[Round 1: Shotty Horroh]
They said Jerse won’t like me
There’s too much of a stretch in the slang
They’re gonna need Tsu Surf’s subtitles or lengthen the match, just so heads can adapt
This was meant to be JC and Daylyt
But J said he’d retract ‘cause his schedule is packed
But I would battle Arsonal, Pat Stay, Ness Lee
And Ness over Math
I’m not askin' you to like me, I’m just expectin' the chance
To earn my respect as a man
Instead of backin' out of battles
For bigger cheques and the cash
'Cause I ain’t JC, and nowhere near less of a match
You’re gonna wish JC kept to his word
And UW met his demands
'Cause to get here I had to face the bossman
And I made him bring the best in his class
So you, I hope you brought your Mexican wrestling mask
And every single weapon you have
Listen, Day, shoot at me and I’ll move at a quicker pace
And slip away so the bullet ricochets and hits your face
Tissue scraped, give your mouth that 50 shape
‘Fore your teeth chip and break
What I’m saying is, if you leave that bullet in
It’ll follow back regardless of a Twitter page
You try to be different, but in a different way
So he inks his face to get views equivalent to Drizzy Drake
That YMCMB ‘em like Lil Wayne
I said that’s why MC M beat em like Lil Wayne
You think that tat is scaring me? Big mistake
I’m not someone you can intimidate
I’m about to break Daylyt down into little rays
Day won’t get through me
Like a window pane and a lick of paint
You think he’s real
You will see a round posing like a picture frame
Every round rhymin' is a round lyin' like Simba’s mane
He got murdered by Skeleton, bodied by Interstate
Now me means you got killed by three whites
Like he O.D. when we give him yay and he didn’t pay
I seen him on King of the Dot, although we never met before
I’m thinking, “Who’s he, man?”
Oh, he’s the one that Skelly tore
Keep acting like a Power Ranger
And keep that mask on that head of yours
It won’t be enough, you need to bring your whole team together like Megazord
You’re just a novelty act, someone to laugh at
He’s jumping around in some Enter the Dragon steez
In his blog, showing his nasty feet
Dressed in those Karate gees' acting Japanese
Well, he's either a genie, or he ain't tall
Let's see what happens when I put this can to knees
He loves comic books, but this is classic because the first issue we’ll have needs protection like a plastic sleeve
Pull it and get ready for this magazine
He wants to look like a hero
That’s why his face has got the ink in
Well, listen, you joker, I’m the bane of your existence
You kick down that maggie?
You have no venom, plus you’re two-faced
When you say you’re the Kingpin
You ain't a hero, you got green gobblin’ dicks
Let’s see what happens when your playin' with a villain
He wants to look like someone from a comic book
To get affirmation from the geeks
Well, I’ll catch him on a dark night, and that large knife
Will put some Heath Ledger lacerations to his cheek
And that’ll dent your pride
Like DNA’s fascination with his teeth
I’m fucking you up!
I’m fucking you up! The whole club can see
Arsonal, he loves comics
So why’d you have a comic booked against a marvel?
Well, I’ll let D see this ain’t just his league
[Round 1: Daylyt]
Alright, I need everybody to put on they thinking caps, everybody thinking caps, thinking caps, thinking caps
Alright, class is in session
By a show of hands, who in here comprehend bars?
One, two… alright, cool
By a show of hands who feel like it’s nothin' for y’all to think?
One, two, three… cool, alright, cool
By a show of hands, who in here thirstin' for that 2013 date?
One? Alright, cool
Well, I brought somethin' for y’all to drink
They said we both can punch—nah, in a minute made
Shotty feel like it was gon' be a horror flick
As soon as I dig my way in
For the n***as that don’t understand bars
Y’all better go… cool
'Cause you ain’t finna understand shit I’m sayin'
Now pick a low amount of victories
That Android said 16-17 maybe
But it ain't gotta be a V-E-G to see that I’m clownin' a chump
You still don’t get what I’m sayin', son
Well, you about to get found in the trunk
Ka, may I, may I add up the fact that I can sell a fight?
They say I’m about to go ape-shit
Well, I’ma calm that down after his tail get sliced
Freeze-up, for the people who feel
Like I didn’t just say the greatest thing
Well, if you ever seen Dragon Ball Z
That’ll be your favorite scheme. We got all night!
It’s pay day, but before I got some cents, I got some sense
I sensed somethin' was fishy about this n***a
He give me that sea smell
Last battle, Ars said you were braggin' and boastin'
Did you want to come aboard again?
I said for sure, only if it’s a free sale
Here’s somethin' for y’all to see, world
I did this shit for free. Will he nap? Let the peeps tell
The last two battles I had under I
Was bags like I didn’t sleep well
Check this out, let me rewind that, y’all wasn’t listenin'
Free Willy, nap, sleep well
He, she, shemale, no misses, doubt fire?
Bullets go in your nanny mouth
When you see that four, rest in peace; it’s not Bambi house
I ain’t gotta say shit like I pull a swammy out
I laugh at these rappers
I draw MAC's, leave your dogs flat; Parappa the Rapper
Your girl? I’ll actually slap her
'Cause everytime I come around her, some shit seem wrong
She say ten n***as hit, she a whore, hell
She’s like a door-bell: she done had a million ding-dongs
You seem strong
But you couldn’t handle me shells if it was Team Obama
They scream he polish
I scream he garbage; yous Jesus mama
Wait, peel, time—off this performance
I should get a Grammy, watch
I can smell victory, 50 cents, welcome to the candy shop
Your life is like a sucker: you know, stick up
Candy rapper with a sweet round
No, yous a faggot, a sucker, you take sticks up the ass
These candy rappers kinda sweet round
No, yous a faggot, a sucker, this is a stick up
I can these rappers when I sweep round
No, yous a faggot, a sucker
A n***a who takes sticks up the ass
But these candy rappers never had a sweet round
Keep down, keep down, this where the beat-down begins
Y’all gotta watch, he losin'
It’s proven that all suckers get lolly-popped
I gotta watch what I say around these type of clowns
They writin' down: Tootsie pop Owls
Before you can count to three, these n***as bite your round
Put the rifle down, scope on him, rifle sound
Scope on it, I kill a parent, b
Get on one knee and give his bitch a gold round
Will you marry me?
I said, apparantly, y’all didn’t know he was a rapist
How could you let a child touch him?
Please bro, he’s like an Air Bud freethrow; yous a pedophile
Fuck him, I’ll let him down, like I ain’t hold my end of the bargain, okay, bro
With all that dissin' you’ll be missin'
Somewhere in the world, with Carmen Sandiego
You’ll be a dead man. Ey yo!
With that bein' said, this cat so real
No more, win some and you lose some
The new slogan is: “To the Batmobile!”
[Round 2: Shotty Horroh]
So I’m a white guy, from England
And back home I’ve never owned a SIG
Real talk, I’d be a phony prick
If I started rhymin' about the chrome I grip
But that’s back home. You ever heard the saying “when in Rome, do as the Romans did”?
Well, I’m in New Jersey, as soon as I got off the plane
I told Arsonal to bring me a loaded fifth
Just so I could hold the bitch
(I did as well, honestly
I didn’t know what to do with it, but I did)
'Cause this is New Jersey
All over the globe this place is known for some loco shit
I could kill you right now, fly home
And no one would even know I did
(I could though, I really could
No one would know, no one would know, I could get off)
I’ll say this part really slow, 'cause I know you’re slow as shit
I’ll spring into action, jump you and bounce
And no evidence from the po gon’ stick
I’m no gangsta, but if I was
I wouldn’t be rappin', mothafucka!
It’d be everybody dead, your neighbours and your pets
Your family would suffer
Philadelphia in one hand, Kansas in the other
What’s that? Two TEC-9’s collabin' with each other!
(Yeah yeah! We got all night! We got all night!
He gon’ get this work!. Big up Jerse, yeah, ’yeah yeah’)
Other than an accent and race
And stupid tat on your face, what makes us any different?
All the government are killin' all the poor people
It isn’t about the shade of your skin or the nation you live in
Google “Manchester”
You’ll see about the gun raisin' the killings
And how people are using grenades on their victims
It’s not just the States, the jailing system is major business
I’m here representin' the ghettos you neglected to say existed; there is a difference
'Cause I have the integrity not to diss your baby kid
Or any of your relatives you may've laid to rip
That’s some shaky shit
I wouldn’t compromise my morals
To take a win, that’s for you shady kids
'Cause if I can’t beat you by describing you
It must be my day to quit
'Cause real talk, Daylyt, you’ve been doing some crazy shit
You fuckin’ grabbed a shotgun
Put a camera on, and then got naked… shit
I don’t wanna go online
And see a heavily armed naked rapper
I saw that and wanted to ban Day vids; call me David Banner
Then I saw a blog of him sayin' he’s gonna slap one of T-Rex’ boys 'cause he’s gettin' crazy with the grabbin'
And it's gay and he’s a faggot
But he's the one who put out a solo naked male video
To a mostly male demographic
Tryna gain a little of traffic
'Cause he’s the rapper no one mentioned
And when a thirsty bitch gets no attention
They ends up over-stressin' and go and get it
By doing a blog, holdin' a loaded weapon
To some broken smoke detectors
Just tryna gain a little traffic… just tryna gain a little traffic
'Cause he’s the rapper no one mentioned
And fucking going against me
You know I’ve got that loaded weapon
And listen, I don’t care if I fucked my bars up
'Cause you got a fucking stupid tat on your face
You can get smacked in a way
Shown up dressing like philistine
I’ll fucking light up this square like Billy Jean
I mean, some said I wasn’t gonna show up
But that’s what the talk was about
'Cause I’ll show up to the showdown to show off
When the show’s on for all of the crowd
Fuck it, time, round two. Fuck it
[Round 2: Daylyt]
Mook, Rex, Dan, we about to go Diamond
When you add the Roc with Shine
They added me into the Mob 'cause they notice my grind
Now I’m a lowercase “I”: just a Dot with lines
You feelin' a little optimistic
Prime example, you still a truck on E gas
That’s why I don’t feel these n***as
You’ll get split in half, God
Thinkin' that you back undefeated, I’ma kill these n***as
I’m half-God; I’m Achilles, n***as
I don’t feel these n***as when the war’s in
Force in, leg-shot, kill a kid if it hit a boy shin
Skateboarders who want to
Yo, I said. Skateboarders who want—two—will get rib stick
I’ll give your leg a round; skip-it
I’m two steps ahead with lines, drunk driving test, I’m hard
How can black fry Day when my lines the best by far
You must done lost your marbles, sayin' I’m not a hard floor
I show no sympathy, this is a big titty victory
Something we can brawl for
You better go home, ‘less
You wanna be a bum in a box cardboard
And you know I got the fours: Star Wars
I buck at neck/head, my guns ain’t got no clothes on
I blow domes out of space, ET, I pack the fo’, holmes
This for my holmes, I’m a beast, gotta watch
Off my presence, it’s a wrap, feliz navidas
Dot! This is telekinesis, fellas, realize it
How many times I gotta show a n***a
I’m an animal, feel my wrath
Stop actin' like you don’t know a n***a
If my foes scandal, the fo' scandal
Scope on it, the fo' scanned all when I explode
Cans though, it’s explodin' candles
Get tore in half, like the rest of your show was cancelled
After, I rest him, I show cans so
Any n***a feel like they free, I’ll emancipate him
You feel you it, I’ll kill a clown
You’ll get a round like transportation
Patience, look how I spit tools, he’ll be a patient
In a hospital; I’m pastin', how I spit too is just so amazin'
Grace, n***a, it ain’t about race, n***a
It’s about a race: if we race, then I’ll erase n***as
You just the middle of my body-bag
Trash, another waste n***a
Dead, get your head astro-naughts
You’ll be an outer-space n***a
Laid out flat. Y’all see how I’m hurtin' these chumps
Chrome slugs, Bone Thugs: you wouldn’t wake up wake up if it was the first of the month
You gon’ need Lady Love for these rappin' divas
'Cause these n***as' flow suck: they vacuum cleaners
Bring vaccinations, 'cause dog’s type sick
And y’all my victims
Mike Vick ain’t got nothin' to do with this
You not familiar with skill?
Then I’ll show you who it is, it’s me
Every year I get a contract to break apart men
They always want at least a G
To put me in front of a tall n***a to dance
I’ll treat 'em like France
I’m leanin' towers; who want a piece of me?
You capisci me?
Come take a piece with me, the piece with me
You either give me a break, give me a break
We break off a piece of n***as' head when we Kit Kats
Big rats play Chuck-E-Cheese
That just mean I got killer toys smilin', they like the violence
You sleepin' on me, that’s bonkers
Crocodile Hunter ain’t seen this type of wildin'
You’ll be a dead man. Ey yo!
With that being said, this cat’s so real
Y’all know the slogan
One, one, one, two, three… TO THE BATMOBILE!

[Round 3: Shotty horroh]
So I didn’t write a fucking third verse
I’m lying, I wrote a fucking third verse
{Shotty puts on a balaclava}
Machete cuts, sever stuff
Leave you nothin' but flesh and blood like my second cuz
Now we’re both wearing a mask
To protect the mug, in case the detective look
But I can tell you ain’t killer
Real military never forget the gloves
{Puts on black gloves}
Oh, you’re militia, well, you can catch a rebel scud that’ll level huts and leave you dead in mud next to head and gut
Leg and foot, 21 gun salute, weapons up
Body looking sloppy in the coffin so they kept it shut
You ain't a soldier, when I’m around keep your medal tucked
I’ll get it took, medics rush
Body infected with septic pus, that’s dead enough
But 20 trucks infiltrate the place while your resting up
Just to cut the extension plug, connect it up
To what it is, I gave you that last breath you took
'Cause this is Guerrilla war, mission to kill em ‘all
Bullets’ll be flyin' from the window to the wall
Two teams flankin' him, pistols in the paws
C4 backpacks stickin' to the doors
You can start as a soldier, finish as a corpse
If you’re livin' you’ll be hearin', “mission is abort”
Fuck this mask! {Shotty takes off the mask}
These gloves {Shotty takes off the gloves
And puts his hand on Daylyt's shoulder}
And all the fucking faggoty gay whispering aside!
I want them to know I killed you, Daylyt
So I’m leaving these fingerprints behind
Before Dot Mobb, nobody gave a fuck about your battle bars
You had to join because you had an average start
And, apparently, gainin' your own fans is hard
So think before you do a blog
Tryna embarrass them talkin' about grabbin' ass
'Cause without that T-Rex behind you
You wouldn’t be movin' anywhere
Like that fucking T Rex in Jurassic Park
Fucking— those tats and scars
Don’t detract from the fact of how whack you are
You can fucking go to your bedroom
And do a fucking dress in Mr Miyagi’s garms
And pretend your in a Mr Miyagi spar
It won’t be enough, you can shake your head
But you look like a faggot, rah
Listen, I’m a spiteful bastard, I don’t give a fuck if Daylyt shows up looking like Michael Jackson
Yeah, I’m British (Time)
No, not time. I’m British
I came to rap. I came to rap
I want everyone at the back, the sides, and the front witness
You’ll see a white win to Day like a good Christmas
But let's go back to JC, 'cause you stay talkin'
J didn’t want to get overcrossin' with Lyt's, so that’s J walkin'
That’s fine for him, 'cause he get paid for it
It’s a fine for you because you have to pay for it
'Cause there’s nothin' on my mind
Other than reignin' on Day; I’m brainstormin'
I mean, yeah, I’m British
I thought you’d have some more intricate shit to spit
Like I’m not sayin' Day’s light
Or Day dreamin' if he thinks that it’s a win
I brought some more intricate shit for him
Because it's difficult when you’re from England
And it's tricky fittin' in; for instance
I don’t do drive-by's, I take my knife, stick him in the whip
Then hang him out the window
When I’m doin' sixty on the strip
Just to make him whistle in the wind

[Round 3: Daylyt]
There’s a lot of n***as in the crowd with their face
Like, "Damn, we ain’t know he spit."
