Shotty Horroh vs Tony D (Full Battle)

Round 1: Shotty Horroh Some said I wasn't gonna show up Well that's what the talk was about But I showed up to the showdown To show off when the show's on for all of the crowd The giant was asleep, silently in peace I advised him to move quietly and sneak beside me but try and be discreet Because if I wake, there'll be wakes, and I'm no longer tired in the sheets You woke Goliath just as it was time for him to eat and climb into his seat The king, the new chapter, I move faster, I put aside my pride so my pride can get a feast Fuck your stripes, you tigers seem like new-timers trying to compete I thought you were the main man, all that raw talk and you're just lyin' through your teeth Oh this is what you waited for, me and you waging war On a stage for the sake of talk, so let's make 'em talk It's unfair, you've been scared, since the day started taking course I've played his thoughts, but I'm not here to take your title Tony... I'm here to take your corpse See, it was the real deal when Real Deal said to give Tony a Tony Award But I got me some rhymes that'll leave him hospitalised I came to give Tony a ward Class in session The ruler's back with straight lines with drastic measures Your casket's measured, practice makes perfect But I've practised to the point where I'm past perfection I'm just battling my past perfections They say practice what you preach But I don't preach, you can ask the reverend It's been a minute since I asked for blessings in my last confession I don't preach, I teach, and I've got pupils that'll look you in your pupils And raise arms like they're asking questions, but they don't ask me questions You need to give a man of my class room... stay back like you have detention You can't take away from Ad I taught Math a lesson I'm unschoolable, they haven't given Ad a lesson since adolescence Test me and fail, F your circle, you won't pass the papers I'll smoke him - pass the papers Fuck dough, it's linguine linguistics - pasta papers I'm trying to give my nation dough, my donation to battle rap is past Eurgh's papers Time to pay your pastor papers You're about to be baptised with bars So don't whine when the pastor passed the wafers Tony D's dead, you want to know what he passed away for I'm the predator, he's the same as when you ask your saviour for a massive favour And when prey meets predator, that's just nature But, holy shoulder blades - God's back You are not martyrs - I said - you do not matter It's got like if you're godlike I'm God's father's godfather Since I left, I've been streaming it Rowan It seems it's upstream that you're rowin' And you haven't got farther You put Shuffle and Marlo-on but couldn't brand dough So you brought back the Godfather And I couldn't bear it it's tragic That tear in the fabric is something I'll patch, he knows Al Pacino, I'm on my Tony shit Montana, not Tony as in this older prick Who defends a title that don't exist, I'm over pissed I'll film a porno of your only chick just to show you it I mean I'll make your bitch wail and we can see your baby Moby dicked Jesus faeces - holy shit I'll make a guitar plectrum from your skull if there's a bone to pick Try handle bars and die like Hogan's lip I've got a boot, I turned sideways, I rock jabronis with You hyped with your mouth, I'm at the side of your house (ssh) - right where Smokey shits Snub nose in my scruff clothes, eat shorts like Homer's kid Who was last seen in Tony's crib Looking like Scarface, in the last seen with Tony's crib That's my first round in, safe star blessed I've got two more rounds and plenty more space in my graveyard left Round 1: Tony D They said it wouldn't be a fair fight If I battled in Manny vers' Shotty I said I hear that Just means his people won't have that far to carry his body That's why I I'm standing here cocky You fucking with the wrong man This patch of stage, Islamic State Your head's coming off on cam God damn! This one I'm running wild So they gon' find this cats head in a bag on curry mile I don't care if we in your home town and habitat And it's your first match back and you jammed it pack with your fans an that That ain't a handicap chap Cause the plan I hatch was to shrink the planets map Show that it exactly matches the same dimensions of this stage where we're standing at Now this is my world, you find the Tone right at home Yeah imagine that, I came to shake man's city like arab cash I used to battle rap on street, this more of a stage show Typical city fan, to get ate he had to move from the main road So that pedestal