Z-hunna - Z Hunna vs Douce (Battle) lyrics

[Round 1] This battle is about to be all Bars so I hope the judges keeping up Me and Douce are homies but i hate losing enough to beat him up I got sick lines, punches mean enough to body weapons Won't matter if I f** his girl, he's douce, he's used to sloppy seconds Plus he's broke as f**, Vanchella's what I be repping The money, I rack like where the American army stepped in I'm a Canadian veteran, 3 battles and I'm already nicer then most When the tool locks, like styles P, he'll live his life as a ghost If your hoping I lose then you better get used to me I aim and hit the target like where zellers used to be But this battle's just a show for you all to view and see I can crossover, get the douce or step back and shoot a 3 He says he's a mix bread, well let me show em what this fella would do Slap both races out of him till he's a new skin color, yellow and blue Then it's back to you boo, she gets drilled like practice Bumper to bumper, rush hour traffic Big ratchet, hair pin trigger set to decease him Extension clip like a black chick, you better get to weaving I get to steaming, carve him real nice when the force out When I'm done he'll be a bench at a Brampton courthouse If you've ever been to the brampton courthouse, you'd know the benches got Wilde carves in him If he's trying to get excused, I jus step back and put a part in him [Round 2] Better pay attention, listen to how a leader say it Got nice bars with mean kicks like a sneaker head I'll beat you dead, it's d**h for you rappers here Cause my first punch alone will give him a cabbage ear I check on him, strapped up, techs on him, block right, left on him Turn his sh** to shot, autocorrect on him Wreck on him, come through spazzing, I pull on the loud Make him run like Spain when the bulls in the crowd Turn owhs into aow's, slap his mom like I pimp hoes Raid her painties & go browse like my brim low It's simple, we gang bang your b**h like it's red and blue Rob you on your way to re up and the connect your heading too Pay a couple shooters to bring the weapons through So the guns get picked up quick, 3 second rule I'm a specialist when I get my hands on any tool Special ed clips, the nine spits, the semi drool Sever heads quick, when the machete duels Get punked then break up, no Demi Moore Let off on plenty fools, that crash course mister Shoot everything from the neck up, pa**port picture Have a 100 undercover goons, the chameleon path So the guns get pulled here fast like Brazilian wax 2 racks on the shooter, make the triggered thing blast Potato on barrel don't smoke, arms on nicotine patch Boy, your birch got a nasty p**y, I'm still coming out of her fresh The 9 keeps jogging until it's running out of breath Grimy enough to do him dirty over a 100 bet k** him so bad, they can't see the body, I'm reenacting Osama's d**h [Round 3] They say I do a lot of punching in my raps But its the 3rd round, I'm about to punch him with some facts You've had more battles then me but let me get it aligned Count all his views up and they won't add up to one of mines I can spit a hundred lines that could be hounding dudes Congratulations douce, I'm about to give you your first thousand views But besides that, think twice before f**ing with me, my gang is deep Cars packed with so many people, even Mexicans can't compete But f** a team, we could do it dolo, black out with the knuckles dude Cause I was taught not to escape just control and ought to delete like trouble shoot Last event, everybody said my name, the f** is that about Where I'm from, we don't say no names, these rapper will rat us out But back to you You can't go a round without choking, meaningless multis mixed with rebu*taling Standing there like... Mother f**er stop stuttering See, I'm a pro and you look like a rookie You brought your whole set through? They look like p**y So try and push me, I'll let it ring 3 times, that's a hatrick Focused bars, won't show a waste line like a fat b**h Man your life's so average, I can tell by hour your moving I catch your girl and run up on her, hit her with a "how you doing?" Then it's back to the crib, in the guts, how I be moving Pull out just in time to give her a white belt, she's a karate student Now if these bars don't k** him then the metal will In case you forgot who did this to you, Meadowvale