Rone vs. Okwerdz

[Round 1: Okwerdz] See tonight, Mayweather has something in common with me Cause neither one of us is fighting who you wanting to see Now being top tier takes experience and growing I put in blood sweat and tears over years for the moment Pen paid to get you near an opponent So like the movie, all it took was Deniro in Ronan/Rone in See, you ain't on my level, this major leagues soldier So you better use the hate from me to make it seem closer But y'all remember Mook's statement? If he says something okayish It'll sound 10 times better cause it's going against the greatest Well if any of y'all didn't believe his example That's pretty much the entire fucking theme for this battle And I already know what you'll write for me, it's quite corny Got and A&E documentary on my life story But if I did that to him...you know how dumb it would sound? Bitch your career wouldn't fill up a one minute round It'd be like, there once was a guy named Rone Who was known for battling He faced off with Charles Hamilton, and well...that's the end Yo...and that's the end And I don't care about your battle with that faggot impostor But why the FUCK where you AT a Charles Hamilton concert? They're not going to call this "A battle of monsters" They gon' label this a fan...rapping with Okwerdz And it's funny when the fans turn and they all hate you But I ain't tripping, they did the same shit to Lebron James too So it don't matter, it's easy to beat me if they all gon' hate me You'll just yell out "East coast" and they'll all go crazy But I prolly deserve that and it'll work greatly for you player But keep in mind the fans are gonna hate you for it later I promise that shit, listen Now, I don't give a fuck if you think that you hard on a beat Rapping hard for four bars isn't hard or unique But they say you can battle, you're hard in the street But if DNA can beat him how hard could it be? And how the fuck you went to college and you got this poor penmanship? I hate everything ABOUT YOU, how you form sentences The way that you're dressing in, your fucking sports references And the way your voice sounds when you give it more emphasis Time Go ahead [Round 1: Rone] So this the snack they gon' dangle in the cage with a Bengal This really isn't fair, I have too many angles You trying to dodge a Durango, I'ma leave him mangled And all they'll recognize is that bloody fucking Kangol He demanded unlimited and unjudged I said, "that's pussy, but make it happen" Pen said, "I need a main attraction" I said, "You got a trained assassin!" I said, "Pen" any terms that you offered him in You don't understand where my confidence is There is no way that Okwerdz can win I can write him a marathon or a sprint Unlimited versus me? That's like one on one Full court, like when is he gon' learn? Better yet it's one on one, full field, I'm running the kick returns So one move I can roast the kid but I'd rather take it slow for him So I can start coaching him and really rub his nose in it See, you made battle rap about coasts So just to get back at him I would turn the tables and I do so happily I could make indictments about the west whole battle scene Take your personal flaws chalk 'em up to Freshcoast faggotry See, this crowd deserves to crucify you And that's just being real today But I'ma ask 'em not to snap cause this is my kill to make See it's not about views, tiers, coasts, blogs, who's aggressive and who's clever It's about this stage today, Ok' and Rone and who's better It's not about some haters or the cake that it took for the match This that platinum toilet paper, I'm just too good for his ass I knew I'd have this phony murked before I ever wrote a verse But I wouldn't beat him dreaming so I said, "Let's go to work" So I said, "Fuck everything about him." From the addict to the basement." Fuck the shitty trucker spot where your parents got acquainted Fuck the drugs they were taking that explain how your face is Fuck the beers they were dranking, fuck the condom for breaking Fuck every baby sitter you had for successfully watching you For the doctor who delivered you for not dropping you Fuck everyone who follows you, your peeps and your homies Fuck everyone who likes you, even remotely Fuck your rhymes and schemes, your hype machine your legion of cronies And fuck every single fan that doesn't see that you're phony But if you ask Okwerdz, well he swears that he's the baddest He's practicing poses in the mirror, yeah he swears that he's a savage You rile him up, he's wilding out and when he gets the maddest He storms to his computer room and...types that you're a faggot Well, I'll use some terms that you understand You are such a faggot But even you had a chance to prove that you got active You told Hollow not to cross a line acting like you'd smack him Then Hollow went and crossed the line and wow, nothing happened Yo, you've been to New York before I'm not acting like it didn't happen But you