Round 1: Krome
So they booked Krome vs Young America for World Domination
sh** Gully your the man
This like the best match-up you could book for thirty grand
But before I start, I want to mention something
Cause sh**'s getting redundant
So let me bring this up, before you get to the subject
Yeah I'm French, and what I lack in vocab I make up for with substance
This my second language, and dude still get left buried in punches
So you got French jokes? They all do
You should call me a frog too
Think that sh**'ll work? Not on me, I'm the wrong dude
And I let that sh** fly; You frog food
So f** the jokes, cause they paid to see this
And the frogs got the bodies covered like the plagues of Egypt
They put a bottom feeder, verse a great behemoth
So trip and get rocked faster than Schumacher, try take a ski trip
And if y'all noticed the accent, then your thoughts missing
As soon as I start spitting, it's easy to tell who really talk different
So let's talk JeFF, we only f** with you because your E. Farrell's pocket puppy
We don't care about your dope rhymes, we woudn't give you credit
You've been on a roll, but only got your drive from a cosign
Your not a rapper, your a con, an actor
Your humour's what's saw after
And we know Farrell helped out with the bars; he Jon Taffer
So they said I can't win this battle, they were wrong though
I came to turn JeFF to a John Doe
I'm known to sh** on a GZ rapper, I'm Sean Zo
Let's go!
The fans thought I was gone, but they brought me back in the six; I'm John Snow
The two piece too sweet, get hit with a combo
Better guard your chin, I'll scar your grin if your arms low
And inevitably, this is where the gun talk come into convo
The cannon in my hand, you get hit with it pronto
I'll stretch skin over a barrel, like I'm mixing a bongo
That's means one wrong move, and your gone [?]
And when it comes to GZ Toronto, I make magic out these raps like Bismack Biyombo
And that's round 1
Round 1: JeFFrey
So Gully, sent me a carrier pigeon
Said "You want on World Dom?"
I sent one back, saying "You already know, let's go"
"Who you got in mind for the kid?" He sent one back, it said Krome
I k**ed the bird
Toronto rock with me more than you, I'm comfortable as it gets
I'm really loving the 6ix, like you when you started cuffing your b**h
I'm running this sh**, you didn't earn this spot, there's something different
What is it? Enough privilege? I mean let's be real
Canada's desperate for new talent, just is what it is
That's why Gully's pushing Krome like 20-inch rims
You're a nobody, I get new fans every event
You sketching, trying to ride off my movement
You don't get views, like Tidal music
That's an ITunes exclusive
The true champ
I got a buzz like the first day of bootcamp
So why would I do this?
Only I could beat me, I ain't lying/lion that's just the pride that I move with
But what more can I say?
He gone regret getting a shot like Gordon Bombay
You still use put him in a box bars
Your punches/punch is outdated like the fighting Irish
I'm futuristic, my voice alone got them spinning in the chair, like Miley Cyrus
You be the judge, I'm from America, so why/Y he getting Xed if Krome is home?
You got no fans, well I even got a pump from the trailer like Lil G's first mobile home
So don't make me go flex like Post Malone
So muscular, I got better traps than Kevin McCallister in Home Alone
And you ain't shooting me, your gluten free
If he had to choose one GZ division to ride for, he'd choose the D
(It's a gay joke)
You got two dads and a girls name; Maxine
I been that thug
You been a b**h, your senior quote was "Live, laugh, love"
I found his yearbook
It ain't a gameboy/game boy get a cartridge in the back if I'm holding the tec/tech
Or I'll pull out a blade, and you'll catch a buck fifty, like Pokemon Red
I only battle on the road, we ain't rolling the same
If you came to L.A., this b**h'd be running out the bunker, like Cloverfield lane
I am better than you, I did f** your b**h, you can never slap the sh** out me
But go ahead and try tell them something they don't know about me
Round 2: Krome
So JeFF, you said canadians don't have guns
And for that statement, this round we gone have fun
Cause when I said I'm a different kind of rapper, I was lying
I'm generic as f** and I got gun lines for days
So I hope you expect these shots and they ain't candid
Got shooters that'll clap for nothing; they plane-landing
Rapid fire, lead from the magmum
The chain on the revolver spit more than JeFF when he rapping
Leaving him wet, I don't see no man as a threat
This ratchet dumped on more losers than a Bachelorette
What I conceal will blow half his face
And make his cap easy to peel like masking tape
And you like to talk sh** online? Well I'm off that
I came to talk sh** to your face, and you can't blog that
Still got the dot for him/Dot Forum if he talk back/TalkBack
And you died verse Foreman you ain't all that
So let's battle for World Dom
Think you gone win today? You dead wrong
America ain't lose this bad since Vietnam
I won't run up on JeFF with tecs drawn, it's Rob Furlong
Canadian k**-shot, a thousand metres out I'm a savage sniper
Let one buck on his cap like Jägermeister
So keep a heater tuck, then get your Caesar cut
And then I'm cold in the box; Reefer truck
Homie you're weak as f**
Foreman sent me nudes of your girl, that b**h fat but she s**y
sh**, started to tap me I had a plan like Russell Brand; I'mma stroke her walls after smoking her JeFFrey
So go head, pa** me a soda; Preferably Pepsi
Last Canadian this nice y'all heard of was Gretzky
So thinking this an easy win, JeFF bugging
Head brush him, like he the only name on the card; McLovin
I wish Laugh N' Stalk k**ed you, or even just said something
Instead he chose to dummy talk and look at how JeFF done him/Jeff Dunham
But this ain't a flashback, and I'm nothing to laugh at
And next round I'mm talk to your soul
And excuse my French; It always comes off when I'm talking to hoes
Let's go
Round 2: JeFFrey
Congratulations you little flappy headed f**
That round your French accent actually sounded tough