Charron vs. Shotgun Suge

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Round 1

Shotgun Suge

I’m all in his house with the cal in hand, this heat tucked

My homie gon throw him over a high tower for thinkin he street tough

If he got a strap, he got it for nothing, he Officer Sweet Chuck

You look and smell like police

I should make you kiss the curb and bite down

Cuz this ain’t a battle, this a justice for Mike Brown

But why shoot em? When I can smack him til he change red

Hella kicks to his rain head, his eyes open but he brain dead

This .45 stretched him, no Pilates

These headshots make niggas forget how to use they body

I leave em there waiting to get picked all up

They like “Suge why you pickin on this white boy?”

Y’all must’ve forgot, these crackas picked on us

Slave ships they rented on us, slave trades they handed us up

We ain’t land on Plymouth Rock, motherfucker…

(Plymouth Rock landed on us)

I beat up chumps with this devin’ right

So jump! White boy and get bust like pressure pipes

I show em how with black hustle the white, that’s Wesley Snipes

I smack the shit outta Charron if he come incorrect

Smack called me to take his check

I tombstone Charron and won’t break a sweat

Cuz beefin with me make niggas wanna fake they death

You honky motherfuckers be killin blacks, that’s incorrect

I’ll march down ya block, 100 muslims, I am Malcolm X

I’m True to my Religion, no Jehovah, I’m at his front door (?)

You ready to meet your creator? Allah waitin

I kidnap your daughter to sell her body, don’t get her taken

That go for you, ya wifey, and ya boo, don’t get her Taken too/2

I got a gun connect, I be mailing the chrome

I find out where ya mother leave when I trail her (trailer) home

You trailer trash cheapskate, you don’t even pee straight

This .40 big as hell, this kick don’t got a release date

Y’all must’ve forgot, I grab heat and blaze fire

And make niggas tap that mac like Jay Tyler

I know y’all want more, that’s the end of the round

South that, get em the fuck outta here

Charron

See we were supposed to battle in Toronto, it’s about to be legendary

But he ducked so I had to come here for him getting buried

He called himself Malcolm X, like if you come to Smack Charron

It’ll be X-tra scary

How are you Malcolm X when I’m the killer by any means necessary?

He wants to tap my pockets cuz I’m clowning MCs

But wait, it’s because I’m skinny you tapped my pockets, you think I’m allowed to get teased

So wait he’s lookin for some money? You’re just (?) obese

Here’s 10 bucks

Buy some fuckin chicken nuggets & a quarter pounder with cheese

I would be amazed if he put up a good fight

Chris Brown’s VMA’s I’m fuckin up Suge’s Knight/night

You’re tight with Tsunami, think he’s poppin a tool

I bet they screaming Tsunami when you hop in a pool

You wanna bully a cracker, oh you thought you were cool?

This is Columbine, a white boy’s taking a Shotgun to school

Who’s wacker than Suge? I don’t have an answer

I wanted Surf or Red, not their back up dancer

I wrote a two minute round but this match don’t matter

I’m just wasting 40 Barrs like Jaz The Rapper

This battle isn’t judged but the fans were a member

DJ Premier; when I lay a beat down I’ll put a Scratch on your record

Beasley hates, he called me and had a temper

Like “Kill Suge, he ate all my pop tarts last September”

You must be high to think you’ll be back, the answer’s never

This a intervention, they want you off Smack forever

It’ll be a Total Slaughter when they first record this

Hollow vs. Budden, I could beat this average Joe with my worst performance

When Suge gets booked for battles, the fans get 3-0’d

He does this for a paycheck and chokes, not with me though

I do this for the culture I ain’t got a ego

I’ll catch a body for $5 like Slaughter rico

You dissed Proof for attention cuz you’re soft and feeble

He tells racist jokes and pocket checks cuz his bars ain’t lethal

You frontin’ like a Street Fighter but you’re not my equal

You’re green with envy like Blanka

Cuz you’re only good for shocking people!

What is it about Proof that made you say fuck that guy?

If the Proof is in the pudding you should love that guy

He was running his mouth about the D then he’s gone

You backed out like a bitch and Ars’ nearly got beat on

The thing about Shotguns is that they’re place here, but it seems wrong

Cuz this Shotgun’s never gave his boys a shoulder they can lean on

They said I won’t do well on Smack, only in white crowds

I got a gun so small, I’m holding it RIGHT NOW

You told Swave you’d shoot his grandma, you’re a poser

I’ll do your grandma godfather style cuz Correy’s bolder

You better pray with a four leaf clover

I’ll point a K at him and Michael Corleon her

I’ll wait til you have wings like a Jordan poster

Then peace/piece out after you die like an organ donor

You like Marv Won and a half, check it do y’all see?

He used to battle at fat camp, loser got molested by Tall T

It’s round one I got a bag I need to fill

By the 3rd round you’ll be begging me to chill

Suge owns a record label this pen game is getting ill

You’re on Death Row cuz you’re behind these bars begging to get killed

Round 2

Shotgun Suge

Sugar tits, sugar cookies, Suge Knight, yo them Suge flips don’t apply

Cuz it’ll hurt his soul if a black man let em die

So you better watch your mouth before I wash it out

Like what’s that Grape Street shit you was blogging bout?

How you took my spot talkin a bunch of shit

I’m bout everything that come with this, I got jumped for this

I been lurkin, day and night, and months for this

I come from this, I even throw opposite’s in the trunk for this

Nigga what?! Nigga what?! I bust my gun for this

I took a father from his son for this

So don’t you ever in your stupid ass life

Talk about something you don’t know

Cuz where I’m from that’s an automatic headshot, that’s how it go

I’ll pull a Mossberg 5 on a rapper

These pellets ain’t Tuna how it spread on a cracker

This water too deep, you need lead work

He tried to dive in, I wet him head first

I kill a rat, the exterminator, it clap then burn a hater

This white boy be lying on his dick, the Shermanator

If he did get pussy he’d be paying to give her more

Cuz you look like the 40 year old virgin, when he was 24

I seen Charron sitting on a crate, he looked up, I looked down

I said “you like your coke raw or cooked up?”

He said “I smoke hard so my dome go wheels”

I said “oh, trills, cuz we serve coke like home cooked meals”

Let’s get one thing straight nigga, don’t think cuz you a nerd

I won’t take a razorblade across your face and it’s rusty

Let’s get another thing straight, add it up

It’s gon be a Dizaster if you touch me

Let’s get another thing straight, I got a .38, it pack 6 but let 3 clap

Let’s get another thing straight, aye Smack, setup Shine for that rematch

Southdat

Charron

Yo he called me the Shermanator, I ain’t surprised he did it

You only watched that movie cuz the word “Pie” was in it

You do features for $100 bucks, what a broke hoe

I came here by myself but you’re the one who’s dough low (dolo)

I’ll collab on a song with this hopeless loser

Just to kill him on a track like Tony Stewart

Your whole crew/cru cut since I’m primmin’ proper

White boy leaves Jersey inside out like the Clippers roster

Think it’s a tamed fight til you’re hit with a straight right

Eye (I) will be fuckin Puffy, Daylyt

You’re tight with Surf and Ars so you’re labeled as a threat

No one respects you for who you are you just made it off connects

It’s funny your name’s Jim/gym cuz if we based it off respect

Being SPOTTED with your SET is the only way you got a REP

Turn Jimmy to Jimmy Hoffa, where did this guy go?

Are you a Christian? Bale from this Canadian Psycho

If Jim carry/Carrey a Mask it’s a movie that I know

They’ll see Jimmy fallin/Fallon off like after Tonight Show

I know he would play the bully today

I would’ve killed you in Toronto and had you ghost in LA

We could’ve battled on Gladiator school, you’d be floating away

If we did this in front of Snoop we’d have Jimmy’s Bones on display

I’m suburban, god forgive me

Clean cut if Jim beam up like a shot of Whiskey

You forgot your lines against Collector, now they brought you cuz of pity

You haven’t been seen since you choked on Bill, Monica Lewinsky

Jim is short for James and you stay phony

You’re fat and washed up in the ring, James Tony

The fans want him gone I’m killin this James slowly

Take his head off on cam to get with a James Foley

Homie I’ll kill your whole crew, put up a mean wager

I’ll strip your block of cheddar if your cheese grater/greater

Look at me! Look at me when I’m killin you!

