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[Round 1: PoRich] I wanna thank y'all for coming to the show today Much like the Batman premier, you'll be blown away Now I want all my haters to just wait a sec' I know after the 2 on 2 you were filled with pain, regret Thinking Saurus and 'Mac were the greatest threat Til me and Diaz crushed them fakes and left You consoled each other like, "Don't worry, he's facing Sketch." Then I grabbed the chain and made him play the bench "Well, he's gotta lose cause PH is next." But choking is something you can't contest Y'all think I'm part of some ancient pagan sect A conspiracy, that blaming me for Ronald Regan's death But when you realize I have a legit claim as best Maybe then you'll finally know where to place your bets And that's why acceptance is my favorite step Now I'm not here to hear your Darth Vader breath Everything you say's a mess Y'all don't take offense, you wouldn't give a fuck if I stomped your noisy neighbor pet It's the same thing Don't play the bench, help me throw the body in the pool or we can blame the vet Now watch this sadist flay his chest Blood dripping down his back, it'll make him wet Anything can happen when I take my checks You might stumble, choke, faint from stress Anything can happen when I take my checks You might slip on a banana peel and break yo' neck Anything can happen when I take my checks One bear claw cave his chest, the razor's edge where his veins connect Dizaster's the name you used to gain respect But I won nine straight battles boy I came correct And this is victory number 10, now your name is X Now how you making shots to be the face of death Hand picking minor leaguers, taking baby steps Boy, who'd you face to get this main event? The kids in kangaroo country? Muscles's glasses? Canibus? Megadeaf? Acting like you house leagues but really just play select And that's why you'll never make a rep It looks like Gonzo's mom's nose You look left and I'll and Alfonso's bong bro My dick like Jon Snow's longbow And It's Not Unusual like Tom Jones to find me in your mom's home And what do I do? What do you think? Fuck her 'til the vag' falls out then leave that cunt in the sink She got that pussy with the sardine scent Bitch'll show you more face than Harvey Dent Trust me, you want no part of it She on the floor, throat gargling Bitch got them Bruce Wayne knees, no cartilage So you wanna clash with 'Po? I'm the League Of Shadow's bro Now your back is broke Then I jack your cash, now the bat is broke The Bane of your existence, you don't have a hope When I climb out this hole, you can't have the rope You just set up, punchlines, chaperon Don't believe me? Ask Charron You couldn't get a murder here with a pack of crows Sunny day I'm Bluejays way time to crack your dome When I'm done, all they'll find is a bag of bones How apropos It's high tide, high time to let the Kraken go Shit you never seen, like backpacking through the Galapagos Or the Kung Fu Panda dragon scroll And you wanna clash with 'Po I'll grab ya hoe, put it through her legs like Bajio Wait nine months and drop off a stack of Milton Bradley doe What's up with how you rapping bro? It's like watching Aladdin go through a massive stroke You're a faggot though [?] light 'em up, Kim Mitchell on the patio Clicking and flashing, Mac photo You can't judge me, Mad promo Think it's an underlying issue how I got keys beside my drink Like the Mad logo But one day we all have to go And when I die, I want to be stuffed and left in a permanent reaction pose Now let's get predictable You sound middle school by principle You're such a simple dude, what's gotten into you? I'm visceral A passion that burns, I savagely worked, you never ran after the perps Only asked for the perks, now watch your se- Now watch your - aaww fuck You never ran after the perps Only asked for the perks Now watch your capital worth go from apples to worms I get action with words when I ask it or slur Bang your mom on your bed of nails, "Oooh these mattresses hurt." She's a bitty I can mess with, left the girl breathless Then unload a pearl necklace Now my phone ringing, "Yeah I'm hoe hitting." Got it going overhead like Jerome Simpson I'm making mad movements cash ruling Hitting faggots with hadoukens for looking like Bas Rutten and Rasputin That's stupid This a battle you losing I'm here to rule forever like Vladamir Putin Now more on the grand you get put in for having input when you shouldn't Piece to my wood chain, I know y'all thought it bothered me It's like a stiff chick on top of me Watch, one slice, give him a quick lobotomy Drop him six feet coffin deep Leave the chain on his tombstone, it's that Rich mahogany Now back to me hitting your mommy D I keep that cougar in the car, I'm Ricky Bobby D You little heja hermaphrodite You wanna have a fight? Y'all better hold him back tonight