how does this work? He just calls your number? Like, "You ready Geech?" "I got you Mustard" You poppin' the heater for Caustic and Peter? That's how y'all get to singin'? My shit is crazier than what Gotti is bringin' When I call my shooter the line's busy- [Mackk Myron] Because I'm already ringin' [Charron] You went light on Ward didn’t prepare hard I’ll make you pay for that fuckin' shit; swear jar Against Marino you said, "you not an essay (ese), you a paragraph", that shit was horrendous You don't know shit about paragraphs you can’t even finish a sentence Every line's 'bout how you're grippin' the weapon, the Smith & the Wesson, the shit is depressin' Tracy Mcgrady, came from Toronto but won in Orlando cause I (eye) go in a different direction We breathe different these emcees different You gang bang I’m rich our G’s different I’m stacked, you’re a rat, our cheese different You’re a Crip with no vision we see (C) different It's a Cold War, the freeze (frees) different You air a Smith (Aerosmith) I 'Dream' different I got the personals, the rebuttals, we scheme different You sell hair I mix in bundles of shit, we weave different Your material's based on your homie's dying, you're a crappy friend His mom calls him like, "Your cousin got killed." He's like, "Let me grab a pen They gon' love this on Summer Madness 10." I know you seen some shit that’s so ugly Champion Of The Year, profitin' off the death of your own buddies Bitch you ain’t a battle rapper you’re a Go Fund Me Plus you indict yourself on every word, you gettin' served He like, "You ever shot someone...behind a Walmart...in Inglewood....on December third? Yeah the one off Inglewood and 12th Shoutout to Jimmy for the help." Geechi Gotti strengths include: Believability, and snitching on himself Cops interrogating him like, "Jason tell us where’s the bodies at." "You wanna know where I buried John and Jack after I shot them at the laundrymat And tossed the strap? Than bitch start watching SMACK." Because of you, L.A.P.D. bought the app Doing a year sentence in a week, that’s not how being a G works Snitchin' isn’t cool, do your research He done dropped more names than DNA's B.E.T. verse You not street you gon' snitch You cop pleas and bullshit White boy eatin' this rat I’m Tom Green in Road Trip How is your crew called "The Mafia" when you promote your violence? .... I'm not chokin', I'm just teachin' 'em their number one rule, the Code of silence Stop rappin' about your homies the police booked Had the streets shook Your against Corey Christopher Charron I don’t have the G look You’re bars have no effect on me; Mr. Deed’s foot You think you winnin' this time you ain’t getting this paper This Crips out his mind; Professors Xavier Comin' against me without the shit talkin' They say, "White boys don't have rhythm", you won’t see this Crip walkin' I killed Ars', Suge’ and Gotti no shit talkin' I can go through three C's in (seasons) a day; I'm binge watchin' Grip a few Canadian Killer got some shit for you Kawhi Leonard, let it ring in Toronto and you can get a clip or (Clipper) two You wanna go against me? But I don't think you really good Your best line was about a lumberjack, yeah I wish he would (wood) I don't think that Geech' tight You tryin' to go against me with your rounds you tryin' to rewrite This Crip'll take more hits than a fiend's pipe Yeah, he'll catch a 30 piece then blew (blue) all over the wall like these L.E.D. lights You wanna go against me? I don't think that you're really sick And watch how I switch on Gotti Oh yeah you rebuttals I’ll drop the whole Clip on Gotti Sammy The Bull It's all over once I flip on Gotti Man you ain't real you just a subpar actor In life there's three promisesL death, taxes, and Charron killing a gun bar rapper SMACK Killer [Round 2: Geechi Gotti] Aye that shit was a cool round, I'm like, "Aight fam'." That nigga Mackk battled A. Ward Had a whole round about slavery and then he came up here and started workin' for the white man {imitating Charron} "You wanna hear about Glocks and straps and how you poppin' caps? Then bitch start watchin' SMACK" You wanna hear about niggas who ain't never been on the block, rappin' 'bout things they ain't never did on the block? Keep watchin' King Of The Dot You know what I'm about Big guns, this Cannon will put Charron in a cast that ain't Wild 'N Out Llamas out, posted outside ya mama's house Finna shoot you until the gun don't spit, it got cotton mouth Head honcho, kill a nigga pronto Knock him down, then I'm over the body with the arms out like a poncho Last battle here, I caught a body on cilantro He was rappin' his heart out I was still smokin' his zapatos Barack Obama (bombin') ya shit Get it right dude, that just mean I got a black .44 under a white roof I'm tight too I'm finna kill Charron for nothin' Pistol whip, got his tissue hangin' off his nose like he's got a cold or somethin' You ain't really known for thuggin' You the joke type, I'm the loc type You right, I'm from the hood, all niggas, only the cops and coke white I'm here to smoke white, on some Pookie shit Ruger clip, too legit His his face and fuck his features like, you need to check who you doin' music with Nigga, let ask you a question: how much coke do you sniff? Seriously I know you be like with the powder on the plate like, "Who's is this?" You and ya man's tryin' to remember ya lines like movie scripts Nigga you'se a dope fiend, you finna get exposed It's easy to have lines off the top when they comin' through the nose Nigga you know how the story goes Y'all can believe it or not but