wasn't talking reckless about The Apple back then If you'd have been a man about it they might even fight fair You won't know it cause he won't show it, but you've been having nightmares You love calling people faggots like you never type scared But what would you say if Matt Hoffa was right there? Yo I'm ad hominem, oxing him, yeah I'm taking his oxygen Body him in NY, yeah I'll Team HOMI him You went from trying to battle Mook to Lux, to Matt to Verb, to me? Either you're lowering your standards or I'm a motherfucking beast But shit, there's vets in the west at a level you can't touch Dudes here like Money Bags will get you bagged up Roosevelt would take you to school as a sack lunch Shit, you would get smacked up by Prophit's half black son Yo, in the midwest too, you couldn't beat Big Kannon Shit, let's be real you couldn't beat Nick Cannon You trying to be a bully, I'm calling him Biff Tannen Don't know what he's yelling about he's Brick Tamland Yo, you've been battling for over a decade Son, it's truly a disgrace If I'm battling in 2021, someone shoot me in the face! I've been doing this for TWO YEARS and we on the same stage kid This isn't where the pay is, this isn't where the fame is So Okwerdz gotta face it Every battle that you take is another indication You'll never fucking make it [Round 2: Okwerdz] Now my name just confess you mentioned Cause you getting less attention Grind Time's in the mess you left in I'm about to resurrect it Everything I said I meant it So fuck if you get offended After this battle, Daniel Tosh gon' need Web Redemption See, he claim he from Philly but from what I have found He's from suburb surrounding called Montgomery County 80% white people, how lovely sounding I hear Huntington's Valley Country Club is astounding So stop biting Sway's flow and jocking Cassidy son And start fucking repping where you're ACTUALLY FROM See I knew he wasn't really from Philly at all And when you did this with your voice you sound like Nicki Minaj And I would say you're killing me Smalls But you look more like the stepdad from Liar Liar trying to give me the claw Right? Dead fucking on See, I went from killing T-Rex, making him a small issue Now I'm battling the chicken T-Rex evolved into See you a Sigel type of rapper and your beak looks like an antler This is the first time you see a bird get eaten by a cracker So don't try to act like you violent soldier Motherfucker you live on a pirate's shoulder And my 2 on 2's in Europe weren't my sickest but You did three with Real Deal and young ZM that sucked I did three in ten days and we ripped 'em up So when you can do that then I'll give a fuck See you need to call ZM, get your situation fixed up Stop fucking Real and Fresco's relationship up Cause they'll be together forever, I know it's getting to your pride But Trevor never loved you he just hits it on the side And we know Fresco ain't had a scrap in his life But I'm still pretty sure he'd beat yo' ass in a fight Yeah, you know what's up you bony fuck Every time he rhymes he holds his nose as much as Loaded Lux Either that or he just sniffed a whole eight ball line And he thinks he's at the game calling baseball signs But I swear if Poison Pen gets the most promotion for his paper Cause Adam battles and does voiceovers for the trailers So when you told Troy Brown his voice sounds like an auctioneer I couldn't help but think, "Damn, there's something ironic here." Cause either you're doing a Bone Thugs rehearsal Or you're the guy that says the side effects after every drug commercial Fuck the world You probably wanna hold Soul Khan at knife point Cause you're sick of being number two golden white boy And that was my verse so I'ma freestyle cause he ain't ready Why the fuck is this lame dressing like Wayne Gretzky? Faggot, you're a pathetic fag, I'll put you zipped up in a leather bag You're not winning this race cause you're wearing a checked flag And you're a fucking bitch pal I hated snap backs the first time they were in style so I REALLY hate that shit now Faggot sit down, it's unlimited, there's no time limit So I'm gonna rap until I'm finished And that's how it goes within the Pay Per View But too bad nobody's gonna pay for you Fuck it, go ahead [Round 2: Rone] I said, his raps are too feeble, I'm coming for Brian Peeples And if i fucking need to I'm coming Brian's peoples Any of Brian's students, any of Brian's pupils He's not made for this shit, look at Brian's pupils Beating Brian's kind of easy so how's Brian gonna beat me I'm Adam Morrison at 'Zaga, Brian is Brian Scalabrine So, get what I'm saying, you're a bench player So, stick in your lane, play that bench player Yo, you have no bars If you were a phone company, all the calls would be dropped right now If you're a prison, all the inmates would walk right out You have no BARS And that rapping style, it's always the same shit Writing free, battle beat, it's always the same shit First Rex, he