[Round 1: HFK]
Let me start by saying this battle got off on the wrong foot
The other night he was chatting up the cutest brunette
And she was like, "Fuck dinner and a movie, I'll just give you the pussy instead"
And right when she was about to hook up dude with some head
And he was fully erect
She took her mask off and it was me, like, "Sorry B, I'm just pulling your leg"
See, rappers like Daze never get any hard reaction
So they always hate on the funny guys who got you laughing
But you ain't no real rapper, man, so stop the bragging
And how am I the comedian when you're the one who walks exactly like Charlie Chaplin
When he goes jogging, even the cockroaches are passing him
I hear Good Life Fitness gives a 50% off membership to fags like him
'cause they only use half the gym
So me and homeboy were kicking it at my crib, drinking some Henessy
Chilling with us were a couple sexy Gs
But as soon as they got up and went to pee
He started massaging my back sexually, like, "Oh jeez, I thought they'd never leave"
He tried joining a soccer team in the hopes to get better
But he got rejected as soon as he walked in and said, "I can only do headers"
You don't stand a chance, bitch
When I found out we were battling I had to laugh quick
'cause this is like putting an avalanche versus the cabbage patch kid
You're always choking and stumbling on some faggot ass shit
Your battles have more fucks up than the end of a Jackie Chan flick
Hey guys, yesterday he didn't have such a great time
'cause he got pulled over sober in the daytime
And caught a DUI for failing to walk in a straight line
This motherfucker battled me not knowing it be causing him harm
Sure you could battle HFK, but it's gonna cost you an arm and a l--, it's gonna cost you an arm
You finally got yourself a top tier opponent so you should not complain
Instead you should feel honored and privileged I even dropped your name
Now a lot of y'all might feel that these cripple jokes are awfully lame and that they're all the same
But I just wanna make sure that when he loses, he feels extra embarrassed doing the walk of shame
Ice!
[Round 1: Jus Daze]
It's my King of the Dot debut, it's time to go hard
And spit bar after bar that'll make ya be like "Oh God"
So...Hardy Har to this comedian and those who think I can't Beat FK
Cause what's funny to me, is that everyone you beat is still considered more Elite, FK
It's your Assasination Day at the semi-final, Grand Prix FK
So when I show him this Iron Man, it'll prove you ain't a G-FK
My "Faster Blade", won't leave you "Mighty Healthy"...so "Stay True"
I could have battled Supreme Clientele, but "All That I got Is You"
Since we on the Wu, your bitch pussy smells like "Fish"
Fuck a "Box in Hand", I keep two Eagles on the wrist
Ready to spit and land shots to the back of your face
That'll make you take flight, now you're Ghost...JFK
I know Toronto...my legs....but what is he gonna say?
He'll manage to WORKOUT the same ROUTINE trying to get me BENT OUT OF SHAPE
But I don't LUNGE the out the way, So don't get PHYSICAL aak
Cause When it comes to being BOWLEG, you know SQUAT
You gonna say I do steroids? That'll get you SHOT
And leave your body DEAD lifted, back up, to be put in a plot
You ain't STRONG enough to walk my shoes...a half a block
Cause you ain't got the HEART to PUSH past limits without A SPOT
So keep if you reppin the wrong way, I got a pump'll that'll give you shakes and make you sweat
And when I shoot, it's like a bench press, it gets weight off my chest
And Battle rap is like the porn industry...everyone FUCKING know each other
Behind the scenes blow each other
But on camera expose each other
Some are really fuckin raw on the scene...like NO RUBBER
But you're more ass than Pinky and sound faker rapping than Brian Pumper
Fuckin Gunther, I came to your Homeland, but I'm a terrorist threat
And just cause you look like DJ Khaled, it don't mean "You the best"
He'll backstab his fam, and drop names for fame
20 battles in KOTD and still don't got a chance to rock the chain
It's cause you're a lame..