all the bumps this nigga takin', no wonder he the King Of The Dot I'm the cream of the crop Fuck ya bitch, nut in her hair, you know, cream in her crop The dope boys love you The dope boys be beginnin' to love you, they say you be bringin' a lot Once they be finished cookin' in the kitchen you be cleanin' the pot But check this out my nigga, for real you fake But see we real, the streets real You ever been poor (pour) and then poor (pour) again like a refill? You can't imagine that, we really had to scrap You up here because you privledged and you got a couple of bars We tryin' to make it out the hood my nigga we really had to rap See imagine that, a nigga right here that's a coke fiend that's tryin' to tell me I need to get off of SMACK? But this is how y'all niggas like to promote these bums This nigga's a fuckin' weirdo I was gonna freestyle about this goofy ass shit that you wear though I know whatchu gon' say like, "Oh yeah man, you battled A. Ward and he really talked to you." But that's where we the same cause nigga you lost to him too And when it's real, you can tell, you can see it in they eyes Nigga yo' turn see if you can make niggas believe them lies Nigga time [Round 3: Charron] Yo Clips, you just gonna let him do them Wild N Out bars? You think I ain't gonna rebuttal them stats? I mean, why you tryin' to come against me with a gun that'll blast This the other Nick show, so when I'm singin' you gon' have to guess who's under the mask See, he gon' put me in a cast, but he's mad that we made it, that's a fact He's just mad we the only people that made the shit out of here in battle rap He wants to be on Wild 'N Out too with us, when we killin' shit, that's a fact I mean Clips he can't make, you my boy, but not after that Nick Cannon track The .9 squeezin' The shit fired...like me on Wild 'N Out next season You tryin' to do that shit? Well I'll run that C'mon man you ain't doin' this shit I really run that I don't care where the fuckin' drugs at You tryin' to go against me like, "Where the guns at?" You tryin' to intimidate me? Where the slugs at? You bump me? Herpes, I bump back 2020, I'm here to get paid You couldn't defeat (da feet) me if you cut off my left leg I'm jokin', I just wanted to spit the first defeat (da feet) bar of the decade Every Fucking- if he dies he dies I got kinds of lines So many punches Gecchi looking for a tree he can hide behind I saw the beginning of the video, you was walkin' in with Hanz They say you're smart for leavin' I'll say you’re a coward for not warnin' your mans You're gonna let Hanz walk into that? Oh that's what a G do? "Oh, but he's on papers that’s a street move." What does hiding behind a tree do? Does it erase your record? Do the cops not magically see you? And this is respected by the fans? He like, "Guess what I hid behind. Every. Fuckin'. Branch." Aye man, leavin' ya mans behind, this ain't a new structure You ain't gonna do that, you better show the loyalty to your Blue brothers We can see (C) with Hanz (hands) he showed his true colors And I can’t respect it It ain't right you left Hanz (hands), you ain't ambidextrous "Oh, but he such a G. Geechi Gotti don't fuck with me." When I go to the trunk it’s for a glizzy When you go to the trunk it’s of a tree Leaving our mans behind that’s what we doing Gotti? This a stupid hommy If you was real you would've kept an eye out for Hanz (hands); Illuminati But you disloyal all you do is bail How you gonna ditch King Of The Dot for SMACK even J-Pro got you outta jail? Facts SMACK lookin' to sign him J-Pro's a lawyer, cops looked to indite him King Of The Dot helped him escape those bars only for me to put you behind them Every line's how you grab a .40 or clap a .40 I get it's wordplay, but you're a father The only 40 that matters is your birthday You want your son gangbangin'? Don't raise him in the worst way The only time he should lash out with an extension is Bring Your Kid To Work Day We live different lives we have different mothers Mean when it's black and white, fuck our different colors I battled on beats you battled on streets, we're different gunners You Rolling 60, I’m dropping 30, we do different numbers You Nutty Blocc, let 100 drop Ain’t a plan you can out smart I’ll have these Nuts in a barrel; Randy from South Park But on Crip, you spell everything with two C’s, you hit a fork in the road Even your obituary has two C's; killed by Corey Charron You gang bangin' without a realization Think of the picture that Nipsey painted He wanted B’s and C’s together; alliteration You in and out of every station You can’t be optimistic with your situation The glass is always half empty when you can only see your son through visitation You in and out of jail, he may not make it again Look who's co-hostin', even in battles you can't stay away from the Pen You Champion Of The Year? Not again, I’ll make all that end Martin Lawrence, put an end to Blue Streak once I'm droppin' gems That’s crazy! You know what else rhymes with "That's crazy?" You out here liking half naked pictures of Bhad Bhabie That's a fact It says, "16" in her bio, this ain't a joke You out here liking youngins? That’s why they out here callin' you Baby Loc Aye, we ain't out here doin' it this year, it ain't time When you see me 2020; great rhymes When you see him 2020: Dateline You'se a pervert, a straight up creep Like, what would happen the day you meet? You walk into her house and hear, "Mr. Gotti. Take a seat." Oh you thought she was 18, we don’t believe in all there lies When they’re born in 2003 you can see it in their eyes The irony Cops come in, he tries to flee {walkie talkie} "Mr. Gotti. We can see you behind the tree." I put that on Dr. Phil, he had to bounce like that Leavin' Bhad Bhaiey's house like that Until the cops "cash you outside, how 'bout that?" I mean if she is too young to remember Limewire, you can't lock her down She did the Decade Challenge her first pic was an ultrasound And you out here tryin' to hit her up for drinks? Like it'll be a fun time? Bro, her ID is faker than my gun lines Fuckin' Crip Kelly, that’s how much of a Predator you are Playin' like bouncers wouldn’t let her in...Every Fucking Bar Focus on your music, the shit's mean You barely put out a project, you have a sick team Hangin' out with Tech 9’s the last time you banged out a 16 You and Tech hangin' near the playground, near the kiddie slide Like, "This third grader's more developed. Bigga 9" See, they're mad at my Tech 9 jokes, they say get a better style If this makes you mad, why would you defend a man that would molest a child? And real talk, if this makes you mad then stop being fans of pedophiles You ain't real, you just a subpar actor In life there's three promises: death, taxes and Charron killin' a gun bar rapper Let's get it [Round 3: Geechi Gotti] Bhad Bhabie, Bhad Bhabie, Bhad Bhabie, fuck that bitch, I don't know why I liked that pic' But the 16 in yo' face, let's see if you gon' like that shit Now you right, J-Pro did put some money towards my bail that's real facts But, as you see, a couple months later nigga, I still went back So, you know, that was good lookin' out but... For real, good looks But after he put that money on my bail that was the last time, he ain't do nothin', he didn't put no money on my books But back didn't you say some shit about the trees and the trunk. let me tell you about that Yeah you say I left Hanz, but I wish he was here but I don't even need a voucher Why don't you ask Hanz, I'm the nigga standin' right there when we went back in to get his sister cause he said he couldn't leave without her Why don't you ask Jakkboy- man, should I continue? You can ask Jakkboy, when Smack walked outside we the nigga that walked him back in the venue See, believe none of what you hear and only half of what you see Cause all these niggas see me and talk about the tree But, they never told you 'bout how I didn't leave Nick Cannon beefs, candy bars, Kit-Kats Y'all niggas wit' that? That shit wack I wouldn't use Holla for help if I was bein' kidnapped Big strap Gauge on me, this shit wild I don't know who to shoot, the 12 undecided, it's a mistrial You ain't been the same since Shine slapped you I'll let a .9 clap you Matter of fact this AK will make the floor shake Street nigga, I took all my bitches on court dates This nigga right here text me, Shine slapped you Nitty poked you in ya motherfuckin' forehead See battle rap done really put you through some shit But see, what y'all don't know is This nigga is the reason for my career and why it's movin' quick For real, this nigga helped me a lot He's the reason why I'm not in the streets and why I'm doin' this He's the inspiration for my whole slogan cause nigga you'se a bitch! Fuckin' cornball You only here cause we let you be These whiteboys ain't seasoned but always want the recipe I'm tired of it These niggas wanna copy the format Easy kill You only welcomed to the crib cause you a doormat Your boy wack, but I can see the sucka in you The gun'll hit you One shot will have his head nod I'm a Crip, I should fuck y'all up cause y'all always on the Red Squad The lead pop, on some rocket shit The Nina out, small talk, I'm just poppin' shit You see these Glock's and shit? Extendos lookin' like moppin' sticks On Compton Crip, a headshot will have stitches laced to the top like boxin' kicks Now I'm convinced, you knew not to fuck with me You should've left me alone When you seen me on King Of The Dot versus Saynt, you know I did him wrong So this time, I'ma have yo' mama suckin' my dick with yo' battle on the screen Just to see which one of us gonna be the first to come (cum) off the dome Then the beef on I'll Shawn Michaels superkick ya mama with cleets on Beat the shit outcha granny 'til her teeth gone And sit her at the table and feed her a T-bone Yeah, just like bruh, real raw, authentic Told ya bitch don't suck my dick if she ain't usin' the balls wit' it You all gimmicks But on some real shit If you went to jail like I did, you would've came home wearin' lipstick I can't wait 'til ya mama text me tonight, I'ma send her a dick pic' All these niggas that battled you, they always tried to punk you But see I"ma do the opposite I'ma kill you with some confidence You really like one of the nicest niggas on this earth Charron Nah for real That's for real dammit I mean, the way you had your head like this for that Shine slap is a real talent But you like a real faggot, you know what I'm sayin'? For real, cause nobody could take a mark out the way that you do I seen you standin' there ready to shit on yourself but somehow you still didn't boo boo But that's what makes you you Cause you got every reason to be the "first school shooter" in battle rap But you always show up to marked out some more, it's amazing how you handle that For real like, it's crazy like, cause to me, y'all can laugh at that But I think this nigga's a goon Really (Why's that?) Because he's even the corniest white boy in the building and that's crazy cause we even got A. Ward in the room And when it's real, y'all can see it in they eyes It's yo' turn, see if you can make niggas believe them lies Nigga time