Charron - HFK vs Charron lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] Over the years we've partied a lot, I've gotta thank you you're my dude I picked up that Scotian chick in the club you let me bang her in your room But two hours later you went down on her, don't say that isn't true You gave them kids a licking like Jamaican parents do I'm the type to bang a b**h and tell the broad I'll see her later You ate/eight out that p**y like the Octomom in labor And what about that girl at your work party you hara**ed for a bit See was pa**ing out drunk and you started grabbing her tits Your boss found out and fired your a** for that sh** You told me not to bring it up but it's a battle you prick That s**ual act was so forced even your set ups felt bad for that sh** You're an impatient, ignorant ba*tard, you couldn't get any fatter Eating your Advent Calendar in one day doesn't make Christmas come faster Your a** crack is so fricking wide, you spread your bu*t at the end of a Slip N Slide and kids slip inside Don't laugh Against Diaz, I had to convince him not to spit that line Your IQ is 69 Gay jokes that are predictable, bland Write a situation where we're both f*ggots, this is his plan {Imitates HFK} "Like the other day Charron chilled with a ridiculous man He pooped on a moving razor and that's when sh** hit the fan Charron had problems jerking off a kid from Japan So I opened the door like, 'Hey bro. Let me give you hand.'" Gay, Just Daze, kicked your a** so it's hard to predict this One foot in the grave, a kick with bow legs left you toe tagged The karma's delicious A [?] with lame wits who targets the artists he kicks with The next mark to get marked off my hit list is Alex Larsen where's Kid Twist? We're partner's in business this is part of the business In 2 on 2's I committed murders you should be charged as a witness Play the part of Bernardo you think you Scarborough's sickest? Get outsmarted by narcissist image No Karla h*molka partnership over, you suffer behind the bars when we're finished Insomniac, I'm on that zombie trend Call me "Murl" if I'm armed with metal than I'm offing heads Your jokes have got to end they're all the same I face palm like "not again" We all evolved so lock the pen Or die from this delivery behind bars like Rick's wife in The Walking Dead I never get good opponents, is there something that you should tell me? Next I wanted Mook or T-Rex but apparently they're both battling Skelly If you're not a staff favorite, you amount to nothing Canadians won't battle Canadians, Pat Stay's a clown for ducking I know my dad's alive and I'm not a black American with a pound that's dumping But my battle partner is Autism that's gotta count for something I bet your fam's not that impressed He's such a dumb terrorist he tried to strap a jager bomb to his chest Your mother's extremely rude and your grandma's a b**h too Your sister's an alcoholic and your dad use to hit you You need to see for yourself, you have family issues Nah, you need to C4 yourself and take your family with you [Round 1: HFK] You were so boring on Rap City that I seen loads of tumbleweeds And then you went on 106 and lost cause your flow is f**ing weak On those shows you promoted King Of The Dot but they ain't throw you nothing see All they gave you was a free shirt to wear and you're like, "Yo they love me G" King Of The Dot owns you little man, you're they're custody And if you ever wonder why they don't give you any respect or any doe or luxury It's cause you're a little f**ing b**h and they only use you to promote their company You're King Of The Dot's gimp The only reason they ever contact you, is if they need a little f*ggot they can dog tag dude You don't only lick Organik's a**, but you munch his ball sack too And still he finds it hard to look at you and not slap you The angle he chose versus Manaz was a strong a** move So I'ma take that same approach today and win by dissing this b**h for shock value He's an attention who*e who wants the world to see his battle vlogs But you got the type of career that remains online like Amazon I came here today to expose this internet s*ut with the camera's on So that afterwards he can go hang himself like Amanda Todd When b**hes approach then this motherf**er will run Most he'll do is grab a broad and start touching her bum And right when she's all horny and wanna have fun He's like, "Wait a second." And she's like, "Why? What's up with you hon'?" And he's like, "Ahhh. Nothing. I'm done." Yo, his mom is a master in the kitchen Really puts in her time and work That b**h cooks so good I decided to shave her head and call her "Heisenberg" You ain't nothing but a square, Rubix Cube f*ggot Your broad ain't nothing but a dog, Scooby Doo f*ggot Your music's on that sweet tip, Juicy Fruit f*ggot Cause those animated songs you make are barely worth a buck, Looney Tunes