you put him on, I knock him off Swinging Ricky Hatton haymakers, these punches body Shotts You got your head on a chopping block If Tone acts like he in the swing of things.. Its well executed and your nogin's off Why is everybody gassing this bottlejob Cause you put that together, then I light him up rags That's a Molotov A lit match and petrol potion, this clash the next explosion Big flash, the breddah toasted Dispatch with said opponent Impact, the second row where Chins crack, heads are swollen Ribs smash, legs are broken [?], his threads are smoking If you talking spitting raps This veteran goes and this chat just extra potent I step to you, run you, then keep it moving Bitch that's perpetual motion Don't let the brother front like he ain't already ducked me once The night I beat Def and cooked that turkey like sunday lunch I was basking in my glory, till these pair of fucking mugs Got on stage, made the announcement and stole all my thunder!.. Cunts! He was cool for a couple months Couldn't stomach it got bubble guts and concocted some cover up About how he got sucker punched You said you were drunk and in a state and got your cousin or your mate Who by the way, MMA fighter - rumbles in a cage To punch you in the face If its the truth you're fucking waste If its a lie shotty horroh sorry its up there with the greats Its different level Its - I did not have sexual relations with that woman Bill Clinton - level Its - They got weapons of mass destruction we gotta get em - level Its - Mark Duggan had a pistol so we had to hit him - level Its lies... And it remind me of a movie The great white was the star of that jaw story Unconvincing like Spielberg's rubber shark But you know what done your dance? Let tony remind ya, when them shots fired at shots fired got Shotts fired Cause Rowan ain't like ya You got online, sand in your swollen vagina Fuck Don't Flop this, fuck Don't Flop that Couldn't keep the emotion inside ya We saw the King Of the Dot footage All your commotion been cyber You act worse on the web than Toby Maguire in his role as a spider Plus the bloke is a liar And the reason is absurd to me We didn't battle cause you wanted to earn a fee and Didn't wanna work for free If you said that from the jump we would have understood you perfectly Instead he committed purgery to save face when I knows his fate, that's cosmetic surgery Why d'you do it Shotts? You really couldn't stop yourself? Well you see when you mek up them deh story You just look like a proper melt That's why I don't need to kill you cause you already topped yourself I don't need a crowd or a squad to help I sonned Adam from that dirt, he got bodied from that dirt Like I'm God himself Round 2: Shotty Horroh Yo, After my verse he was like Quick, team huddle we need a rebuttle I'm in deep trouble Gemini, Help me scheme something that means double Locksmyth, I know you got a name flip or a theme coming and Mr 13... Nothing Poisonous Poets or E & Daniels, I break down both your groups I'm like the German manager reserving stamina I'll take out Tony Kroos It ain't a game, one line would split toe like shinobi shoes I'm not your friend, I'm the foe To, try I.D I'll snap in front of your face like a photo booth That means try with those heavy hands, its metal bands cause That will be your Death Tone You got writers block, I came to write on blocks I ain't talking bout your head stone You got a way with killing words, I got a way with killing rappers like Suge Knight and death row So give the lord salutes, or its auto-tune We'll give T-pain, and correct Tone There's levels to this shit Different zones the distance shows If this is race, I don't mean race We're just different Tone How are you still champ? You got beat off Ark, Def, Chris and Osh I don't see T in that picture, unless it's with Kermit but That's none of my business though You said you're a star on top with the presents Fuck all that christmas flow But you can kiss the game goodbye when you're under this missile, Toe If we don't believe him, we question marks like Riddler's clothes They'll get the bam bam before we deuce We're too bigelow Bam bam, deuce, two bigelows Give me dough, I'll cut his mouth The docs are gonna need to give him a new cheek They said, Wyclef [?] I said I did it for a few g's Tone watch your tone cause if Toe squeeze in pumps Its new sneaks Stamp him like hot irons I'm branding old man like Bruce Lee, that's too deep Cause Brandon's old man was Bruce Lee For this weird diva with his cheerleaders screaming "Tell 'em tony!" And he keeps them around cause against