Charron - Arcane vs Charron lyrics

[Round 1: Arcane] I said, I was ready to put a stack up But he had to ask his dad, he needed some backup Told me his dad wanted to talk to me on the phone and make sure everything add up I said that sh** is sad Charron You want me to talk to your dad on the phone When are you gonna lose the chaperone and be a f**ing man of your own? When I was 17 I hustled blocks, had a couple spots Pounds to my crew But I never would've rapped outside my bedroom if I sounded like you When I was 17 I could spit rhymes and freestyle hard This kid can't even rap and y'all treat him like he's some kind of child star Well I'ma make him die slow, like poorly prescribed d** Or I can make your life short like a .45 snub Cause little Corey's rhymes s**, so keep your corny lines tucked Cause we already know how child stars named Corey wind up But you ain't no Corey Haim This corny lame is such a groupie I should slap dude He prolly ain't never even heard of Lost Boys/Boyz, the movie or the rap group Yo, think about it, think about it It's been 13 years since Biggie died And back when that sh** happened little Corey wasn't even five So, now this little f**ing preteen virgin soul hurting His idea of a musical legend is Bo Burnham Well since you need a history lesson, I'm gon' learn him After I light up this little glow worm it's closed curtains See I go hard for the 905, I stay repping that Hammer City I laugh when you do like this with your hands That's the same way I be milking your grandma's titties Mothaf**a, I'm a graveyard yet, you ain't even on my radar yet So I'ma put Charron to sleep in a box, race car bed [Round 1: Charron] Yo listen You said might milking my grandma's titties, well my flowing's legit You talking about my grandma, well you're older than her b**h Listen, you brought up Bo Burnham, well he's my boy That motherf**er is evil When you heard his song Klu Klux Klan Cookout you're like, "He said what about my people?" "You are not black!" Was always said by his mother "Arcane, you can't say that word. You're not a brother." Now look at you today you stupid f**er That advice was like the bullet that k**ed Kurt Cobain It went in one ear and out the other Arcane, I met your friends Winston and Ted and that's Ted too Arcane, you don't have any black friends dude So where the f** did you get that accent through? Yo, he actually thinks he's black, this guy is a wigger Stop eating Tootsie Rolls with a spork, you won't bite off your fingers Go ahead and mention I'm young No one's impressed with this evident scum You're in your mid thirties and you dress like a thug You're about as real as the ID I used to get in this club Someone older than Psycho is something we haven't seen before I've battled a Korean, you battled in the Korean War See I should be getting a girlfriend, you should be getting a wife 16 years ago I was in diapers In 16 years you'll be in diapers for the rest of your life And your long a** introduction for Knamelis Organik should've said your time was up Ironically your intro didn't end til' 3:14, that's pi as f**! [Round 2: Arcane] Son, I run my city like my name was Pops Papalia I got an Ikea coffee table covered in pot paraphernalia Since you said I'm 40 son I hope you're not scared of a failure That means I'm 80 proof, my sh**'ll put hair on your genitalia And you can say I'm washed up but I don't really think that's clever cause Truth is I'm a veteran and you 'bout to be a has been who never was You went 4 and 0 against bums, but you ain't never battled a vet So it's time this little overrated f*ggot got a reality check Listen, you battled Sandman, JWalker, Lokust and O.Z So I guess you proved you can hang with the lost tier MC in the whole league I beat cats like Knamelis, Scandalous, some real f**ing OG's This kid get excused from gym cla** cause his b**h a** is prone to nose bleeds Now I know Ottawa got some real MC's Osa and Bender both grizzly So how you trying to go international in Grind Time? You ain't even the best in your own city I heard you ducking Roosevelt cause you in the same age bracket Okay f*ggot, you battle in New York with those arms flapping he'd put you in a straight jacket Now, I understand this, you use those rebu*tals as a gimmick To me that sh**'s transparent So everybody look it's King Of The Dot's kid with the flips This little b**h named Sharon Well you the type that should never try to rap outside your parent's home So it's my Basic Instinct to put an ice pick through Sharon's Stone(s) Now, if this was URL, I'd have to blare the fog horn Last I seen you, you could barely handle O.Z., it's Sharon Osbourne Listen, you got molested by Knamelis and Pat Stay But you were scared of holding his hand Y'all on some down low Three's Company sh** Sharon, Lois