Or you're gonna lose one of your boys like Mix Master Mike [Round 1: Dizaster] This motherfucker just looked at my homie from Scarborough and said I'd better hold him back tonight The moment you made that statement they almost already stabbed you twice Listen you faggot hoe, you said something about me like when Aladdin goes But I'd rather be like Aladdin than look like a little midget Leonardo DiCaprio Aye listen, and you said something about Bajio And your permanent victory dancing pose Actually looked like a faggot pose You know what rhymes with "PoRich"? "Short bitch" You're only 4'6" You look for goldfish, maybe even swordfish Maybe even blowfish Or maybe even, maybe even, maybe even no fish You call yourself PoRich, deep dick in your bitch is your slogan But I don't see what the point is You get sloppy drunk you don't even know what intercourse is The last time you had sex on the beach you finished in four sips I mean, dig deep in your bitch Now that's funny that you dig deep in your bitch Because when he goes in so does The Saurus True story, sorry bro Your bitch gave my broham dome with no hands like a cordless And if it was me I would be smashing the whole chick Then I'm cracking her whole rib You wanna talk about mattresses I'll fuck her til the mattress is torn and the vaginal hole rips I'll beat that pussy down til the point she pulls out a notepad and she forfeits They be like, "Damn Dizaster. That is some cold shit." The bitch looked like Natalie Portman so I smashed her with my hammer like Thor did Yeah, fame supported your ass through this whole shit But don't think for a moment that you're actually dope Rich Haven't you noticed? You're the only one that hehe reacts to your own jokes Rich It's like someone did surgery on your upper half and removed your four ribs So you know Marilyn Manson would both click because both of you are widely known for sucking your own dick No shit He fuck with me and he'll get his fucking throat slit From fucking lobe to lobe with a four inch fro pick Next time you go to do that fucking little annoying voice switch Where he goes from a little white boy to a pirate on a ghost ship Fuck PoRich You little pussy He's from Whitby He chills with hippies With his crackhead mom that billies Hey, picture them, picture them at home Picture on the stove cold supper Running facet outline the gloomy background Rust wrapped around the old cupboards He's in Whitby in the north suburbs Where the territory's marked by the gang leaders The coyotes and the roadrunners Your ex Vanessa is a known fluffer She was raised by close minded white folks trapped away in Whitby away from dick until her souls suffered That's why when she finally got out to the real world she even let 'Saurus fuck her Yeah, I'll fucking dig deep in your bitch too but I won't touch her I'll just fly through the windows and open the closed shutters And drag your baby across the sky like Viggo from Ghostbusters Next morning you'l see me upload video Footage of me in a liquor store killing your poor mother This shit will feel like you living the beginning scene from Four Brothers Nights get froze, it gets cold where Po hovers Nights froze, homes covered Nights drop no under 400 below And all your fucking homies that own Hummers Because all the four runners get stuck in the snow I mean, in Whitby, the cats in Whitby are born hustlers For real y'all they're so gutter I bet his parents literally make their own butter A bunch of crackheads at home to broken homes and tow truckers Where everyone in your neighborhood either looks like Dirtbag Dan or Joe Cutter Yeah, your mother Is a horse lover And I don't mean she loves horses I mean she would literally let a horse fuck her Your population is so low in your area code that your phone number...is only four numbers "Didn't wanna clash with 'Po" "You don't wanna clash with 'Po" Ahh, on second thought, actually no You fucking little pussy I come up to your fucking door and ring the bell like ding dong First little skinny white bitch to answer the door I lift her up by her pink thong and drag her up the side of the building like King kong I know the way that I thinks wrong I'm mentally ill like Kim Jong When I'm pissed off everything in my way gets pissed on Even the TV and display I have no patience to sitcom So you, better, pray that whatever star that you wish on Or wave your magic witch wand Cause me letting you leave here with that chain still on Will be the same day you catch me playing ping pong while listening to a Jin song Hold on, I'm about to end it Your boy Diaz, is a little fucking midget that gets punked and picked on He reminds me of someone from back home, this kid Juan He used to trim lawns But dont you dare mention Islam Cause I'll uppercut you with that open burning fist palm The gun I got Might not be able to kill everybody you bring on But