Real Deal He felt very lonely and he couldn't get his head in focus If he doesn't have the fellas coaching He'll end up choking But when he's with them The buzz goes to his head and the pheromones are replaced by serotonin and That made him forget who the king of this era Tone in But when I finish killing him Meet me at the bar you're all buying drinks for me I drink for free, if not there will be a bar raucous and I will not miss the T This knife ain't a joke, I be like why so serious if you give me cheek Act lemon and get iced if you're not gonna watch your lip then T But lets talk about the schemes he's thieving Charlie Clips told you he bites bars Him in and John John would make a mean allegiance I mean we seen this against Oshea You had that 'title snatch' scheme and it was seeming decent But Illmac said that to Bender Only he said 'title taken' and 'Liam Neeson' And if you say you didn't see it, chill that Cause you referenced that exact battle at Set the Standard When you went against Illmac, that's real rap (fuck him! Fuck him! Prick!) Lets have him broken up Lets focus on each component that makes Tony up As far as bars, he's a poor man's version of Chilla Jones' stuff That image [?] is the D-n-n-nons He loves Hollow so much he stole his look Mannerisms, well he strokes his nose as much As Loaded Lux - have you noticed much? That's why you choke like your opponents holding you in a cobra clutch Cause you watch Smack battles And clone them all it'll come across tryna pose like a phony fuck But we know what's up cause It's hard remembering your bars when you can't remember who you are T reckons he's T-rex He needs his little Dot Mobb caressing his ass When he's projecting his bars well Yo tell them they watch me catch this body Then go back and pretend you was hard Or I can watch them catch this body When I leave this little fucking prick dead in their arms Bruv, don't ever try stare me down You should know your 4 foot nothing likkle ass isn't man enough to Wear my crown Second round in, safe star bless I got two more rounds.. One more round and Plenty more space in that graveyard left Round 2: Tony D Jesus Christ I'm like the second coming This like premature ejaculation A lot of Shotty's fans hearts gon' be aching and breaking When he herb gets smoked early That's waking and baking Either lose or lose bad That's the ultimatum you facing Right now he wish he never been born He Matt Damon as Jason He was counting on that hometown bias hype, you know My rounds you quiet like church mouse on a silent night His rounds - even the filler is getting twice the hype You try catch the win by pulling strings That only working if you flying kites That's why you die tonight Unless he got an optician that rock with him Is the only way to test the I and I cause Out-rhyming man, No That's an impossible task You still spitting I'm course advanced I'm on swallowing bars so face it That gas and air like an oxygen mask You know it's lights out This just a Shott in the dark It's a message to his fans You tell them all to stop jocking He ain't sick, he fake it Like when you call your boss coughing (ahem, hello) You think he dope with a pen? Have you heard his version of Jump Around? Shit banging right like unloading a skeng No, reload and focus again and don't let this joker pretend That whole flow ain't stole from Grafh Roman's Revenge Now that's too hip hop for some of you But if you know, you know That's why this cowboy getting spun like a do-si-do His punchlines, meh he good for a multi though Check Tony bro And my wins vs losses Shotty I'm Christian Slater doing very bad things Each scene I plotted body after body Shotty Are you nicer than me? What, cause you got more fans than me?... Naturally You actually pursue this for salary This something I do 3 times a year on a Saturday You confusing talent with popularity and I ain't with that shit Shotts Not as long as Pharoahe Monch ain't outselling Rick Ross You getting me pissed off I'll be clear about it too I'm like a bitter blind-man cause I don't wanna hear about them views Especially, since we're being truthful Shotts We'll attribute 80% of them views you got To the dark skin yout' with locks Who was rocking the gooners top The rest of your fan base considered lame Cause they between 12 and 15 And got 'MOSHteam' in their twitter name You getting slain, but they won't be okay with that They'll be the reason for that grey area When this white nose fade to black, I'm stating facts You can't live with me mate, I'm hitting the stage A class act - like a nativity play I'm