The Saurus vs. Charron

Round 1

Charron

Charron 2.0, givin’ the streets classics

Someone tell Arsonal I don’t do rematches

You’re the type to bang a bitch and stay behind

I get neck and bull, Frankenstein

Toss you in the ocean during a crazy tide

Have you sleepin’ with Plenty Of Fish since you date online

What’s it worth?

Charron’s paid to rob

I fill up boxes for checks like Croatian minds

Rip out every page inside The Saurus ‘til I break his spine

Or alter your chin like an Asian bride

That’s what mint tear smells like

I crush opponents

You’re getting sunned up North summer solstice

You’re like the gambler I didn’t want to role with

Get Ethered in the casino like when Hunter Thompson upped his dosage

Bring a pair of dice to the City, lock is hopeless

Slash then Buckethead like Guns N’ Roses

You lost to a Canadian in Don’t Flop I think London noticed

It’s funny you have a Scarface and got killed by 100 Bulletz

You’re monotone, boring, just retire, buddy

This bitch is dull, Bride of Chucky

The Saurus, I’m synonym inside this country

I’m schoolin’ this fake book, Bible Studies

I spit my bars, as sick as sars, I’ll ninja star your ass

Sounds like you’re reading books to a Kindergarten class

Look at this pedophile who roams the streets with a knife

Girls treat your dick like a rape whistle, they only blow it when they fear for their life

You had the best pen game, in the freestyle era

He scheduled his run, you were bringin’ that bread now you’re peckin’ at crumbs

You picked up some cash from events that you won

I’ll get rid of that stash like Movember was done

We want you to retire, if you don’t get that you’re dumb

In 2014 you’re an irrelevant bum

If you claim you fathered my style, you neglected your son

You’re the exact person in 10 years I hope I never become

The Saurus

Check check, can you hear me? You can hear me?

That’s good cause you should know he’s just a big clone

I’m a terrible Father to all the bullshit kids that I disowned

Yo, you’re not going to have any fans left by the time I’m done rappin’

Cause Corey is as corny as that fight that just happened

Who the fuck is Corey Charron?

These days even he ain’t sure

In six months he went from embracing bein’ a nerd to gassed up

Thinkin’ he can beat Aye Verb

Now fake Grape Street crippin’ if you peeps ain’t heard

Wait buddy, we used to cut him slack for being a teenager

But you been bitch since the jump-off like a teenage her

Speaking of which, true story time

Tell me if I’m lying or not

You would blow a giant cock for any type of title shot?

No? Funny shit

Eurgh told KOTD to suck his dick

And you’re battlin’ for Don’t Flop’s International Title, so someone did

So desperate, Charron’s giving everything that he’s got

He thinks he’s earned it for how hard he’s reppin’ King Of The Dot

But a title match ain’t what you get for thinking you God

I’ll put a chain around your neck like Jesse Pinkman to Todd

Look you almost like Walter White too

No matter how you cut it, when you break it down, all your lines blue

The barrels bein’ spun

You better flea and run

Every one I’m with draw on my account no depleted funds

It ain’t a season of a TV show on VH1

But ya’ll about to see Corey bein’ sonned by Peter Gunz

I ain’t even done, I’m on one, I’ll crush you in the long run

Your head blew up ever since they almost handed you that shotgun

I feel sorry for the City that this pussy corresponds from

I feel sorry for your Mother, that’s the pussy Corey spawned from

I lead this movement you just steal my blueprint

But I beat you to it Corey we’ve been through this

A true teacher always supersedes his students

So I’m putting you to sleep with some Sweet Chin Music

How could you be this stupid? Making clownish hreats

Being yourself is something you used to proudly rep

But now you’re pullin’ out them Techs?

You went from Malcolm In The Middle to Malcolm X

And that’s something this crowd respects?

