UDubb Network - Tay Roc vs Charron lyrics

[Round 1: Tay Roc] Real n***as was calling my phone like, "This can not be legit." Look at him, do he look like the type of dude I get to beefing with? They telling me don't use the street approach cause at King Of The Dot this geek can spit Eat a dick, this is America you Canadian piece of sh** What's this supposed to be? Tay Roc vers' the white boy that spray Glocks? b**h you look like McLovin, Paul Walker and Michael J. Fox I heard about that relationship that you and Pat Stay got Aye Pat, this your b**h? Well this is how I'ma do your bae, watch (Baywatch) Your corny a** will get DDT'd on the floor and dragged Robbed for you ID, debit card and boarding pa** I'm surely mad, a switchblade will do Corey bad I pa** my n***a P the gun (Peter Gunz) and hit Corey's dad How you start battle rapping where you from? I don't get it fam' You're not even qualified for the sh** you saying, this sh** a scam Where I'm from it's a must that I grip a can But you are from Ottawa, Canada, Google it, sh** look like Disney Land Aye where he's from there's nowhere where y'all would fair stand 22 murders happened in his city within a year span f** you know about cops k**ing black people? Can you picture that? No, cause more n***as die on roller coasters than were you living at Your city wack, I'll pop up in Ottawa with a mini mac I ain't showing mercy I damn sure won't show you pity Pat You try to run when I grab on the gat Bullets go through Charron and then they hit Pat on the back I was in school with pussies like you and they was all geeks When I wanted my homework done, I kinda gave 'em a beef like "If all my answers wrong you get f**ed up, but if you get 'em right you get to buy my lunch all week." This n***a Charron is beyond sweet You let a n***a that slap n***as a**es leave a hand print on your soft cheek And you ain't even slap him back You slap my hat I'ma have a toy coming out the box for this Crackerjack Matter of fact, this for my fans Don't talk about how you been on Smack when you ain't even see the top man Talk about how you been on Smack and your nose can hold five grams Talk about the last time you been on Smack and you lost To K-Shine's hand, god damn Who say he amazing? You only like him cause he a white boy with cool rebu*tals Besides that you ain't entertaining When you get hit with this .380 waving I'll leave a pig on the strip, all y'all gon' see is a Canadian baking (bacon) You Canadian f*g AR's I do a Canadian bad I make sure this white boy leaves red like the Canadian flag You know the leaves are red on the Canadian flag if you didn't know I'll slit your throat, have you choking in front of Bishop Brigante like Cyssero Get me bro? You look like a cab driver A dirty blond hair version of Quagmire Picture him trapping trying to get his stacks higher I got goons that'll Rob 'em and leave with his baby like Blac Chyna Aye, you gon' make me come to Canada, get pointed to your hood Find you and your clan members then pointed to your hood If I can't find you then f** it, I'll lynch the wrong person Strapped with three K's, who ever we come across (a cross) burning I can take that same bar and do a different version n***as murk him, leave a cracker body in Mississippi Burning I ain't a friendly person, if it jam you'll be really hurting I'll f** around and beat you with it til the semi working All that Smack k**er sh**, watch your mouth, don't get your jaw splitted I'll have Ars like "Chill out Roc, you know he autistic!" I don't give a f** If you had that King Of The Dot chain I would run off with it Snatch it off your neck so hard your head will come off with it Light bars [Round 1: Charron] They said I was facing a giant when I hopped in the ring This is David vers' Goliath, I'm putting Roc(k) in a sling You gon' violate me? Yeah you probably could If you put hands on me I'm tapping pockets like Suge I came to Newark by myself, you thought you was good? This Ronald Reagan, a white boy's pushing Roc(k) in the hood The gun bar king, you really pop that trey? Stop that Tay Thinking I'm scared of a Calicoe, I am not Pat Stay If it ain't Smack it don't count, that's how you play Roc? You think they stop the game when you travel? This ain't the NBA Roc You told me to calm it down on social media, right? I'm all up in your face Roc You know calm it down, social media, right? I ain't giving you no space Roc Every line is how you bust gats and make a gun blast You don't need to grab the pump you have enough gas Claiming you'll shoot does not astound me You acting 'bout that Iron Man like Robert Downey Using guns as a crutch, I don't care if there's Glocks around me You're a b**h that can't win without arm bars, you Ronda Rousey Taking white out, I'll expose what your mistakes are I'm blacking so you can't play the race card Try to make bars without a Glock or AR You wanna see a K Shine in an Arsonal of Clips I'll bring you to my graveyard I said respect first then money, basic sh** When you put people under pressure you can take the