fuck it at least I'll make a Couple Retreat like Vince Vaughn Yo, you tried your whole life to- Your whole wi-your whole life nameless after trying to make it for this long So congratulations Rich, you're Finally Famous like Big Sean [Round 2: RichPo] This guy's calling me a hick, shit's just stupid and obscure Besides, you're just mad I bought your bitch the denim overalls and the boots with the spurs A battle with you ain't a test that I've been stressing All these people think I've stepped to a legend I see a bitch belly aching His intestines have failed But they don't really get it, see you're just energetic And every second every second line you spit is just some Eminem penmanship Or rebuttal it's evident, really pathetic shit Like confederates flying flags from antennas on Jetta whips Now you can call me your eminence This gentleman's generous I assume your presence is tentative as my assistant penciled this for the title and my defense of it You're long overdue to lose to a veteran A thousand bucks, you won't see a cent from this But I'm sure when you go back home his dad will sue for a settlement This is way beyond rhetoric, my win streak began in Genesis And goes until the final ending Diz' For now I'll let him live. to hear a sentiment about his flow About how you'll never be credited since you never invented it Just ripped it off of someone else's mouth like a dental strip [?] assembling I won't need the evidence Just don't lie, I seen a farmer do, I know the scent of shit You're a denizen, no special gift But on Twitter, he's [?] no idea where the autocorrection is So he's full of meaningless, pessimist messages with repetitive expletives But then he'll bitch up in person so it loses effectiveness You're a degenerate, a feminine The question is, are you seeing a specialist? Cause your lack of excellence has me feeling like excellent I'm not Canibus, you won't catch me surrendering Your biggest battle was with that crackhead and I bet you regretted it Now I'm back for revenge on some Vendetta shit I can't stand these fans these, Bambi's they're venison Who think you're trendsetting when you lack the impressiveness Where the fuck did you get this impression kids? Post performance peaks when the pressure hits I get electric and do this kite runner like Edison Your style's boring, bordering on the point of irrelevant "Oh I'm gonna predict a line with my telekinetic gifter Pick a multi and stretch it past the point of embellishment." Shut the fuck up! Either sell it or shelf it bitch You selfish bitch Crack this crab for the white meat You shell fish bitch I will beast mode championship belt this bitch You got no pen game and it's never contested Ain't y'all tired of hearing the same set ups and freestyles ever second? One more boring minute of this unimportant gimmick I'll travel back to '84 and drop your mom at the abortion clinic This ain't Scribble Jam, spontaneity don't make the scene What you make up is Maybelline, it's make believe You're nothing but basic schemes like ABC, it's lame and cheap, it's c'est la vie Y'all paid his fee, his plane was free, a place to sleep It makes me Earl (hurl) like Jason Lee Half the crowd just came to see if you wear that gay wristband made of anal beads You fuckin' weird ass You cried during police raids even when they don't throw tear gas You're not a terrorist with an A bomb Around your way the guns don't stay drawn No one on the block get's Trayvon'd You out in L.A. where it's sunny all day long You should face palm Your past ain't strong just cause you walk the dogs for Akon And water the plants when Drake's gone You've never had struggles to take on Your entire life sounds like a fuckin' Ma$e song "From the sand dunes, fly out to Cancun The weed coming from Vancou' with [?] Got the caviar out of Agraba Don't believe the kid, you can ask Jafar Got a hole in one to the branches pa Mom's backroom deals at the Zanzibar I went from chillin' in the womb to the silver spoon Now every room's like the Louvre or King Tut's tomb Each couch got you feeling like a beach house You can touch the sand when you put your feet out." See you had a crib, when you had a crib and you had all that And you had all that before you had a bib Way back you couldn't consider it Now you're lampin' with the genie and the wish is unlimited Court side seats to the Laker's game But if Beaver isn't there than it ain't the same He usually go the Louie V suit with me But I bought a DVD so that Gucci free Bitches be like "Who is he?" Soon to be on a losin' streak So I dust off the gators and you move your feet Tip tapping on these marble floors Live fly and die young it's what your carpet's for At the swap meet, getting what I bargained for Then I stopped in Santa Cruz for the art dejour Now who you know got the nice clothes and fast cars? Dizaster's parents Now who you know got a