[Round 1: Laugh N Stalk]
You know how I can tell you're scared? That pale expression
A skin type this white probably comes with a Yale acceptance
When you act tougher, it's lackluster, just 3 rounds of frail aggression
And If you can't see that its fine, you see I'm coming from a male's perspective
Plus i'm moving paper, like a music major, and if you fail to get it
It means I'm pushing keys that lead to higher notes, that's called a scale progression
Plus I flew here on a new Leer, you can say the paper trail's expensive
But if I traveled for iBattle i'd make sure you and Dale got dented
(That's a reference to Dale Denton's cousin)
What's up pussy?!
So this is it, huh? Red flag in the flesh
When he shifts into mean mode he's average at best
I have a style that can stand with the vets
You have a style that says you're a fan of Tourettes
See he's battle because in life you've been withstanding neglect
So I'm here to son him against his will and get that stepdad respect
You bitch made, shipmate, if this The Wave then man the deck
Lets get shit straight, this ain't click bait, you will believe what will happen next
Plus this man actually said "I shoot like I tweet, I'm a savage with the TECs (texts)"
Am I lying?

[Red Flag]
Yes

[Laugh N Stalk]
Shit, you just haven't said it yet
I'm here to make Red Flag nervous, and Jackson Yates panic
Change your name, you stay the same still act like a straight flaggot
Face facts, your face cracks won't make what you say happen
You came prepared for facial hair I can bank on you safe stashin
Plus I'm not gonna call your girl trash, I would call her a waste basket
Cause her poor (pore) decisions with dick has her dabbled in face maskin'
See I know how to talk to girls you just chat in a lame fashion
The only time you'd have a woman's arms around you, is if you were wrapped in a straight jacket
Y'all think Brett's fearin Ed Sheerin?
I am not adhering to his rap hearin'
Take all of your friends cheering, turn this brawl into a bench clearin'
You are are too endearin' to make me think the ends nearin'
Cause the next round might get ugly and I assure you that's just the head rearin'
Free Farrell
[Round 1: Red Flag]
Laugh Hoffa
They tried to match me and Math for this
He said, “Ey, that dude Flag legit”
They said, “Yep, that is accurate”
I said, “Woo! Day 1 Mass is lit”
... And for obvious reasons, I was moved to the day after it
I ain’t mad at him, I finally got one where I can relax a bit
‘Bout time
We’ll have a classic quick, and I won’t have to attack the kid
We can sit back and laugh ‘til we forget that we’re battlin’
So listen the fuck up, you worthless sack of shit
It took a long time for them to pick a nerd to let me kill
I said I wanted someone sick, not terminally ill
That’s right, god damn it, Brett, I’m up in your face
I’m mad as hell if you couldn’t tell, you got some stuff to explain
I don’t give a fuck what you say, ain’t nothin’ as sus' as your name
“Laugh N’ Stalk”
What’d you pick that over Chuckle N’ Rape?
Saurus called you Dallas Buyers Club McConaughey
That was a long night- ah, right, long flight
You look like McConaughey rockin’ neo-Nazi chic like “alt-right, alt-right, alt-ri-ight”
Nah, he’s a nice guy, I mean really
The kind that be chillin’ because violence is silly
When a battler starts followin’ me on Twitter, usually means he’s tryin’ to kill me
He’s been following me... from a distance, I think he’s really trying to kill me
Definitely the type to spy on his neighbors
He’ll find a free sample cart and try all the flavors
Am I gonna make it?
Yo, my life is in danger
I should have kept my lips sealed, like when white people smile at strangers
Psych
I ain’t worried ‘bout the bodies that you hide in your basement, bitch
That serial killer lifestyle, well, I can relate to it
Far as punchin’, I will not stop, I’m tryin’ to cave your shit
‘Til Stalk (stock) drop like mine did for takin’ this
Chop chop
I ain’t in a hurry, I’m swingin’ a hatchet, I’m wildin’
Lop off his legs, cut off his arms, sever his head, I’m Stalk (stock)-pilin’
Random:
I hate when people bring up immediate family, but I heard your third cousin twice removed neck game crazy
So I called her ass up to see
And made a snap judgment it ain’t all it’s cracked up to be
Wasn’t feelin’ the dome at all, so I wrote her off
Told her stay in her lane ‘less three holes involved like a bowlin’ ball
Oh my God
I’m sorry for all this mean stuff
It’s just what I fuck with the most
I barely left any room for knife bars, my bad for cuttin’ it close
[Round 1: Laugh N Stalk]
Where'd you get your law degree, the Dollar Tree?
This ain't a battle, its a plea deal, just a compromising offering
You're a rapping lawyer
That's so tight
That truly doesn't bother me
I've caught bodies and cases so Johnny Glockrin isn't stopping me
See I got big homies in county, little homies in state with the lights out
Smaller homies in federal and baby homies that stay in time out
I don't fuck with your crew, cause I don't know what that snake life about
Last time I met one of you, I turned em into boots I got on stage right now
It's Ruin Your Day, yeah we're the boys they're fuckin with
But you write for battlerap.com though....you can suck a dick
You ever been so bad at your job that you don't get fired, your boss just up and quits?
Well he's the reason "Battle Rap" Chris now doesn't exist
Cause Red here is their editor, except he calls himself the Red-itor
Inn his downtime he's a Redditor
He's a Smash Brothers competitor, smash brothers on the regular
I flew here on expenditure that's a hot business trip
You skate guys on Facetime landing long distance tricks
You can say whatever you want about me I do not give a shit
Because if its ridin' a switch or turning dimes to a brick
Your grinding is terrible and you are not nice with flips
You want some advice? Quit
But tell me, this how Brooklyn do?
Every time I look at you I see that dumbass face you made when Gully started bookin' you
If you wanna scrap, I'm on with that, the crowd can watch me bookin' you
You laying down the law, boy?
I came to lay down the law boy and throw the fuckin' book at you
They say that knowledge is power, when I first saw you rap I just wanted to murder you
They also say that ignorance is bliss, and I just wish I could go back to before I ever heard of you
I know it's weird I talk different, you can go ahead and persecute
You said you were gonna talk to my soul
You're a ginger, you wouldn't know what words to use
[Round 2: Red Flag]
Why does everyone assume I do criminal law, I'm not going to represent you
That shit is way above my pay grade
And even if it wasn't I couldn't defend a rape case
Laugh N’ Stalk
Not a name you expect to see at the top
‘Less it’s a GZ card, he headlines that a lot
When they offered this, I said, “SURE”
My caps were on
Should have told ‘em to talk to the hand like an Apple Watch
He’s trash? Wish I could turn back the clock ‘cause that’s a shock
It’s lookin’ bad for Stalk (stock), that’s a cattle prod
The Rolly like indecent exposure how it’s flashin’, aw
The wrist nasty like when a cast comes off
You the type to yap and bark but won’t go past your lawn
I step to this bitch now, he sit down, I don’t have to talk, I’m a master, dog
Who you clappin’, Stalk?
Your bars got more sticks and drums than a Latin song
Well, after stabbin’ Stalk, I’ll grab the stock and paint his Apple different colors like the original Macintosh
While your bae watch (Bay Watch), then I’m bustin’ down her walls like Hasselhoff
My bad, my fault
His music that I’ve never heard and might not actually exist? Slappin’, y’all
Nah, it ruins every show, cut that Laugh track off
I bet you got hooks and lines like a tackle box
Or rounds that wake people up like Adderall
Bars like that? That’s Laugh N’ Stalk when the mask is off
But he’s funny, so when Laugh is off, we just laugh it off
See, it’s like basketball
Just kidding, that reference was random like all of your tactics are
When you’re at a bar, do you just stand in darkness and wait for a chick to actually stalk
Or do you invite her over like, “This is my house... and my car?”
Backseat full of trash, but you a savage, dawg
Get you some fur in the trunk like a mastodon
Get your minimal standards on
Get hit by a car, settle, and get your Lambo on
You could make Billions crossin’ roads like Bobby Axelrod
Trust me, I’m a lawyer, that’s my job
Damn it, Stalk
Remember the time- nay, times you actually had some stock?
Reminded me of South Park, “Okay, good battle, getting some buzz going- annnd it’s gone”
God damn it, Stalk
You missed out on the gift like Christmas Eve when we all have to shop
Sometimes you get lucky, one left on the shelf before they trash the spot
You walk away thankin’ God, remember that as I cap this off
I bring three rounds to every battle, and I’m ‘bout to put the last in Stalk (stock)

[Round 3: Laugh N Stalk]
I'll admit, I've watched your battles...enough...to need a drink
And naming your self Red is a... tough.... version of P!nk
Some say you're the shit.... because... you kinda stink
And real ones say i'm the GOAT... and the scrubs.... I haven't heard (herd) what they think
But I'll be honest with you man, you rap quite well
I mean, for somebody rocking with a frat guy smell
The type a guy if I asked "Who has the drugs around here?" you'd go "Huh, I've been wondering that myself."
With your fuckin' Mario Kart weapons, I mean you're a dude who can rhyme swell
But "I'll stab you when I shoot you like I'm using a spiked shell"
I hope this dude fries in Hell
See he can swing a steel pipe, real nice
He conceals knives, that are eel sized
But it wasn't til he was on Tumblr, and he saw the phrase "real lies realize real eyes"
That he got a plane, jumped on No Coast stage and said "Wow, so this is what a real fight feels like."
I don't know about y'all but just knowin' that gives me chills guys
You see it's like you don't know what your saying, but have outstanding speech
You're a student of the game who can't outclass the teach
Your hunger will get you killed, that's a mouse trap with cheese
I'm like the center of your back, you're not washing me no matter how much you reach
I make sure every shot is exact, I got the jigger pouring, trigger warning
Magazine extended I just want to tell a bigger story
You can always count on Stalk (stock) I'm doing inventory
Your fans are the worst part about you like your Rick & Morty
Your entendres land with the fiercest of retards, you really know how to get it done
But your whips always leave people pissed like a hit and run
Your deadliest weapon is a pair of angry Twitter thumbs
It's like you grew out of your awkward phase, and right into a bigger one
Don't think cause I accepted this it means that you're that hard
You're a spoiled kid, I just came over to swing in your backyard
If I've only said it once I haven't said it enough
Rappers acting tough and yet they step with a crutch
Some people say bars over jokes well that's subjective as fuck
Cause all it means it others jokers just aren't clever enough

[Round 3: Red Flag]
Okay, yeah but...
I talk different, like my root canal went horribly
Nah, I talk different, like you around minorities
You lost to MC Dammit? How long ago?
At best, it must be a week
That’s two gingers back to back like Adventures of Pete and Pete
Game over
This my house now, in a minute I’ll be asleep
On your couch, and I ain’t even clean my cleats
I’ll call all you bitches out in one verse like “Freek-A-Leek”
It’s Yung Heelflip, the one Dan regret bein’ merc’d by
Since my first fight and battle, been landin’ everything first try
Think I’m a flash in the pan ‘til I cookin' Stalk, yeah, I’m cheffin’ some stir fry
The only GZ movin’ PCP, pedalin’ dust like revvin’ a dirt bike
I’m puttin’ on a clinic, ‘cause you somethin’ a little less than dope like methadone
I looked at your glass jaw, then your nose like, “How can I connect with both?”
One, two, one, two, I set some goals, I guess you could say I really went for broke
Listen, Ned Flanders
I’ll cave your chest like breast cancer since you been on some Simpsons shit
Which hasn’t been good since season five, and your pedo vibe isn’t fixin’ it
You been fuckin’ kids up from a young age like a prescription for Ritalin
He like, “I didn’t diddle the kids, neighborino, I diddly-diddled them”
Alright, alright Buffalo Bill Collector
We can talk facial hair now, it’s not lookin’ good for you though
You look like a good example of exactly why someone shouldn’t shoot dope
Faces of meth, Angel of Death how I’m cookin’ dude- yo
You killin’ hookers too, bro?
Look at you go
Y’all watchin’ a rookie turn pro versus the worst kind of veteran
You was destined to be a card filler since the first time they let you in
Six GZ- Six GZs?
I did a GZ last month, he’d do two GZ's, at once
He’s a GZ vet, he’s got fuckin’ PTSD for GZ's
Nah, but in truth, it’s dudes like you who make KOTD the best league
You happy to be here, they can put you vs. a legend or against me
The offered this to me and instantly, I was happy with that
Salute the dude who’s boxed with legends puttin’ Flag on the map
Yeah, he’s done six GZ's, but he’s pushin’ this M4SS shit forward
He bleeds this scene, PPV and a battle for us
Maybe in your mind, your own word fights aren’t that important
Whatever it is, you for the culture, and we thank you for it