sh** Listen I'ma leave you right where you stand Have your ambulance pa** your Timbalands right off to your man But those aren't my bars, I'm not even saying them right I just wanted to spit a Jadakiss verse before Suge does later tonight Tay asked me to post a song, I did not do it Just cause I'm white you think I like Roc(k) music? I mean people are saying that's light but a hospital is where you're taken to You a second round rapper, this is not one you can take in two Ars' died, no Liam Neeson but Taken 2 (too) Find your daughter make that kidnap, I'm k**ing Tay kin too You rep B-More in terrible fashion I'm giving heavy metal if this Maryland man sin (Marilyn Manson) Y'all want gun bars? You the top dawg getting a shot from a vet You getting k**ed by Clips, I can copy respect You spell it R.O.C., that's a problem I bet It's only right I put a K to Roc since I auto correct I run up on him [?] home with smoothness Put it to the back of this dude's dome, shoot clips He don't know, hit him with the Tec's (text) like new phone Who dis? I'm the best dawg It's k**ing season, if I'm slept on, he really sleeping So back off, get in my face I'm twisting caps off, you get the Nitty treatment I will break into this b**hes home, I'll give everyone in that room aid if you don't live alone But you gon' get these hands, it'll split your dome I'll beat the piss out Roc(k), that's a kidney stone But it don't sound believable, right? Just cause I'm nerdy I swear to God I'll do him dirty Walk up to him with my fists like...Jersey [Round 2: Tay Roc] Ayo, back up off me You should've known you would die if Ars' had to call me Just think of Eddie Murphy in Shrek, I'ma act a donkey You say anything, close to "n***a" I'll smack a honky This the round I disrespect him, I'ma have you cracker's salty I might lose a couple white friends when this battle through My man Zack hit me like, "Hey man I ain't know you felt that way about white people." Well now you do Nothing against all white people cause they got talent too But since you a cracker, I'ma use crackers to wil' on you Like, I was thinking about coming to this battle, and forgetting everything I was gon' rap about Soon as Ray Swag say "Call it in the a-" I was gonna crack your scalp Have Ars' like "Roc, what's that about? Why you blacking out?" "Cause I told you, if I don't like the Party Mix I take the crackers out." If Pat Stay think he big and bad I quickly stab ya Put it in his back, twist the dagger Lift and clap ya, Charron we gon' go fishing after I'ma toss you off a boat All the cops gon' find is tuna fish and crackers f*ggot, don't make a pound come off the waist I will give white chalk you are bound to get erased I'm being childish in the place, I'm really wildin' on your race I don't like cheese and crackers so don't be smiling in my face I'll have your ankles tied to a cinder block you get thrown off a river dock Get the plot, get the land in place of this pilgrim is Plymouth Rock I'll grip a Glock, show up to your front door and I n***a knock For thinking you'se an animal, cracker you get put in a box f** you, which one of y'all Grape's shoot for him? You ga**ed thinking you can win, why they boosting him? Ars' I f** with Jersey but I am not f**ing with them if they root for him This ain't communion so why we got crackers and Grapes juicing him? I'm doing cracker flips cause I love crackers You ain't from round these parts and we don't f** with you squares This ain't your club cracker I catch your grandmother, n***as Saran Wrap her I got goons and I send 'em in (cinnamon) for your gram (graham) cracker That's different When you run up on me, have your weapon drawn or it'll be a Dizaster This mini chopper from Lebanon, you'll be missing for hella long The cops gonna have to go (gold) fish for a cracker, that's Pepperidge Farm He'll get hit with something husky it ain't a sled dog Run, get your whole wig blew (blue) Sonic the Hedgehog You a b**h a** white boy, that probably owns a pet frog Pat Stay said he be f**ing you and your p**y smell like wet dog f*ggot, don't talk like you get hella reckless You with a gun, ehh, that's just as effective as Ace Ventura the Pet Detective Your temple will get rocked, if you ain't got that protected Your view would be more f**ed up than everyone else's that's bad perspective Do some stupid sh**, I got a surprise for you Who said I wouldn't get my second half if I knocked you out, Ars' lied to you I'll f** around, crack your head Ars' will tell you That we ain't get paid for breach of contract and we'll split your second half Dude is a fraud, I'll crack your face how I do a Seagal I pair will lie him down, paralyze, your body? Won't have no movement at all Reload the clip, let your crew get involved I got a sample for everybody like Chinese food in the mall You stabbing and shooting who? Not Shaggy from Scooby Doo Only time you had a 100 Bulletz at your side was your 2 on 2 If we fight, you don't even know what I would do to you I'll slap your brain half way out your head, you won't know who