said he'd change shit I was like, "Okay sick" He starts rapping and goddamn it, it was the same shit Well most battle rappers suck at music you are not one of the outliers If people say they fuck with yours, I'm calling you out, liars You a man acting bitch, Mrs. Doubtfire Always calling out names, he the town crier Plus your sideburns look like Wolverine fucked one of the Outsiders See, judging from your mutton chops, your girl has a muffin top So every time you fuck her Ok', her buttons pop and stomach flops But I be at that bitch house cause she got a big mouth So guaranteed I'ma bust, yeah you can call me Tim Couch I could call this guy a ferry, like he's Tyler Perry But you look like Guy Fieri so much it's kind of scary Your self worth? I'ma batter it Your self confidence? I'ma shatter it This battle's gon' be the reason that Okwerdz get's fat again [Okwerdz] That was fucking good [Rone] No shit! I think I know why he's so pissed He got skinny but he still can't see his own dick And I think I know why he wears that baggy ass shit Cause underneath your clothes you got some saggy ass skin Like, a pussy on your stomach, yeah you have that Well that's a pussy on a pussy get him Tampax Yeah I rock snap backs, you can't have that But when you stretch your extra skin it probably snap back I've heard a million fucking stories about him acting like an A lister Making demands, everything from grapes swishers to steak dinners After hearing all that, I don't respect him a sliver He's been acting like a diva, someone get him a Snickers There should be a diva Mount Rushmore your head is resting on Along with Celine Dion, Gloria Estefan and Elton John When I see him spit, I think, "Damn it, he and his clique average" As far as diva's he's established his status as Trish Stratrus So Okwerdz is the female version of a hustler You yellow as mustard, in need of a muffler If he's on fire I might see what pee I can muster Then say, "fuck it let it burn" like I was Usher You softer than custard But me cussing on cuts make him think he's a big bad wolf With all that huffing and puffing the way that he talk You would think he the baddest thing coming When it comes time to eat you know he doesn't touch nothing Son, you about the as rugged as a penguin or puffin Marshmallows or muffins or teddy bears fucking You Winnie The Pooh cousin You Paddington's Bear's button Your father is McLovin your mother is McMuffin [Okwerdz] He's hungry [Rone] He'll be the first girl I hit, but I'll do this shit in public I'll give this woman rights then I'll chalk it up to suffrage Yo, you a nerd in this league, I'm a surgical beast Murdering me is like trying to fucking herd a machine I'm a fucking Senturion, whipping a Delorean Sent to kill a man who's obsessed with the orient You had a kung-fu themed mixtape but now you fucking with the boss So rush ours/Rush Hour, see Fists Of Fury Shit we could Rumble In The Bronx Yo, you a grown man, that wants to be a gangster so bad That he watches Behind Bars and Gangland with a notepad You called Arsonol a "fag" then gave him a dick to dick hug with no hesitation So if a white guy can't get a fair match in a black league, is that segregation? But Smack finally might let you battle so now you on cloud nine The way that he's been begging, I'm thinking, "about time" If they would've told you to jump you would've said, "how high?" If they said, "open up your mouth" you would've said, "how wide?" Every time you spit a verse they know they fucking with a nerd You the face of Grind Time Now cousin that's absurd You didn't earn it money, it's the money that you earn If you the figurehead they got I'm the one that they deserve Go ahead, spit that dumb shit [Round 3: Okwerdz] See I'm getting kind of tired of rapping with dude If I'm a diva then why the fuck am I battling you? See I'll out write you, but out white you? Nah, that'd be a dumb attempt for me Cause I hate white dudes like you and I'd do it unsuccessfully So fuck your tofu, Whole Foods, lattes, mayonnaise Bad mitten, bad rhythm, ultimate Frisbee and anything involving a ten speed Fuck tree climbing, recycling, right wings and any other stereotypical white thing And you a college grad with the tools for a job now So it's ironic that you're getting schooled by a drop out Hold up. Hold the fuck on man. Chill the fuck out for a second. Don't talk while I'm rapping. You getting schooled by a drop out... {Crowd starts cheering} Well fuck everyone of you damn Rone groupies That paid 30 dollars to come here to boo me Fuck this shit They get so mad when Freshcoast cats cheer for me Y'all act like I'm Supa Hot Fire in the battle rap parody But if you actually watching the matches Everything good, Rex, Ars' and Hollow was rapping all got a reaction So can all of these faggots please get off it He even came to California and beat Kid Caustic I mean, what the fuck is that shit? See... {Crowd starts cheering} [Round 3: Rone] You buffoon