backyard in the backyard? Dizaster's parents Now who you know got a king's ransom on each arm? Dizaster's parents Now who you know got a helipad on the front lawn? Dizaster's parents You live at home? Shit me too! Why not? Free food, clean room, always there if your parent's need you I mean they shelter and feed you It's what you can at least do Nah I'm playin', I know you ain't made for that Besides, we all know you got a maid for that How can any of us relate to that? You even got Mad Illz to rake your grass On the condition you go back to Grind Time and make it last You should play like Wurdz and just take a Pass You be coming home like Puffy Combs At the table eating Honey Combs spittin' racial undertones Pretending you're in the Thunderdome This cat's past lame, I bet when you have bad days You lock yourself in the pantry where your fat black maid keeps the snack packs safe Don't deny it you damn liar it's true Fuck up this boy scout, camp fire your crew And since we couldn't get the guy from Swollen Members Eh, I guess this man child (Madchild) will do [Round 2: Dizaster] Ayo, those are some good, "you live with your parents" lines But you gotta throw all those tools out Cause guess what pussy? Unlike you I made it off of battle rappin' and I finally moved out So guess what? I don't live my parent dude I don't live my parents and you ain't ready for what I'm prepared to do Your skin texture is the same color of fucking carrot juice You and your fucking homeboys are a fuckin' pair of fruits With your fucking faggot ass homie lashed onto your back like a fuckin' parachute Yes, you're gonna fucking embarrass who? If you lived in U.S.A. you'd be such a stereotypical hick Aryan American fairy dude That the girl that you're married to That you been with since you were barely two and she's the same one your uncle Larry screwed Talkin' 'bout the least I can do for my parents But last week I gave my pops $3,000 and not even to borrow What you know about $3,000 if you had that you'd go blow it on a bottle You little pussy cause I will teach you about responsibility That here is mine cause I could give it authenticity No I'm serious dude, you should listen I'm serious, this is not even a battle We set you up nicely to ask you kindly before we remove you from this position See my friends here at King of The Dot have a future and a vision Without you up in it but before we remove you there's some rules and conditions First you figure out the formula for the solution mission Before you crown someone as "that dude" let's take a look at all the views he's getting How do you expect to expand Toronto as a movement and make a huge division When the dude representing you has his own show on Youtube and his show on Youtube only has two subscriptions I get it, you're trying to ruin your image I mean, look at his fucking social networking skills How the fuck are you speaking? You got 800 followers on Twitter I get 400 a week so I cover your career in two weekends Little short people like you they lose on the deep end Nights get cold, 40 below freezing The sky turns Grey I am a wolf, you are my prey, he's Liam Neeson Think about it Maybe have a drink around it And open your brain and let it sink around it You're looking at me like this fucking kid's astounding I'll fucking kill his ass I'll fucking back slap him, I'll prolly knock off his fucking fitted cap Talking bout Scribble Jam This ain't no, little midget plan That you think you have in your inner hand This is, two types of people in life One that catches the fish, the other catches the fisherman And one, hops on to the boat and literally snaps that fuckin' ship in half And sails back on the land using the upper piece of deck That's still in tact, by using it as, a swimmin' raft I fucking, survival of the instinct It's called survival of the instinct we rely on thinking fast I fucking click clack bam, hit your staff with bigger straps Then the ones big fat lesbian dyke bitches use to keep their plastic dick attached You getting stomped with a boulder You getting killed so badly your faggot ass homie felt like he had to start massaging your shoulders Yeah I'll smack you dude, I smack you dude And you getting killed and he's still clapping too This is hardcore Mixing the rage with freestyle that is a art form You, don't contribute to this bars form Your wings will not soar you are the hip-hop version of Concord Your bars, made out of cardboard You are a clone, like Star Wars Yeah, you get more than you all for Catch headshots while you're on tour Every single artery inside of your hearts torn Next time you get in a elevator shaft I hope half, of you, gets stuck in that large door Then it continues downward with your body just your head remains on the top floor That's the type of shit that I pray to God for Your body getting chopped up and mutilated and washing