You think guns actually sound like Big T’s sound effects

Round 2

Charron

Yo, he wanna talk about Breaking Bad some I’ll get rid of ya

But real talk I’m not Walter White but my squad supply to Bolivia

If I got that gat I’ll pop the pipe and get ride of ya

I’ll fill up your tea like Walter White did to Lydia

It’s an enigma, I’m your protégé

It really seems impossible

You have more pre-med flips than a Filipino hospital

Before this battle he made a personal offer

Lets exchange rebuttals to make our verses stronger

I ain’t tryin’ to script it out with this dirt-poor Father

Lets keep this unplanned, like your firstborn daughter

Put you in the hospital as it beep away

Get tuned up by a doctor, Beats By Dre

Here is something Pete would say

I’ll turn this to a sea

That ain’t gonna fly like Aaliyah plane

This greaseball from Greece gettin’ beat today

There’s so many holes in your face you’re sponsored by the PGA

You could be the face of Dot Mobb, you’d be perfect man

You’re face is so burnt Nestlé wants to use it for an insurance scam

I’m a pimp, your two sisters hop on and swallow

Now they’re fighting over the Don, John John and Hollow

With your girl, I control her with game just watch son

PS 4 your information I get jobs done

Now he needs to be consoled, it don’t end off on

There’s a contest for most ratchet pussy and his ex box won

Headshot, what’s for supper?

I’ll rip off Petey’s head like the gasman from Dumb And Dumper

I’m mental, Brian Griffin your squad will unwrap

This ain’t Family Guy, when Peter’s dog dies he’s not coming back

The Saurus, you’re washed up with no future

You’re the oldest fuckin’ book since Kamasutra

I put that gun to your mouth before I aim and I shoot ya

Have you tastin’ clips like Cortez when he ate out Medusa

Rappin’ about guns claimin’ you spark heat

If you’re packin’ the Mack in the back of the Au

You’re puttin’ Greg in his car seat

But if Ars puts hands on me again, I wont pull out a switch blade

I’ll just bang your slut daughter and use his Crip flag as my jizz rag

That ain’t an illegal blow that’s a TKO

Punches hit so hard the crowd scream “Sharkeisha no!”

Battle Rap is all you fuckin’ do

Even Whitney and the tub won’t die as washed up as you

Fuck a third round this is already through

Like a Siamese twin you got bodied in two

The Saurus

Here’s how I know that Charron’s true bitch

Cause if Arsonal touch you again, you won’t do shit!

You’re a fuckin’ horrible rapper

Why’d I write this verse?

You’re the worst thing to happen to battling since the Grind Time title shirt

Boring mismatches and corny Crip tactics

Make Corey’s bitch-ass-ness clearer than 40-inch plasmas

A born again Christian before he grip ratchets

So it’s an act if you think Corey been savage

You aren’t as fortunate, Imma share the art of war with him

I’m sharper cause I started before him like Arkham Origins

A born contortionist

You should have got aborted cause I fathered so many of you marks I could start an orphanage

Wait, ya’ll don’t think it’s corny Corey claiming he can Crip Walk?