You've paid dues to these dudes, flowing and stuff
You've had to swallow so much shit about the chain, no wonder it goes to your gut
You battle rap slut...you have no pride or dignity shown
You're a fat fuckin joke, which is WHY you ain't "FIT for the throne"
And he's prolly gonna try to beat me with the same old approach
But no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES
[Round 2: HFK]
Round two, it's time to put your best foot forward
I heard your music, Daze, those tracks are just sad
That crap is so sad
That I think it would actually improve if you took all of the cash that you have
And paid for a Kap Kallous collab
Yeah, I kinda sound like a jerk right now
You about to get hurt right now
If you scared, go to church right now
'cause I feels like I'm conducting an interview and you just got the job the way I'm giving you this work right now
You ain't no real Persian, you the type to take your wife out for a movie and a soda
I'm the type to punch her lights out and put her in a coma
Your birth certificate says 'Darius', but you bring our people incredible shame
'Cause not only is the name Darius heavily lame
But what kind of a real Persian has US at the end of his name
Yo, he got offended when I asked him to watch the Running Man or Walk Hard
Your mom looks like the old man from Pawn Stars if he was a large broad
That fat bitch is a size of a Chinese soup, 'cause she weighs one ton (wonton)
Me and that Muslim hooker made a porno movie called 'Unveiled'
In that movie I gave so many rails of coke to your momma that her fucking jaw dropped
And she started to talk like Tony Montana
He calls himself the king of Queens, that's absurd and very lame
You better find yourself an eternal get-away
Or all of New York is gonna see this fake king of Queens get murdered and get slayed
By the Persian Kevin James
I thought you'd come out here and entertain
And cats will get amazed
But instead you're like a bag cess and haze the way you're getting blazed
When battlers come to Toronto, they usually put on a performance that's dope in many ways
So I'm not implying that my life is bad when I say that I've seen better, Daze (better days)
When he told me that he's a gangster, I thought this clown was just lying
Until he stepped into the club and did the crip walk without even trying
Your girlfriend's old and fat
That bitch has a tattoo on her lower back
That says "I like smoking crack and sucking cock for coke and smack"
The other night me and her snapped a photograph
Where she was smiling and showing her atrocious gap
And when I put it on Facebook, half of the comments said that hoe is flat
And the other half said that I'm fucking disgusting for even posting that
You think that just 'cause you're from New York, you could write them Hova raps
But that dude is a legend and you ain't even close to that
So y'all wanna know why him acting like Jay Z is a hopeless act
Just listen to this open chant
"Can he kick it?"
No, he can't
Ice!
[Round 2: Jus Daze]
There's no way in the world that Mohammed Tariqi
Akbar Tin-tala Ahmad Azzizi
Mousaad Mubar Farquad Dashiki
Has a barefoot chance in the sand to defeat me
You're weak b...and that's totally being honest
This comic is garbage, so I'mma hold him as a hostage
I don't rep for Obama, I rep for all the Hip Hoppers
Cause I come from the Mecca to your Land so this is Promised...
I come from the hood and I rep for the street
So if you see my face in ur hood, it's not from wearing ur fleece
We won't speak, I'll put the barrel on the edge of ur teeth
THEY callin me ghandi, the way I speak with peace
Now I would call you a towel head, but I can't cause that's racist
We'll just call you the lost member of das racist
See he's the type of Persian that'll let ANYBODY meet his wife
I'm the type of Persian that if she looks at anybody, I'll beat my wife
Right? sounds fucked up, but that's cause I'm a man
No, you know what's fucked up, being born w/legs like mine, but saying I come from a place named "I ran"
See we think it's MADness, how Muslims strap bombs to their chest for religious beliefs and die
Well I think it's madness, how after you battled Madness, you ran and cried
I mean, where was your Arab pride? You don't hide from a fight, you throw up
But even you don't believe Hip Hop's your religion, which is why you still ain't blow up...
Oh fuck...I just wished that this Trini lookin Guinny was a deadman
And that chin strap don't make chin fat look skinny, it just looks like a mini sweatband
20 battles later, should have made your fame's greater, than Soul Khan's
But you live off gay jokes and catch phrases tryin to "Hold On"
I mean....maybe if you had Tanya O, you would have also known what to do..
Cause the clear picture is no matter how you keep Focusin up to move, you're career has never zoomed
Your bars are trash, cause you ONLY joke in yours
Mine a sicker than rippin stitches off an open sore
I'll extract your vocal chord from your frozen corpse
And have maggots eat at your brain and expose your thoughts..
Now each bar before makes you approach a loss
And shows every event you're more of a hopeless cause
And every leg joke you spit, got me dozen off
I have no remorse
I'll do a mother fuckin handstand and choke a horse
Yeah boss, I walk like a cowboy, as if John Wayne raised me
Happy Face Killa gonna die a CLOWN...John Wayne Gacy
So don't go try to beat me with the same old approach
Cause no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES

[Round 3: HFK]
Round three, time to Step It Up
Stop boring me
You're about as entertaining as a tall forest tree
So how you gonna stand there and act like you're not 43
After this battle he's gonna get dropped formally
And be another dead rapper and there's really not more to see
Well let's just hope that after he dies, they make a hologram of him that walks normally
I met his sister and cummed right on her mouth
Suddenly she was in love without a doubt, wanted to become my loving spouse
Just gave me keys to the crib and all of the pin numbers to jump on her accounts
I'm in so much control that I was sitting in his living room, scratching my nutsack on his couch
And his dad walked in and I was like, "Who are you, old man? Get the fuck out of my house!"