You're getting red in the face, what you doing in here? You're cartoon I half expect steam to shoot from his ears You're like a TV police chief getting madder than shit At his desk slamming his fist like, "I'll have your badges for this!" Or like the football coach who fucks with the kids to get under their skin Like, "Run it RIGHT this time or you gon' run it again!" Yo, you think you coming up with crazy schemes, like you a mad scientist But you bitch and whine too much, I'ma call you a "sad cryingtist" Okwerdz, I could beat you if I used a haiku Nobody likes you You were told that you had friends But you were lied to So what the fuck you think Ok'? I think you need a skin doc cause that shit's got pink spots That look like a Rorschach ink blot Plus you on some ungodly level ugly type shit On some, I don't think a woman would ever love me type shit Well a banging body is a must for me, I'm all about face But when bad bitches see you they all about-face And if I'm getting birds you know I'm murder it right? And if he's getting buns he grilling burgers tonight But when you see me slapping cheeks of that heavenly caliber He gon' slap his cheeks, Kevin McCallister Yo, you got your name at open mic nights They thought he was just some random rocker He hit the stage, the DJ said, "Well, that was awkward" See, I don't do shit but live up to the hype All you do is shows where the customer's like When I'm under the lights I'm disgustingly nice This is the first awkward/Okwerd thing I've ever done in my life See I'm a step ahead when I put my foot down today for real So you on shaky footing when you try to play the heel Try to kick it or step to me, well your soul is mine Cause you gonna get nailed if you toe the line See, you ain't got a rabbit or a little fucking magic hat But you look a little country so I'll lay this rascal flat/Rascal Flatt He gets awfully loud so I offered him out See what Okwerdz about and catch Ok' in a bout He was talking a lot but get talkative now And watch Oscar the Grouch get socked in the mouth Diz' took you piggy backing through Europe But what's a tragedy to me Cause even then you're like Michael Bay You need a disaster/Dizaster to succeed He's a washed ass cracker Soft ass cracker Never can admit it when he lost ass cracker Yo, look at him once, you can tell that he's the type to square up and get laced with a scheming right He's out cold at the start of a freaking fight But wakes up being like, "I beat him right?" Yo, you can think that you're the leader, please believe what you want This event's Follow The Leader, you're not a leader to us I'll give Follow The Leader a new meaning because It's easy when the leader's leaking a liter of blood My squad will decorate your damn jaw if they let they hands off You'd think that Club Revel just got hit with a flash mob Yo, you can't fathom how I have it coward Laughing now and laughing louder All I do is take cheap shots like I was out at happy hour But if y'all tried taking a shot for every name that he drops After three rounds of his dick riding, y'all won't be able to walk You co-sign everyone you've ever met You really think that Tech N9ne is bragging dawg like "Yeah, I did a track with Ok', the battle god, that's gonna put me back on top" Try that shit around here, you get no level of respect Just a finger in your face just like you did to Plex You little bitch, you hypocrite, you really ain't about shit You would make fun of my clothes if we were in the same outfit So if your big homies make hits for Cube and Snoop How come none of those hits don't ever trickle down to you? And if the most important thing to him is hits on youtube How come you and G. Rap just got 12,000 views? You said seven rounds to every battle, now that's a tough pill to swallow Cause ain't you pussy out of that fourth round with Hollow? Oh, now you want to limit it but ain't it you that said "Two minutes ain't impressive. You'd just put us all to bed"? You've done so much dumb shit, really Brian I can't skip it You making no one money so how he demand interest? Pricing yourself out of leagues, burning all your damn bridges And you the one talking 'bout wack bitches and bad business But "we got a gold plaque" runs through his head on repeat The Hilltop Hoods would hear that like, "What the fuck you mean "we"?" You brandish that plague like you an O.G One verse on one track and that's how it's gon' be? Taking credit like you the one that do the whole thing Son, even cheer leaders get Super Bowl rings Yo, another blog, another Tweet No one's fucking with that It's clear it's just smoke and mirrors All that stuff is just wack So after all we hearing, no one's fucking with that So stop crying Brian, shut the fuck up and rap I made a carcass of him with all the bars that I spit Because dissing the east coast ain't a marginal diss So you started some shit and then got charred to a crisp Well goddamn it Okwerdz, ain't karma a bitch