f*ggot I use to mistake the criticism as hate but I found out y'all were right Cause making people laugh was fun but not so bright So f** the jokes I going hard with straight bars tonight Cause I decided to k** the comedian overnight like Phil Hartman's wife I run sh** like Tony Danza So run your lips I f**ing flip and go bananas Then aim and put the red dot on your sweater like a gift from George Costanza Not only did we battle together but we were former buddies too But if I didn't show him how to write we'd barely score a couple views What he wrote was corny, so I was always erasing it and transforming something new So if it wasn't for me the crowd would've ate us alive and thrown a bunch of boos Charron was my b**h and if y'all wanna know the f**ing truth I'm the Ricky and Julian of battle rap cause I always told Cor(e)y what to do Those punchlines don't mean sh** if you ain't delivering with swagger When I found out he got k**ed by 100 Bulletz, I got f**ing pissed it was the rapper True story, and I do apologize He once cried and told me his mom cheats when she leaves the house to get drunk So if his mom was to pa**, I'd probably laugh and start clowning this chump While people put roses on her grave I'd come down with some s*uts Holding Crown in a cup while bumping Lil' Jon and jumping up and down with a blunt You're mom's a cheater who likes going down on the nuts So the only reason I'd come to her funeral not giving an ounce of a f** Is cause me and you are very similar So I too would refuse buying flowers for c*nts [Round 2: Charron] If you stepped to Charron then you're always in trouble You brought up Trailer Park Boys, my name's Corey so I gotta rebu*tal I don't live with a bunch of cats but I'll bang your broad on the double The way I shed the p**y your b**h is calling me "Bubbles" Against Jus Daze you said this word for word {Imitates HFK} "The other day, you were chatting up the cutest brunette She said, 'f** dinner and a movie, I'll just give him the p**y instead.' Right when she went to hook up dude with some head when she was fully erect She took her mask off and it was me." That's the gayest line in battle rap history If you like performing oral s** on men, that's fine it's your call But I bet after the guys are icing their balls Cause if you s** dick the way you battle rap there's be too much biting involved Yo, he spit me that dick s**ing line on the phone like, "Slow it down it's gonna take a second." Whoo wee! What did you eat a bowl of AIDS for breakfast? You told Fresco you wanna f** him, y'all can't straight respect this When this herb speaks it's like Church Street, his bars are only meant for the f*ggots to connect with When we try to pick up chicks you always use stupid lines I introduce him like, "Here's my wing man. Farbu, the guide." {Imitates HFK} "Wing man? Do you want honey garlic or [?]?" They just look at you and pick suicide Organik, stop me if I'm lying You said you wanna give him Henry Bowers and he's like, "Nah, I've been writing British jokes. Can you give me Unanymous?" Next event you're like, "Yo. I think you should battle this guy" and he's like, "Nah, he does too many bars I don't think I could handle this." Organik calls back, "It's Po baby, you should battle Rich." "Ah sometimes Rich is-" Man f** you and your f*ggot lisp! You said no to battling Rich, Syd Vicious, but picked Jus Daze and Unanymous? What's next, you're gonna turn down Loaded Lux for Zilla and Canibus? Organik requested I battled Manaz I ain't making this up You wanted the blind guy, picked Castro and used Jus Daze leg as a crutch Now your career's on it's last leg getting crushed You want guys with disabilities cause your diss ability isn't creative enough I can't respect you, you're still stuck on this comedy trend You're just a b**h I show my bars to, I wouldn't even call you a friend You have no ambition in life I can barely take this My manager Mckeys 'bout to help me tear up stages While this little diva just rots away like Jon Benet in his parent's basement You've no hope in life or any goals you've founded I wish you actually had a neck so you can finally put a rope around it Joke after joke keep cracking away they're exactly the same Learn to evolve and adapt to the game You used to be top tier, as your peer I'm sad that you're pa**ing away You're like expired milk; chunky, smell like sh**, and were only useful back in the day Yo, and he's got an Oakland jacket on Oh, you 'bout that Raider's style? It was built from Al Davis from Speed and you couldn't race a mile You used to be a brother to me but the King Of The Dot chain is vital It's like the Harbaugh's in the Super Bowl, one brother has to die for the other one to take the title [Round 2: HFK] He went to OT with OZ That's it, that's my second round Yo, his freestyles are getting out of hand Other day he got pulled over