and Bram First you was Pat Stay's b**h, you call him your "sugar daddy" But then when he pimped yo' a** out to Knamelis I guess you took it badly So I'ma slaughter this geek and please don't bother to speak You still got a piece of Knamelis pubic hair caught in your teeth b**h! [Round 2: Charron] Pat Stay wants to rape me, those are the freshest schemes If Pat Stay was here he'd knock this s**er out for wearing EXCO jeans You are not black An intervention was held by his family at his place in the fall "Alex, you're 30 working at Ikea where they're paying you small On your breaks you go and hang out with your gang at the mall And for God will you stop telling people your middle name is 'Jamal'?" If you're the baddest guy from Hamilton your town is to send My dad wants the rest of my Cub Scout meetings held there for 2010 And you're from Hamilton? Well I'm a city slayer After I murder you, your crew and your city mayor R.I.P. Hamilton, like that Piston's player When it comes to King Of The Dot, your sister's the biggest groupie She gave the whole town dome like the plot for the Simpson's movie [Arcane] Watch your f**ing mouth son! [Charron] (Damn. What are you talking about?) When it comes to girls I'm like GSP I dominate from the top cause they're out of breath and they're gasping With girls you're like Dan Hardy cause you'll never end up tapping See I'm skinny and smart, love pictures of art and I'm sick at guitar I realize people pick me apart cause they don't think that I'm hard But Knamelis told me in high school you were picked on and scarred You were gifted and smart with riveting marks And ate lunch in the library with the kids that were really bizarre So I realize I'm a nerd and I just live with the card So you're battling the person you're afraid to admit that you are [Round 3: Arcane] I said yo, son If all you gon' be spitting, is rehearsed writtens I hope he brought more than that last weak verse with him I swear to God you can bring a team of researchers with him This dude can't even f**ing find a t-shirt that fits him Yo, and you can keep calling me a wigger But you saying you taking his cash, its like you saying you clapping triggers Son, you ain't stacking figures, you still playing with action figures Quit bringing the same lame a** crackers with ya Cause all of y'all seem like a bunch of rejects from ya high school volleyball team But yo listen I know I'm that dude that everybody loves to hate Yeah, I choked and still won, gave y'all something to debate Then I came back to clean up ya big brother Jake So after this, you can tell Pesci I'm coming for the cake You ain't hip hop ya fake, now you done pissed off at Drake Antawn Jamison, I might just Chris Bosh ya face See, cause everything I touch is ether I should put you in a f**ing freezer You be almost like just like Justin Bieber but you never touched a beaver Yo, and you ain't never hustled neither So I don't know what this little guy about But this some grown man business I'ma have to put this little kid on timeout [Round 3: Charron] Yo, I came to spit flames, I'm here to bust the ether You compare me to Justin Bieber? But you have so many ugly features It looks like as a kid you were beat more than Russell Peters Yo, and you talk like, "Yo, I'm Chris Bosh" basketball when you're making a rhyme Well I f**ed your girl she's the craziest dime I left her legs more spread open than Lebron James when he's taking a stride Listen, and you said I stayed at Knamelis's house the last battle you rapped in Well the night before I stayed at your house I'll tell the people what actually happened I showed up to his house in a red shirt, he was puzzled and confused Like, "Corey, this is Hamilton! You can't wear that the Crips are coming over soon." I watched you post up at Zellers from 12:00 to 6:00 With your arms crossed like that and foot on the wall like this At your house I met your twin brother Mike I said, "Wow, you guys are identical, you look exactly alike." He said, "Man, what the f** do you mean we look exactly alike?" [?] wrapping salad for supper and rolled out the futon As soon as you took a bite of it you choked on the croutons I said, "Can I get you something to drink? Perhaps a cup of juice?" He said, "Man, what the f** is juice? I want some grape drink baby. Hmmm. Spurt and stuff." It was bedtime and he said, "Boy, you ain't dressed like a rapper." He brought me some 2Pac underwear and Exco pajamas There was no blankets I was cold up on Arcane's sofa He said, "Don't use the sheets on my windows. Here's one of my Scarface posters." I looked at your Get Rich Or Die Trying wallpaper as I laid on your couch And said, "f**. This. sh**. I'm going to Knamelis' house." Just look at you, Jesus f**ing Christ You're 32 and wearing Exco...you s** at life