booked for spitting them flames My English Lit, on fire I did the math Same direction but change course to drop science It's not the wisest move if he let his past battles fool him They elementary, university's for that real advanced schooling No, I said they elementary You need verse of T's for that real advanced schooling See I put him to the test They assess and then grade him But ask them what they say and then they mmm.. Change subject cause your art, history like cave paintings The ed you casing, private Schooling to the public you feel the tension I repeatedly wrote lines for punishment I'm tryna 3 rass nil your ass, still 2-1? Harsh deal, to a degree That's a pass still, No That's a parr still I long since graduated from your level fam I mean we the same school of thought But you following my lesson plan It's funny how this student and body is what the head had planned So if there's arms afoot You get tore so I won't leave you with a leg to stand All I knows is he just a next To lay waste at the veterans hands What I'm saying is this body gotta put him in a separate bag Round 3: Shotty Horroh Me and you? Type to smoke the full bag and Drink the whole bottle But there's a difference g I have no kids to feed I am nobody's role model E & Daniels oh it's not a crew it's a mixture Of brew and elixir I'm not condoning that whole motto That's so hollow You'd rather do cyphers and drink with them guys that you link Than spend time with your kids And that's some shit I don't follow I can see it, mini-tony approaching you Happy and vibrant laughing and smiling Tryna climb up your lap when your rhyming Till you push him back and decline him like "Don't bother dad when his writing!" Cause it's all about the show You know, clash of titans You need to write raps and practice the titan You haven't got time to waste on your family surviving You're on a champion's diet but Try to respect this Tony Your kids can't eat title defences Tony ( I feel for them) Look at these infant's guardian its like an infant guarding 'em How do you think they feel, you keep disregarding For drinks and partying, shit's disheartening Bitch fix your fathering I can't let you praise him Cause he's about 30 with about 30 bouts and them man never paid him He just raps to be famous, this is about reputation News flash There comes a time when a man has to hold up his hands and actually say that hasn't actually made it This is no longer just your time you're passing and wasting You need to be bringing back rashers of bacon For the clan you created You want them kids to say "No, my dad is the greatest" But nah, they're gonna say the father was a talent that was wasted That frazzled out and faded He put all his time into battle rap, so daddy hadn't raised em The papi was the pavement Its a shame you're so shameless Alcoholism, skin has been aging Liver solidification and other symptoms it gave him They see their old man curled up by the sink till he's sick in the bason Twitching and shaking Their only Christmas wish is [?] Father of the year Arteries hardened through marijuana and the beer Sat lethargic on his rear He's probably on that cocaine ghost train And too charlie to be near A young man's crying for his father, but nothing farther than his ear Your spaced out, looking like bambi in the headlights And I'm the car that's startling the deer You and your peers appear to be stars cause you peer at the stars And live by that garbage that you hear Wake up, Bright lights! The valley in the clear Epiphany, your kids just need the father to be near cause Rap's not working, time you should quit Tone Your little family need ya... Go home to your kids Tone But let's talk about that press conference He said he didn't even want the title He had that little arrogant speech, all smiles flashing his teeth Talking about your gonna give it up after you and Unanymous meet You even said you wanted to drop it after the battle with Leese Fast and discreet, you get to immaculate streak and say you haven't been beat But you never wanted that title anyway You're just happy battling guys you can savage in 3 That title's your protection so you don't have to travel the map and compete With the international scene See the real deal is, that Real Deal shit is something you still reinact in your dreams So you'd rather stay here and get easy wins Than battle someone you actually class as elite But listen, you're 5 years older than man Tony And I'm 28! They said it's better late than ever are kid But that's very late! Yo, listen putting your fingers up, like a dumb kid That's a