up somewhere off shore Or ran the fuck over with a Beamer or Benz or a Dodge Ford Or whatever automobile from Grand Theft Auto I need to earn me the top score Do you want more? I unwedge, so many fucking shells you feel like it's Mario Cart 4 I flip his wings like a conchord Body him underneath a golf course And slash your head off with your Jafar's sword Do you want more? (YEAH!) Well I don't got more You're a fuckin' joke What a waste of time face it Your basic rhymes will never take you to higher places Yeah you Playstation You on a final stage but I'm at a higher plane Already fighting with the guy that designed The Matrix How long before that thin little wire breaks And you decide to finally take off that chain Rich The idol is, the title is idleing around cause the guy that claims it Doesn't have the fire or desire, or the pride to make it a chain Worth fighting for That's why he's complacent And the value, of the title of the guy tryin' to embrace it Cannot get someone of a higher stage Then eventually come here and end up tryin' to take it Then that's when you know you need to find a replacement You die when the fire rages I strike like workers fightin' for higher wages White supremacist, supresacist white faces Stepford, design faces I said you find cases of shells from the nine on the side pavement And wake up in a hospital room surrounded by five patients Staring at each other sideways while being held up by spine braces I said I'll bike chase him, down the street and hang you upside down by your Nike laces And beat you down so bad the cops will catch me and arrest me for being a child rapist I'll make this whole place live and fucking vibrate like a live bassist I'll fucking pull your card while simultaneously slapping you in the face with five aces Knocking over your empty Canada Dry cases I got stamina, I got stamina you could never match up with my cadence Every step in my life, is like a battle with my patience Not to snap, and go postal like the white guy from rampage did I snap, then I bandage lids I backhand you, throw you off a man made bridge You fall, and on your way down, you crack eight ribs And when you fall you'll end up face flat like this mornings pancakes did Or, A-Class the pan face kid [Round 3: PoRich] He said he gave his dad $3,000 oh you must've been proud bitch He turned around your mom was like "He's finally payin' us back some of that allowance." Now don't mistake me bitch I'm the king, my name is Rich Watch me DNA this bitch I hate you bitch I will rape you bitch Tell the crowd your true story, Arcane you bitch He's mad right now, Pat Stay you bitch I will leave this venue right now, Drake you bitch Yeah I dissed that kid, put it behind you What's worse, having someone hate you and never sign you Or think you're amazin' and never sign you? See they said a battle with Dizaster is madness, with nothin' to base it on Just how fast that he's rapping It's like Slim Shady only lacking the passion but still hates his mom and thinks his dad is a faggot Break his legs watch him limp away Everything you spit is gay Your battle with Illmaculate was like watching Forrest Gump Shrimp and AIDS Someone asked me how this battle might go I said, "He's either gonna rap like a cyclone or psycho or Syco" He's just a giant nerd The same kind of perp who hides behind a skirts and gets fucked 'til his vagina hurts This guy's blowing up like a firework And soon his ashes will fall silently across the entire Earth Someone tell me what this tyrant's worth? Face it fag I'm Breaking Bad, my method works like Heisenberg These days [?] rap richer, the kid is a god figure becoming the top figure Feeling like the allies when they stomped Hitler Life ain't a promo, don't act like we all winners I'll knock you head on the wall fixture beside a bottle of malt liquor This faggots a ball licker You're still waiting on JumpOff to drop the stock pictures Of you Syanide trying to decide who's cock's bigger You and Jin have something in common, your taste for dog liver If that's what's in every one of your mom's dinners It's no wonder your pop's ticker won't last through a long winter He's all balmy, got that curry breath All close to me trying to play off the nervousness So close I can see his shirt is wet cause your furry chest Is shooting bursts of sweat drippin' from your turban head down your dirty neck It's perfect that your mom burka instead of a purple dress It helps to circumvent her pussy's murky scent While keeping her maturing breasts lactating and propped up like she pops a Percocet I'll rub my honky meat on those Islamic feet I'd be glad to hit it, had her in the sack in minutes From Iraq to my sack, now that's rags to Riches In high school the bullies would curb stomp and shove your ass in the Hurt Locker Is that what caused your down syndrome? Or was it too much halal chicken combined