I am (M) on top, Speed Racer

If death is what you earn/urn I’ma cremater

You claim you sold drugs since a teenager

The last time you pushed a QP, you apologized to Qleen Paper

I know dudes that’ll front you bricks if you need paper

But it’ll pop off if you ain’t pushing keys like a screensaver

I brought enough caskets for your whole team to take

I’ll show up to your funeral and make the preacher dip

Matching suits for ya crew til ya teams equipped

When I Taylor Gangs, you’ll get left by a Rose on some Khalifa shit

Round 3

Shotgun Suge

If Charron show any type disrespect, I’ma spit in his face

Push his head in his neck, I heard you the type not to follow rules and shit

Well you know I’m handy with tools and shit

I take the soul/sole out like the shoes don’t fit

But fuck that, I step in house like “where the killers?”

Nah? I hit white boy’s family with the pounds like Where the Millers?

You fuckin Canadians is just like the rest, that’s how I feel

This shit for Trayvon, this for the real

I ate skittles in ya face nigga, hoodie on cuz I’m strapped for real

Call this a hate crime, shit gon make the news in the daytime

I let it rain, man it bang like Kemp on the baseline

I put something hot in his hat, atomic, this shit be shooting flames

A comet, when it blast you better be Gary Peyton fast or Super Sonic

When that banana clip then split

You like you bout to lose yourself, you better get a grip

Fuck you nervous or something? You smell like piss and shit

What ya life like nigga? I rise and shine before the sun do

What ya life like nigga?

Getting chased by the cops with nowhere to run to

What ya life like nigga?

Size 12 with a 13 cuz the snub don’t fit in the Timbs

What ya life like? Big and black, can’t get a job cuz of the color of ya skin

What ya life like? I wanted to play ball but I was forced to track

What ya life like? When you was playing golf I was tokin crack

But you up here spittin like somebody believe you

You wanna rap nigga … I NEED to!

So you up here rappin’ trying to get a check?

Aye Smack! He gon get smacked trying to copy respect

Fuck outta here white boy!

Charron

Since it’s round 3 I guess y’all expect me to do a flip

Remember when he said he’ll take out the sole just like the shoe don’t fit

Well guess what? Real talk, I am the great one

I kill em with free’s/freeze like SubZero

Don’t think we’re the same son, why you talking right now?

You’re saying for me to finish him, well he’s lame son

For me to finish him I’ll just take out his soul like Shang Sun

When I announced I’m battling Shotgun Sugar Tits

I apologized after on Twitter

Cuz I begged off Arsonal and had him for dinner

I killed the most viewed, this ain’t a match to consider

You don’t beat the game on expert then go back on beginner

Where’s my Don Demarco? Did people catch this?

If K-Shine was in my corner he’d be squeezing asses

You just bully people, easy tactics

I’m sick enough to buy Mayweather reading glasses

We were supposed to battle in Toronto but he needed practice

So I had to school em later on like evening classes

See that rhyme, it’s quite nice

And what was he saying man?

The whole round he was like saying I’m quite white

And he was saying what is your life like

Well you wanna know what my life’s like?

What you know about people laughing when you say you rap?

So you have to lie

What you know about introducing yourself to Norbes

But he thinks you’re the camera guy

You don’t, we live different lives, that’s real cracker shit

What do you know about having to meet your girlfriend… online

What you know about hearing that the party starts at 7

And you show up... on time

That’s real cracker shit

What you know about people pushing your books

And you getting bullied by the kids in the hall

What you know about your girl dumping you for black dude

Cuz your dick was too small

That’s real cracker shit!

Against Hollyhood you reenacted Juice, that stuff was raw

But on Q I’ll get Bishop to rush you dog

You told Smack “I’m not your son” you can’t claim me something’s wrong

He was almost your father but the lineup was too fuckin long

He’s like you’re crazy

“You know the first time you said that I was kinda trippin right

But guess what, I am crazy right, know what else? I don’t give a fuck”

I don’t give a fuck about ya man, I don’t give a fuck if you battle me

I don’t give a fuck about Suge or washed up rappers like Cassidy... Pow!

They’re tellin me I’m over our time, they saying I’m all over time boy

They haven’t seen you since you battled Bill Collector it’s been awhile boy

The whole time he called me racist, but I got the crowd on my side boy

So how’s it feel? You got 3-0’d by a white boy!

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