fucking shame You came to Manny tryna floss like the king In a wooden chain You're in Manny now are kid! Look about a bit Even though it is a fucking wooden chain I'll get Take Note Tox to rap it round his fist And punch him the fuck out it Look where you are sunshine Make sure not to stare me down If you're wearing a wooden chain of Jesus looking like a member of ACDC You're never gonna wear a crown And the funniest thing about this whole shit is I'm bodying the fuck out of ya And only Locksmyth thinks you've won Look at him screaming, screaming The only one that thinks you've won And he's screaming, he's screaming "Please Tony, let me drink your cum!" Yo, listen stop talking You talk pure bowel Why don't you take yourself off the stage And wipe your fucking sweaty head with that fucking dusty towel (I dare ya, you will get kidnapped in this city. I fucking dare ya) 2 months, a month whatever With this little midget dissing me I don't give a fuck, I done zipped him 3 nil And me and him made history Don't Flop bitch! Round 3: Tony D I told Locksmyth he would mention this And he's proving it true But if I got God's head hanging from my neck What the fuck I do to you? And furthermore You talking about my kids That's a different palaver Bruv, It was so contradictory How can I fly around the world battling, and then still do my bit as a father? Battle rappers expose bios, its logical I don't care, wars fair So I don't care what they write with the pen in they palm In battle rap, I expose biological warfare I don't care when I write, I'm penning nepalm Cyanide soliloquies, my breath got that death smell when I exhale Poison lines going over heads like chemtrails Agent Orange orator You wanted you got a war It's too late to back out now Somebody lock the door Shock and awe I bring a holocaust to Shotty's door Bombs galore, rockets launch Blood guts and a lotta gore I've exposed what's inside and I really show you Horrohcore He bitch mate, that's his forte You see this diva act ain't staged He really play the broadway This Tony's award mate I win and he gotta know Its gon' be a real drag for man when I Rocky's horror show I didn't just come here to collect my check I'm strong-arming bars like a Flex bicep They voyeuristic, they came to see a next guy's death If they stairwell they see it happen step-by-step It's your funeral, coffins made Reef, preachers on his way It's good you got your people close by They gonna wanna pray Play gangsta to win and die behind bars like Ronnie Kray He thought that he had it in the bag and was on his way Until this thriller jack it and he thinking But this ain't Shotty-Day, Mkay... Mkay But it's De Ja vu, to when I was jamming on blocks I mean, my lines popping so I'm breaking down and bagging up Shotts And speaking of it, every song's about the zoots rolled So if you check every date on Adam's calendar He's too stoned And it leads to a pattern in your battles Ask the kids in the crowd You know them bits that he forgets and starts dicking around It's like last orders, and the bartender's kicking you out You got a full pint on the table, you weren't quick enough in swigging it down How is that applicable now, you ain't figured it out? Bruv, they call time in your bars cause you can't finish a round But they say Tony choke so often So Tone won't stop him, I don't pose no problem I'm special move stunning like Stone Cold Austin Picture me, ruining Shotts like I'm photobombing I don't care who I'm facing, Tone hits the pen and Blacks out behind bars like the aryan nation I'm airing you Ace And its getting air to the nation You clearly the favourite Them gambler guys got burned for their money Cause that bet is like your comeback A poor return for the money You on your job? I'm on my boss shit I'm making you work for it, money Cause you said you live for this, so it's gotta be troubling Shotty You getting comfortably boddied, in your hometown By a middle-aged man who does this for a hobby Whether it's that Poisonous legacy Or the champion pedigree From this point on, certain guys will remember me Cause I saw off Shotty like I'm Modifying weaponry I won't fall victim to Shotty's gimmicks Of course there's always space in your graveyard You don't ever put no bodies in it Except for Tommy Villus but He's a little walley ain't'he? (I'm a monstrosity!!) At centre-stage I show you how to end the game That hole you dug for Tony will forever stay an empty grave But if you get to dwelling on it, and you get dismayed Console yourself with this thought You didn't kill me, but at least your rent was paid