Your sister's ain't even half decent
But she claim I'm a rap genius
So I gave her this fat penis
And now I walk around her house naked with a towel around my waist like I'm Val Venis
I took that bitch to the Hilton, shit got romantic in that suite
Fed me strawberries as she was massaging my hands and then my feet
But when I started to fuck her, this little faggot came to creep
And all he heard me say was, "Uhh, uhh", like I was about to start rapping on a beat
When he told me he was Persian, I found it offensive
'cause how the fuck are you Persian when you walk like a cowboy from Texas
When he told me he's a gangster, I ain't think he's legit
But the more I get to know him, the more I could see he's a Crip
We shoulda took King of the Dot to the motherfucking Middle East for this shit
'cause back home I wouldn't have gotten in trouble for beating a bitch
These AR clips are designed to take off wigs
So talk shit and get burned on some Adolf shit
No one watches none of your battles, you're not even on their radar, bitch
'cause the world sleeping on days (Daze) like they work the graveyard shift
You don't even look Persian, you look more Italian or Greek
You see I brought a new style to battle rap that's actually unique
So all of these faggots and these geeks, better understand that I'm a beast
'cause I've ripped every cat, killed every match, and been through more rappers than Mystique
Sorry honey
You got a lot of boys with head tats, who sell crack, who probably make my neck snap
You got a pretty big upper body so if I step to you, I'd probably get smacked
Everytime you're battling, you're on Grind Time, murdering some next cat
A lot of people buy your music 'cause they claim that you make fresh tracks
When you're on the Jimmy Fallon Show, you killed it and I truly respect that
But I'd bet you a million bucks you'd give away all of that crap
For a chance to get your legs back
Fuck you!
Time

[Round 3: Jus Daze]
It's a new day and age where legends are being made
And washed up ones are being overhyped and overpaid
But you're in neither lane, why would u think not
So keep crying like twat and asking for a title shot...
Cause you're a gimmick rapper and that shit is plain to see
You've mentioned my legs every round, I haven't mentioned his lisp in 3
See I can't change what's wrong with me, so I make the best of this situation
I just hope y'all see pyschology behind the shit that he's saying...
Cause HFK is...passive aggressive
It's kinda pathetic
Which makes my heart septic and anesthetic receptive
As a skeptic
To these rappers that try to preach a message
About life they don't lead, that's why I can't respect it
So fuck battle rap
I'll swing full force with a battle axe
Where you're adam's apple at and chop it into apple jax
I'll shake weight the 8 on face to make the Hammer Dance
And give you Crooked I with your body in a half a cast
See battle rap is full of toxic waste, so I'm hasmat
I'm past that, I make music generating ascap
Cause the life of a battle rapper has no insurance...AFFLACK
HFK, tries to be either white or mad black
He owns a carpet shop where sells cologne that smells like ass crack
And refers to Camel he keeps parked in front as a hatch back
Scratch that, not talkin about the titties on his back fat
His girl's version of lingerie is wearing her face, half masked
NO NO...Scratch that....
Now his blood temperature rising like nasdaq
He gettin flashbacks of when Madness ran up on his backpack
He got ramsacked, got sick to his stomach, had to pop a Zantac
But that's what happens when BITCHES try to spit that grown man rap
So I'll bring heaters to divas who even try to doubt mine
As far as guns in my hand, it equals 1 if I count 9
But fuck the gun talk, Let's talk about ur spouse's spine
And how I blew out her frame...Facebook's outline...
Cause I'm a beast, an animal...a mother fuckin savage
That had your bitch, choke on my dick, like she took a cinnamon challenge
And you live a Rocky life...that's cause you're nothing but a bum
Prolly beat your meat like Rocky too (2), and never gets no buns
But if ur dirty bitch act up, I club her (Clubber), harder than Ivan Drago's Punch
And you could die like rocky 5, either from aids or a tommy gunn
What, you think I won't wild in this place?
I couldn't bring guns across the border, that don't mean I ain't get knives cross the states
You talk a lot of shit, but you ain't as violent as Daze
So hold your TONGUE, cause for KICKS I'll LACE the side of your face
Yeah...I'll JUST DO IT, TWO CHECKS to the side with my blades
Happy Face Killa? I'll send your SOUL (SOLE) wearing a SMILE to the grave
Did y'all see what I say? I ain't have to AIR MAX (Macks) to send him UPTOWN with a GRIN
I just had to SNEAK A (Sneaker) Punchline or 2 in to win
So you ain't gonna beat me with the same old approach
Cause no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES