Unanymous vs Charron (Round Two)

[Unanymous] Came to lay the smackdown This is the rap round I don't mind if when I bring up his personal life I don't a reaction Just as long as they ain't complaining when I get on my rap shit Bitch you ain't getting any advances Just your genetics would balance I've never been average, expert mechanics I try to reach high up and better the status I'm talking legends collapsing, beheadings and caskets I'll put him to sleep like elephant tranqs and blowing darts With [?] broken hearts with ventricles damaged [?] rap shit, that rest in the hands of a deadly assassin My tongue is a safety button and my skeletal fragments act as weapon attachments Now what you shouldn't do, is assume we're even 'Cos there's a few between us What you need to do is stand at attention and salute your leader I see your new to this I'll tutor him Old School like Duke Nukem You'll feel like [?] You're weak and you were a waste of human semen Now they put you against an elusive demon Supreme [?] seems to abuse this useless fiend What I mean is, if you were squeamish You could leave the room and scream for truce 'Cos I'mma leave him bruised and beaten with what I do this evening Your death could be illustrated A storyboard for a snuff flick I'll kill him with the picture painted I don't think the way you spit is great I think it's basic So to begin today, I'mma just give displays Of a quicker wit and slicker cadence Whilst I pull silly faces at this kid and play with different phrases Unanymous is king I determine whether or not he's a or a myth While my punches lining up and he can block Glocks for one shot No banana for a clip More like an Orang Utan 'cos I can swing as fast as he could flip He got his credit card confiscated after he crashed his mother's whip And now the car's gone you can't find a slag to suck your dick So you spend time in your sister's cupboard discovering panties you can sniff [?] How are you standing up to this? You don't even stand up when you piss You're such a faggot that you sit and orgasm when you shit I'll straight baboon this drop and Organik’s baby you’ll get throttled that you'll get throttled Your greasy face looks like you washed with bacon strips and waffles Tell the truth bitch, you're a virgin You ain't been butt-naked with a model When I was stretching girls out, checking whether they could take it to the tonsils This fucking twat was at summer camp playing spin the bottle You'll always play spin the bottle 'cos you're a pussy bruv Listen, I don't give a fuck, I came to rip it up I'm smoother than Keith Sweat I might have no swagger and I'm fat but at least I'm not wearing a fucking V-neck So you said I never come off the head Not when your girl sucks me anyway I don't give a fuck, pussy tastes sweeter than lemonade She let me penetrate for seven days I got deep up inside her You see my t shirt? I'll turn you to raw meat 'cos even the back of it says I woulda Tor C Listen, Canada's battling me might've heightened the scene but I don't care mate Once this dumb fruit gets up-rooted, his situation will go pear-shaped Shit I'll turn into a vegetable if he wants to compare weights So just 'cos you're Organik's product product doesn't mean that this'll be a fair trade [Charron] Yo, Tor-C He talks about the back of his shirt like he's hard as fuck T-O-R-C: Tommy's Obviously A Retarded Cunt I do play spin the bottle With fitness models That's right man, when it comes to pussy when they girls show it, it ain't nice man I mean you say 'What's that?' More than Mr. 13's hype-man And he wants to diss my shirt like I'd be embarrassed Bruv, you actually have to have a neck to wear this I look like Brad Pitt beside you And I'd like to mention, I cried so much when you ate too much in Se7en You went soft on Shotty, I don't care if that guy's your brederen The more I kill someone the more I respect them Had HFK dying 'til the final second I put my own dog put down like Will Smith in 'I Am Legend' You have a hero and mimic that guy's aggression You're a fake disaster like 9/11 You stare in the mirror and scream 'Disaster's the man If anyone fan beat him, Unanymous can' One night he came home with blood on his hands And his mum said 'What happened, Unam?' 'Aw man, fucking Canibus fans!' Tommy ain't ready I brought the confetti He lost this already Then he's Xed off the roster Tommy don't tempt me, don't be [?] to get me Like Tommy Vicetti when he steps of the chopper Came to the UK 'cos the medicine's stronger Have you seeing stars all day like celebrity stalkers Try to escape, I'm letting you wander Catch you on the run like a Chechnian bomber In the trenches so long I got a medal of honour I don't care if you're dead from the slaughter I'll keep on feasting on you like Jeffery Dalmer All you do is scream but my bars are stronger I'll shut you up if you start to holler like a barking collar Sparking thoughts like arson plotters Heartless monster, smart as Harvard scholars Rocket launcher armed like Carson Palmer Start to conquer, armies like a carbon copy Sergeant Slaughter Okay, morbid, stabbing a victim with a sword I'm very consistent Extraordinary incisions before a corpse is buried I'm with it like a mortuary assistant I might spaz if Unan shouts So watch your ass like you're sleeping at Two-Can's house You battle Soul in a random league, who filled your head with grandeur Eurgh laid the blueprint, imitators can't throw events that matter Don't Flop made you who you are and set the standards DFAFD's a pallindrome, how did you get it backwards? I realise you went there to get some Guap 4000 views in five weeks - it was barely even watched It lowered your value, it was there but then it dropped You live on a farm I thought you'd care about your stock