Another lost boy, Corey aim came to get his pill popped

I’ll take a cord and strangle Corey for the greater good of Hip Hop

Sorry player

I’m gettin’ Corey Taylor’d for his Slipknot

See he thought that acting more hard would make him sort of popular

But ya’ll see, Corey’s softer than JC’s choreographer

If I swung you’d call for Law Enforcement

Inform an officer, report, record and document it like a court’s stenographer

There’s a body, I’m preparing for business

Sonning you like I’ve got characteristics of the parents you lived with

I’m not so sure you want beef

The whole league will be in Glee when you OD like Cory Monteith

Talks cheap, you the hometown favorite

But I already own you, no down payment

Co-sign the whole way

You only a Crip when it’s time to role-play like Keyser Söze

This a Cold Case

Don’t miss me, spazz, with each jab

Watch this kid be bad then put six feet past

Any bitch he had must be in rehab cause she hits speed bags like Nick Diaz

Ya’ll remember when Arcane battled Diz for the chain? And took it back

Diz had a fuckin’ meltdown mid-round and he fuckin’ snapped

Threw a beer can at a female fan, started a shoving match

And Organik still thought that you verses Pat was a worse look than that

Round 3

Charron

Yo, you wanna talk about Nick Diaz? Well watch the champion swing

No Anderson Silva but I go out on a limb when I snap in the ring

I got exposed with Laura, I don’t feel dumb

I’d rather shotty-bang my fake bitch than Uno Lavoz fuck my real one

I get paid to snap like the paparazzi

If your girls on her period I’ll put that colon to work like a grammar Nazi

Since Pete’s a pizza face whose actin’ cocky

For the dough I’ll turn him inside out like a panzerotti

Fuck shooting, I’ll use a gun to stop somebody

Put the peace into you, Mahatma Gandhi

I’m like MF Doom with the hands of Rocky

I don’t have a dancin’ hobby

But a mask is on me when I’m catchin’ bodies like the Jabbawockeez

It’s like my Dad’s on his deathbed, observing all my traits

Like, ‘Son, turn your life around and stop murdering with Grapes’

Hoh hoh, WRC’s searchin’ for the tapes

You been mid-tier for six years, all that works been put to waste

The fans want you to retire, you’re not worthy of the stage

You named yourself after a book but never turned the other page

It’s like I pulled the plug on my Dad, the first word I say is ‘Thanks’

For being such a failure, that the new generation can learn from your mistakes

Beep, beep, flatline

But the doctors resurrected his life

I’ll kill him again, since he likes doing everything twice

You’re someone Battle Rap is not gonna miss

If scars prove our pastures will, with that face you’ll always exist

For the past year I’ve wanted my Father to call this shit quits

I feel like Simba while he watches Mufasa fall from the cliff

Damn homie! When I was in Grade School you were the man, homie!

Now I get paid twice as much as Saurus do

Much Music gave me 20 G’s to record some tunes

Mr. Two Time Everything’s never toured with Wu

You’re twice my age and I’ve accomplished two times more than you

Real talk this my last battle

Too much drama and stress

Now I’m all about making music and cashing and checks

I’m done with King Of The Dot, I wish Organik the best

Psych tell that cry baby Dizaster he’s next

Title fuckin’ shot!

The Saurus

If you cats ain’t guessed, Pat Stay is next

It’s a goddamn shame that we can’t place bets

Cause I’m as positive as your last AIDS test

There’s no way that chain gets around your giraffe-shaped neck

When you got kicked out the BET Cypher, that was the most depressin’ shit ever

You went on the news to cry about it before you settled your temper

You said their racist views prevented you from getting remembered

But ain’t that kind of like the pot calling the kettle the n-word?

I mean maybe you didn’t get a BET Cypher spot

Cause they noticed you can’t even get a KOTD title shot

Maybe they thought you’re a pathetic piece of shit

Who pretends that he’s a Crip

Cause he’s in desperate need of any free attention he can get

Or maybe they just didn’t think your freestyles was that tight

Or didn’t like how you were claimin’ to be down with that life

But you would of seen it coming if you think about the past, right?

It ain’t the first time BET reached out to Smack White

They slapped you with the iron palm

You’re not hard if you’re in a cop car for being invited on a Ride Along

You started rappin’ just to spite your Mom

Because you grew up in a household that taught you the difference between White and wrong

Your life is all make believe, stop it

The only flag you should ever rep has a maple leaf on it

But he thought that he was cripping, in Ottawa

Where value in property has risen to second in North America’s quality of livin’

So maybe BET is just waitin ‘til that apology is given

I mean White rapper, White community

What? Insulting Black culture is just following tradition?

Ya’ll tell me, who’s the actual racist?

You went on national news and looked in the camera to say shit

About how they discriminated

But examine your statements

You’re not a Black guy Charron

It’s time to man up and face it

All you are is a black eye on Black Entertainment