That’s cool, I’m cool
I tell 'em I’m just gettin' big, well, I’m Moby Dick
Now I got some English ass to kick
I’ll be euro-stepping on some Ginobli shit
Soon as they coin toss me, it was Frosty the Snowman
These three rounds finna be cold as shit
Shit. What, you thought I wasn’t gon' raw on this main stage? You lyin', homie
Them three angles was nice—keep tryin’, homie
You wouldn’t be at my peak if you was spyin' on me
That bullshit, they buyin' phony
Look how Kwik-E-Mart, I boo n***as
You didn’t know I sneeze on Africans? Atchoo n***as!
I shoot n***as with MK's, four arms. You copy? I’m Goro
If I let the 8 off, you will not see tomorrow
First option is, I went a whole lot of tops
Quit it, y’all dolphins
Second option is: stomach shot
You can get your rib hit like a frog talkin'
Coffins lyin' bruck, beef scarred
Will we be hard? No VR, but you seem troopers
We attack with shells. Kill me?
Cool, all my kids comin' back with shells; I’m King Koopa
I said, these new butts think
Battlin' me was the wisest suggestion
I will tap a chin like I’m askin' a Chinese a question
I said, they question my status, that is weird
You don’t see I’m thuggin' out this stratosphere?
Fear me, lad, I’m a street boy
This battle like a kiloid: I’ll make sure you hear the bag
See, where I grew up, for colourin' they book n***as
That’s just a day on in Watts, you know
For n***as who feel they cray, on in a box you go
You’ll get found in a lake or stretch, remember, men
Your power meter gettin' low, Shotty
Just one more punch and it’s game over
I’ll put Shotty in a box like a new shotgun. FINISH HIM!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Y’all about to see black buried—damn, I’m bold
What I write, right down X a square—damn, I’m cold
Your life fairytale, Captain Hook, Peter Pan
These big head kids think they fly
'Til they get capped in hooks like Peter Pan
Nine of your boys got big head?
I will cap ten hooks like Peter Pan
Take of your hat
Beore I give your cap ten hooks like Peter Pan
You a Family Guy
Say you a captain? Who? Them Peter pants
Hold your bladder
Before you get capped and hooked and pee your pants
You’ll get your captain hooked like Peter Pan
He can’t take the loss
He’ll get capped and hooked like Peter Pan
Now I’m off to the woods
My camp tent hooked like Peter Pan
I wish a n***a would come to my camp tent
He’ll get hooked like Peter Pan
Comin' for when your n***as would roll up
But I cap tints, who? I’m Peter Pan
Don’t block, 'cause when shield lift up, they wood
So you can still get caps and hooks; I’m Peter Pan
Now, you see where we’ve gone
We’ve gone, leave your wig on
I wig on n***as like a transvestite
Someone put a wig on this n***a, he look like a transvestite
Rex, remember that MAC in the back of the Ac?
Well, my act wasn't actin' right, so I sit in my Ac and write
Like Ac, you right, I’m too accurate
Ask a n***a, I'll axe a n***a, no accident
But my axe'll dent a n***a, and then I ask for dinner, n***a
Then these n***as brought me breakfast
Like I asked for Denny's, n***a
Then these n***as got stripes like a bean bag
But I’ll be the bigger person
You cryin' for the win? You can have it, T
See how I got these n***as feelings hurtin'?
Who feel as if I’m hurtin' them? Like, when did I lose, no?
I really got the win, did I lose? No
I’m stretched out, long-winded, am I loose? No
We different breeds, he thought the window was loose. No
I win dough and lose like the window was loose? No
A whole lot of Sesame Street n***as
What’s today? Monday. No, I got the burner, so it’s tools day
I start airin', it’s winds-day
I bring the goons, it’s hundred and thurs-day
You just got cooked, it's Friday
Bullets puttin' your girl on her ass, it’s sat-her-day
He thought he was gonna son Day
Man, you gotta stop handin' me these weak n***as!
Now, with that bein' said, this cat’s so real
Y’all know, you win some and you… no, not that one
Y’all know the slogan, this— no
You win some, and you lose some
Y’all know the slogan: to the— no
You win some and you lose some, but you live to—
Y’all know the slogan, you ready? To the— no!
Y’all know the slogan
You win some and you lose some— to the Batmobile!