with the sound of loud bitchin' At every family event where you're surrounded by brown women? I think it's great you were raised by a religion that's all fiction No really, I roll up on him quotin' that shit like he don't know it's weird "So what's this holy gospel you're quotin' queer? The Koran? C'mon And who's this divine deity you think is so revered? Allah? Psst, I'll ah be over here." You better come with a Goku power up One line I hit this pound of flesh Send him back to selling Mt. Dew and [?] I don't know what kind of crack or chron' you're on But your style of rapping is not what they meant when they said, "Fasting for Ramadan." And the Muslim jokes have to happen Or he'd have nothin' to talk about when battle rappin' True story right? Fuck that middle eastern army Y'all are sweeter than a day at the beach with Barbie Or a pizza party with Aziz Ansari After they battle the king, they're never the same So may the best man win And you've never been to a weddin' in your life that wasn't arranged You're pathetic [?] you became westernized And let America infect your mind You're no Jihadist you fuckin' liar They strapped a bomb to your chest, you bitched out and cut the wires If you're really a carnivore who knows the art of war Then when you get over the boarder hit the closest Target store And work on your marksmen score What's a few more dead infidels on the New York Harbor shore? You got no fucking sense of cultural identity You'll never be certain When you die and get to pick your 70 virgins I bet not even 10 of 'em Persian HFK in the back like "What a rookie You'll always be a step behind me you Muslim pussy." And y'all shouldn't treat him like Jesus and allow him to win Just because his face resembles the shroud of Turin And wasn't he in The Mummy? Yeah dude I think so Remember they threw a cat at him He turned into sand and flew out the window I'm ready to brawl homo It's the leader of the dwarf lords Vers' the leader of the horse lords; Khal Drogo Y'all can say that he's strong but I ain't playing along I'm Tyrion Lannister, it's always brains over brawn Fuck this poor pretender The same guy who said, "All Canadians are faggots." Well guess what faggot; The north remembers You spent your life making different enemies It'll get this nerd shot I'm King Richard's Hennessy and you're barely a knight I dub thee Sir Rock (Ciroc) Like the vodka, P. Diddy, you owe me a check I always knew you'd battle Canibus one day Ever since that one night you started rappin' about UFO's vers' DNA Yeah, I saw that battle coming a mile away Just like the UFO you saw a mile away! Oh wait, you Ripped The Jacker, you ain't shit? Now you have some cult following on some doomsday tip? I guess that means people to drink the Kool-Aid with You should've asked for a better name Oh, another guy beat Canibus, so what? Some things never change Especially in Canada where we smoke Canibus (cannabis) everyday! Another dead American, I bury them in bulk And since you're all such good swimmers Do 'em like the Little Mermaid, Ariel (aerial) assault Long live the king! [Round 3: Dizaster] Oh Richie, oh little fucking midget Richie He's so anti American, so so arrogant Bare witness to a pair of fists to go bear fishin' I dare him to square off he's a scared chicken so I spare ribs Look, we can wear mittens take it there I give you the fear of whippin' But what's the merit in using your bare fists When I can shove a pair of scissors in your larynx And increase the air in it and put a tear in it per square inch These are, rare clips Blair Witch footage Il take you on a stair case like Zepplin beware rich This ain't about me and you tryna compare wits This is about me, and that fucking necklace you wear Rich This is about you, bein' a pussy Not bein' responsible enough to wear it Yeah, fuck what 'Po is telling me You wanna make me look like I'm the fucking anti-Canadian When really to this company, you're the enemy Your the one that holds this company back from moving forward as a corporate entity When you suppose to be the face of this movement And you bad mouth a globally known celebrity Like, "Drake, you shoulda totally mentioned me." Instead of keepin' composure, instead of keepin' composure like a real champ You just ran your mouth over and over endlessly You showed Organik you have no loyalty, no fidelity Your own perception of what taking course is what, warped you mentally Because you showed, you making motions that form from jealousy That's why I came here, to take the throne that was meant for me Cause real battle rappers keep the battle rappin' and emotions separately From the message boards disrespectin' me I never knew why you were so upset with me You little bitch, I feed you the lowest form of pedigree I will, go after ya, bust open your head with the chrome relentlessly And open up your dome like you know telepathy Toronto, is my destiny I'm comin' here, I'm passing the border know what? And if they deny me at the foreign embassy Then I'm gonna fucking force my entry like open sesame Fuck what fucking 'Po is telling me Hes been a lost soul his whole life, so let him be After I sock his ass in the skull, I'm gonna warp his memory And when he wakes up in the morning he won't remember me or his Born Identity You said I had to do some practicing on my marksmanship This fucking guy is retarded I'm already on my flying carpet And I've acquired my target Hey look everybody it's the fuckin' guy from Departed You wanna say I don't deserve a plane flight but I paid the cost to be the major boss You deserve the spot, I say you not The day I take a loss is the day you see Jin taking off his sacred cross You, sweeter than strawberry shortcake with apricots I kick your door down while you at the dinner table searing Salisbury steak with tatter tot Open up the door, bang, let the thang go off Bang bang bang, get your brain blown off It look like someone spilled Prego sauce all over your grandmothers table cloth Then I'll fucking grab you by your face, I'll grab you and drag your face across A custom made frame, made out of Vega's claws And run outside and rape your favorite dog and make all your fuckin' neighbors watch I run into your house kick and the door open on the same shit that Kramers on Like, "Who's cooking filet migon?" Then I roll into the fuckin' kitchen and I'll rape your mom and make her keep her apron on I throw her fucking, naked body on the neighbors lawn And wait for a fuckin' late response Yeah, I do the follow the great Koran And there's another book, A Thousand Different Ways To Make A Bomb You wanna be a, you wanna be psychotic Then let us get our cyber gaming on When I strike you and your entire face is gone like I sliced you with one of those flying plates from Tron C'mon dawg, you ain't a King Of The Dot champ, you a vagabond On the bandwagon tagging along Yeah, the day you beat me That's like catching Shaq and Lebron, at a tanning salon That's like an actual radio station playin' an actual Canibus song You're an addict, am I wrong? I mean c'mon you're fucked outta your mind and judgin' from the path that you've gone You make no music, you don't have no actual songs So the only tracks you've been on belong on Hollohan's arms I strike, with no fore warnin' I perform like George Foreman when he's cornered in Yeah, I perform like George Foreman when the eye of the storms formin' I'll tie him up to a rope and hold em up in force and forking his skull And leave his face torn til it looks like deformed foreskin I will fuckin' grab him by his throat and cold choke him I put him in a choke hold like Hulk Hogan I'll fuckin' bust the side of your dome open and leave the corner of your nose broken With your bones showing like both Olsens He's always dissing Drake and yapping off Doesn't wanna give the man his props 'til his ass gets caught Slapped and tossed, jabbed and socked, backhanded tossed Smacked across his fucking Macintosh until it cracks and drops And his mother runs in the fuckin' room like, "What happened to the Apple laptop that daddy bought?" I guess your computer crash a lot Yeah, that's when I go downstairs and grab your pops And smack him with an empty leftover glass of Scotch Yeah, I'll fuckin' jack him for his pack of [?] Then I'll ram his head to the back of the fucking padded locks I'll, run in the open, open the walk in closet run in and hit him with every can in stock I'll fucking hit him with fucking empty canisters Plastic mops, the lamp fuck it I'll even grab the clock Yo, I'll have my homie camouflage sabotage your family spot So bad it look like the Japanese tsunami after shock crashed your block Talking 'bout "Why do you book flights?" Can you believe this guy? "Why do you book flights?" When the champion of your country is a crackhead from Whitby tell me, what does it look like? I mean, my man right here is the second most downloaded artist in Canada and he's living that hood life So why the fuck would they wanna support a little white boy who's the shook type The only reason he's here so I can give you an example of what a real Canadian rapper should look like! Hold on, fuck that, fuck that, I still got more shit! Talking 'bout "Dig deep in your bitch." I'll end up scrapin' his ass It don't matter I already won it so let me finish that fast You my fucking bitch, I'll fucking end up rapin' her ass I'll shove a baseball bat straight in her ass then I'll break it in half Face it you're wack, embrace this ass kicking your getting your trachea cracked You'l be like Steve-O from Jackass, or at least you'll be able to relate to his tats When I twist your neck backwards and it basically snaps And you'll end up with your own face on your back Fuck outta here! Give me my chain!