like, "License and registration." And he was like, "License? Registration? Well your wife's a s** Asian who likes to holler at me for penetration And in the morning she fries me eggs and bacon." The cop ain't find his rhymes to be amazing So he just sprayed mace in his eyes and f**ing tased him I thought you make a lot of money you know, be a rapper we worship With that off of the top ability I thought you would actually turn rich He's always freestyling and never on that rapping a verse tip But he ain't got value, so only reason he frees is cause this f*ggot ain't worth sh** This kid Charron's got the flip syndrome The other day we were having a barbecue and I got very vexed Like, "Stop flipping the burgers f*ggot. They're not ready yet." Yo, you might think you're awfully sick Cause you're always rebu*taling and going off of the top when you spit So don't you find it ironic as sh** that you went on 106 & Park and lost to a Flip You got the swagger of a pipe smoker f**ing bony chest, light shoulders Around your fans you act like you're a high roller But when you're alone you're punching walls cause you're bipolar I got a question for you that I think's the biggest mind blower If you're the king of rebu*tals, how come you can't flip your life over? The gay community rates every one of his songs as a cla**ic Cause they claim that his music has the perfect rhythm to f** a guy in the a** with He claim he hot with the pen, I define him as a liar Cause sitting on Choclair's lap is the only time you be a Rider All I hear from him is the biggest lies Bullsh** from how he's getting signed to sticking a chick's behind I seen his mom change his diapers since he was a little guy So when Corey Charron lies to my face I ain't a bit surprised Cause the way I see it he's been full of sh** from time Let's profile him An honest motherf**er would never co-sign him Cause Corey Charron lies to our faces so much he should change his rap name to Charron Lion/Lyon I'm here to be real with you G Let's be honest here, you got feelings for me When we first met he thought we were in a relationship immediately But he's so gay that when I told him to peacefully leave He went and partnered up with Tricky P Just to see if I would get jealous and think he's cheating on me He's a Big L, but when I Put It On and show him The Big Picture this guy is f**ed He's Da Enemy so he better fall back in The Graveyard or I'ma Size 'Em Up You're on that f*ggot sh**, plus I ain't seen you take the hoes out at night So the only thing you got in common with Big L is that you're both Flamboyant for life The day that we hear somebody say that he's gangster Is the day that we hear Patrick Swayze saying he beat cancer You're a meat packer While I write actual bars he can't even write a knee slapper I never thought I'd be able to say this to anyone But why would they place a comedian against a real rapper? When you battle your boss you get slashed and get slaughtered Without me you're like a dying kid who's asking for water This ain't dad versus son this is a battle between a dad and his daughter So don't you dare rebu*tal sh** cause that's considered talking back to your father [Round 3: Charron] Yo, you wanna talk about Big L? But your mother and sister, I was finger banging them s*uts But I had to move to double fist cause eight isn't enough This is King Of The Dot's year, I'm one with the revolution You've been demoted to Ground Zero, I've come to protect the movement Organik's made plans, his company set a blueprint A new venue, this club is the next improvement When it comes to a**a**inating h*mo's your country's the best to do it So it's only fitting this f*ggot dies from a government execution f** the jokes, your carca** is missing a severed organ I'm dark and twisted, the headless horseman I'll start to kick him like Edward Norton A narcissist, I'm Dahmer mixed with Arthur Mitchell and Dexter Morgan Make fun of how your cousin Will is a dead teen Couple chills when you think of how he was f**ing k**ed in your next dream I'll get under this b**hes skin like Buffalo Bill and Ed Gein The real HFK is a serial k**er who chopped up ladies Everything he said is funny but it gets ugly, it's Al vers' Ted Bundy and his dogs get Swayze The Boston Strangler's doppelganger, my thoughts stay crazy You're just a f**ing clown like John Wayne Gacy It's time to question his loyalty now 'Member the cops rolled through and it was me and you alone at your house? They had a picture of your boy and you pointed them out You must not be strict with your religion cause when you see a pig you just open your mouth Yo, you don't have my respect Instead of paying me back for the cash I lent you to cover half of your rent I caught you stealing from me to f**ing fund your gambling debt This ain't even a punchline it's a reality check Never have someone's back who would stab you in yours any chance that they get I cook schemes like Walter White up at your place This it's all good man (Saul Goodman), you made a couple mistakes You brought up Breaking Bad well I'll take a stab just to cut to the chase You're Jesse Pinkman's meth addiction, just put my substance to waste In case you haven't noticed, when I'm not on a card he's done his best against past opponents But you know it would be a Dizaster without the method to your Madness coaching The future champ has spoken Your lines are only as respected as the motherf**ing man who wrote them I'm sick of battling though, the game is f**ed You got a fake beef with your friends so your rank goes up? After this we will still chill and get crazy drunk Cause our friendship is worth more than what Organik is paying us {Charron puts out his hand to HFK and then quickly takes it away) Psych! I never give handshakes to c*nts! I'm losing my faith I used to look up to you like a coach that could help me move up in ranks Mimicked your rhyme schemes so it's 19 Still naive, making foolish mistakes The notebook on your computer is nearly every joke on Google replaced Stupid, utterly useless, a waste You've been doing this for five years and haven't improved Farbood I hope you are disgraced You're a wack battle rapper with no future to chase I'm done lying, Corey Charron just told the truth to your face! [Round 3: HFK] I came here to make a point today so let's make it truthfully clear I compare you to Slim Shady Cause both of you just appear to being a bunch of skinny white dudes with no fear Who had a freestyle ability that was dope as f** and new to the ear But besides you being a goofy a** queer who acts stupid and weird Difference between you and Em' is he eventually stopped battling and moved on to have a music career And Eminem's best friend wasn't SMP Let's an*lyze him He's got a name like "Corey", we don't know why but the dude's rich He's kind of a doofus Dressing like a schmuck is the style that he chooses Type of face that makes you want to leave him crying with bruises Very untalented yet famous child who makes music Anyways, the point I'm trying to get to is Is if this guy's not Jewish, then I don't know who is You know what rhymes with "murderous tactics"? We've been boys for years and I know a lot about you so let's get personal f*ggot Remember that night I came to your crib to chill with you and you pa**ed out a bit early from drinking brews? Remember I was gone in the morning and you called me and I said I went for an interview? Well none of that sh** was true Truth was I never left, I was just busy getting head in your sister's room She was freezing that night and feel even colder when I was touching her But hey, who knew my dick could warm her up and comfort her/comforter People praise this motherf**er like he's some sort of hidden treasure But I'm 'bout to show y'all the big picture like a film projector I heard you and 100 Bulletz have been writing for me since December But when I heard that it ain't scare me or give me pressure The way I see it, sh**'s whatever It just goes to show that white people stick together I came here for the W So I swear if I get screwed or get robbed I'll uppercut this b**h like a bus driver who's doing his job People say I'm not a rapper, just a funny fat tub of lard So my jokes always backfire when I face a rapper with bars Y'all can hate me all you want for the humorous jokes But end of the day you gotta love me the numerous quotes I ain't sleep on this battle, I sat in my room and I wrote So today's the day I redeem myself and prove that I'm dope You thought you would murder me, but please man don't be losing your hope I just decided to change my style and not use the same stupid approach They say battle rap is about your jokes and your bars But one thing I want you to take note Is that your big brother is always gonna body you and be able to outdo you in both You got the type of voice that should be considered for Broadway So how could you feel you deserve a shot at the chain and think that you're not lame I should be slapping this hoe and kicking him offstage To send him in the kitchen to fix me a parfait Cause the day you get a shot at the King Of The Dot chain Is the day we see Pat Stay battle Bishop Brigante Real sh** right now! Before the battle he called me suggesting we use fake personals to go sky high with the views I told him "It's a good idea" like, "Aight man. I'm fine with it, cool." Now he's probably gonna hate me forever, saying I snaked him and pulled a slimy a** move Cause while he wasted his time telling fake personals The one's that I used were true! I should f**ing slap him He thought he'd make a lot of fun from rapping, but it was all a bunch of yapping You believed he turned rich and live in a f**ing mansion But your rap career is like December 21st, 2012 cause nothing happened!