is who You say stupid sh** out your mouth You pull out a fake hammer, I'ma show you a real gun You say sh** that's real dumb Like, "I'ma f** up Roc's chances of getting Hollow." That's only gon' increase your chances of getting a real one I'm done clowning him a little This what happens when you put Malcolm X vers' Malcolm In The Middle [Round 2: Charron] I said I f**ed you up that first round, that's legit I mean why you think that I'd be salty cause all you had was some cracker flips? Well your girl s**ed my dick I was at that b**hes house Since he brought up holy communion you should've known she had a cracker in her mouth Yo, but me and Tay Roc are boys, I ain't mad at you son We'll get back to the fishing trips once this match up is done We partied at the last Smack event it was actually fun Until the bouncer kicked him out cause he couldn't handle his Rum Amityville, you just making up new words, that's a reach I guess being Gun Titles is a few perks Against Nitty you didn't even sound like you, the fact is the truth hurts Before the battle: Tay Roc During the battle: Tsu Surf But f** the jokes, let me start to talk Alcatraz, I got bars for Roc(k) I'll pay your old girl to shank ya, ex marks the spot Mt. Rushmore, for dead presidents I'll be carving Roc(k) But he's a gangster, he really sparks the Glock Since he's a G I'll adjust (geologist) to break down every part of Roc(k) Now they can see I have more heart than Roc You know C.I. Central Intelligence, Kevin Hart/The Rock When you rap on URL, that's gas You have a partner in Gun Titles that's trash Tell Surf I'd win every round, that's facts This Canadian will drop three on you, that's Nash And you said you'd put a face on the fifty like Thomas Jefferson That's light; Thomas Edison Like why you perform that? This who Baltimore raving (Raven) y'all don't give him flack? Oh, I didn't know he was your quarterback I run up on him, he toward the back I got Tay Roc in reverse from where Corey at What I gotta spell it out for you? Tay Roc in reverse is Cory At Now Corey's back, don't make this sh** more than rap Your grave big, it's something Taye dig (Diggs) since you're an act Fight fire with fire, you bring the deuce deuce, we make the 40 clap This a 30 Roc, pull out a trey see (Tracy) more guns (Morgan) back It's no issue we gon' rip your bone tissue You got some Baltimore boys I'll take their souls with you This diva dying, I don't care if you're Maryland men roll (Marilyn Monroe) with you As soon as dislocate, the arms popping You've been doing all of this gun talk, your bars flopping f** rap, let's take it out back and start boxing Your career can end outside of the ring like Bernard Hopkins You do not phase me, I gotta shout out the Illuminati since the paid me These hands will put Roc in the air; I'm Jay-Z But me and Ars' gon' do a drive-by, I'll let the gat blow The cops catch me it's cool, they probably know my dad yo Yo, the seat recline clap slow, I Lean Back, now Rockaway like I'm Fat Joe But these gun bars aren't believable, there's a slight difference You'll get raised by the pops, that's white privilege But they say whites don't belong in hip hop, I thought that's cool I ain't trying to Jack Black culture when Roc(k) get schooled You overreact when you pop the tool They gave you energy off gas and rock like fossil fuels [Round 3: Tay Roc] Aye, you pulled out a purple flag vers' Ars' like you was Cripping and sh** I dare you to pull out a purple flag now that the Crips in this b**h I heard his parents was rich as a b**h So if I get this white boy Rob'bed would that be Ridiculousness? No MTV, think TMZ when I'm shooting sh** out the whip I be Wild N' Out, ain't nothing humorous 'bout the Clips Pistol whip you til your bowels loose and you is about to sh** Keep talking p**y I'll slap the uterus out your lips You look the type to Catfish a n***a, using a lady picture Nah, you look like a kid that got molested by his Catholic priest and his baby sitter Who paid this wigger? I cut your face, let the razor skin ya A lead pipe put your Chin on a pole like an Asian stripper Why switch up my style for you, when I can zone out? Instead of a different approach I'll take my own route If he was strapped and hesitated to pull his chrome out I take his gun from him and put this Cracker Barrel in his own mouth Get his wig blown out with a street sweeper We keep heaters, 9 milli's, street sweepers Think it's a game til my peeps see ya They chop you up with a meat cleaver then stuff you right in the deep freezer I run in cribs, act like you know what the f** it is Before I come to yours, kick your door, start dumping sigs I am at his mother then bust her wig His whole family get hit with the machine that's Honey I Shrunk The Kids Who want the biz? I'ma make him eat a Heckler The clip hang so you know it's more to it like et cetera This cracker's a f*ggot I'm telling ya You was scared when Bonnie grabbed your dick but you let Pat Stay do that sh** on the regular That's weird sh**, that's queer sh** And you a soft nerd, I'll smack Mark Wahlberg with the Mossberg Shots fired, shells drop, all y'all heard I have the detectives try to solve a puzzle if we cross words The toolie air ya, try me I truly dare ya What I do with a bat the docs won't be able to repair ya I put a gash in his head the whole wound will scare ya When I'm finished he can't fit his hat, I call that leaving no room for error (Era) He'd prolly sue me if I swung off on him Hook you up to life support then pull the plug off on him We'd f** Pat's big a** up, you gon' run off on him Get back smacked til the black of my hand rub off on him Out in London you battled Chilla, they was calling you "Sharon" Even though your name is Charron I guess they just wasn't caring But I got a box for you Sharon and you won't go in there alone I have Pat Stay and Sharon sharing caskets and sharing (Sharon) Stones I air the tone in his skull I'm trying to put one Your face turn purple your autopsy gon' look dumb Why you keep talking? You the shook one This white boy gon' die trying to hang off Roc(k) that's Macaulay Culkin in The Good Son Aye, if we don't get the job done right once we rock you? Then we treat white like crack and re rock you Why put the pump on his tongue like a Reebok shoe? I put you in that casket take you out then re-box you Psssst....Gang [Round 3: Charron] Call me Macaulay Culkin [?] kind of different flips I could say it's cause I'm in the trap house and pitching bricks Nah I ain't gonna say that, that's what the Macaulay Culkin had said I'm more like Joe Pesci though in Home Alone cause I'm fire off the top of the head I can do anything, I can do a couple flips I can do sh** that you can do, talk about the gun I grip I can do anything, I can even go rebu*tal this He says it looks like I Catfished someone, well you don't know who you f**ing with And you heard him call me Wahlberg so I'ma use the lead The bear will (barrel) talk to this Mark like the movie Ted He wouldn't put some money up this b**h is lame I'ma take Roc(k), Paper for thinking this is a (Scissor) game I even push zips when I'm travelling I take everyone's work and flip it like John John when he's battling Soon as I find out that house that you trapping in You come home to an empty crib with no china/Chyna, you Rob Kardashian "I'll stick my dick in your daughter's pudding", you said that to Arsonal Damn, after Newark you gon' be M.I.A. like Arsonal's fam' Out in Maryland you'll get dropped, hit your [?] wifey with a motherf**ing head shot Got her in a leg lock, hospital the next stop Flintstones, Bam Bam, the whole family in a Bedrock (bed Roc) I saw a picture of your woman, she's beautiful, she can catch pipe I was all up in her raw dog last night Nine months later there's a kid, he's mad hype Til he sees the color of his skin and screams "That's light! That's light!" You know what else rhymes with "That's light?" It be "Him being pimped out by Smack White." He got you on contract for $3,500? That's light But you thought Jefferson was on the $50, you ain't never had your cash right On Facebook you apologized to Smack for taking this match As a family man you should never be sorry for making some cash He posted, "My loyalty is with Smack. No other league is worthy of these gun bars." Delete, disappeared quicker than Tsu Surf gun charge You think being disrespectful is all that counts Well Ars' left URL, started UDubb and bought a house So what's more disrespectful, you saying you bust a nut on his daughter's blouse Or you allowing Smack to take food out your daughter's mouth? You're a big name, go and charge the league, Smack don't want you to make bread, it ain't hard to see Your daughter is gonna cry at Christmas like, "Daddy, how come there's no cards to read?" And you'll be like, "Sorry princess, this year Christmas is on RMT, ssmmmmmmack" Mook and Smack and [?] almost fought, he couldn't stop smiling If he says he doesn't make money off you tell him to stop lying What you amounting (a mountain) to? He's stock piling He's using you as a stepping stone to get to the top, he's Roc(k) climbing I'll pay someone to k** you, cash deposit I say get him from long range ain't a cat that saw it Now rocket from a distance like NASA launched it The way my Hitman Shot gun's not even Smack could block it You've had crowd control all of your life Well I'm all up in your grill, I make 'em more hype I got the hands up before the punch, that's a Norbs fight You lost, call up Mr. Cla**ic and apologize for that You can make fun of me since I was slapped But I'd rather get smacked by Shine then all my shine to Smack He just used you to stack chips, Shine may have left hand prints But I'd rather get smacked b**h than be Smack's b**h Another URL rapper I get to add to the bag Was supposed to go against Tsu but I swore to k** this man from the Cave Next I want Lux, Mook, I'm coming after the names I was using Roc as a chess piece like Andy Dufresne And next you want Hollow on URL? Let me close with a fun fact You just lost to Charron at UDubb, let's see if they let you come back