Round 1
Charlie Clips
So I got a call from some Cali number
Like, ‘Uh no’ I’m tryna book you
I’m like, ‘Lush, damn nigga, you work fast’
He like, ‘What’s it going to take to get you out to Cali bro?’
I’m like, ‘Floor seats to the Lakers game, I wanna be there when Kobe throw his first pass’
Make sure they goin’ against the Clippers too
Cause I wanna see Chris Paul versus Nash
Now who you got for me Lush?
And this nigga replied Dirtbag
I looked at my phone for 10 minutes
And then I replied, ‘Dirtbag?’
Fuck the Lakers, fuck the Clippers
I don’t wanna see Chris Paul versus Nash
Kobe’s a ball hog anyways, we ain’t never gon’ see his first pass
And unless you got $1 million I will never battle Dirtbag
He said, ‘Bro the food out here is amazing’
I said, ‘Book my plane ticket’
You used to be the Bay’s favorite Son
It’s like the West Coast was conceiving you
Now you so garbage, baby Pac and Brenda don’t believe in you
You named yourself Dirtbag
The first Rap name I found believable
Cause you cheap, easy to get smoked and you like havin’ seeds in you
Damn homie, in Grind Time you was the man homie
What the fuck happened to you?
See what happened to you is your Rap styled died out once the URL came and took over
But rappers like Okwerd, The Saurus and Dizaster
Showing SMACK rappers they ain’t no pushover
So let’s put all 4 of them together
Now I want everybody to take a look closer
If they the Ninja Turtles which one is Dan?
Michelan No, he’s a foot solider
I know, comparin’ him to the Ninja Turtles, how original
Yeah I may be grown but bar for bar, I’m in December
You stuck on April that’s K. C. Jones
MAGIC said you can take the 3 off your gun
I name my 80, Jones
A 100 shots a 100 bags, I’m serious with my Math
I name my 80, Jones
No disrespect to my bro, serious boy, I’m serious
I think sons tough
But if my Math serves my right, I can end this battle with one punch
Cause the way I rolled up, the cops don’t know whether to arrest me or bring one dutch
Cause after I smoked ‘em, all they found was a Dirtbag and some guts
Word is you some Mexican, Ariba Riba you dumb fuck
I’m in an Escalade with a .38 lettin’ my gun buck
I’m in that same Escalade, grippin’ that 40 Cal. lettin’ my gun buss
We both Mexican, cause I’m servin’ every kind of shell out of that one truck
So go ahead and be predictable Dan
Mention the part I did about SMACK and how Star & Bucwild called me a snitch
That’s my nigga, plus when Star smack
He been goin’ buckwild for some shit
If you a star, I get you slapped and go buckwild with the 5th
I know SMACK a star, but that don’t mean you got to go buckwild on his dick
It’s time nigga
Dirtbag Dan
So Lush said Dirtbag Dan versus Charlie Clips
Even I was like, ‘Shit,’ that hardly fits
This battle is a stretch, like Charlie’s tits in them XX tee’s he hardly fits
You’re a fat mutha fuckq, I see you tryna coup
You say you big-boned but we both know you lie to folks
You self-conscious so when you order food it’s like some kind of joke
Either type to supersize the fries, on the side, lil’ Diet Coke
[unclear]…What you don’t think that’s right Clips?
Wait Clips, I got them linin’ up to watch you catch this fade, that’s great Clips
He the type of mutha fucka to dream of space, cause that’s the only place that he weightless
He go to Curves they put him on a wait list
Says it’s going to take a long time to shake this
Wait, when was the last time they weighed Clips?
Don’t hate like you ain’t trippin’ off your weight Clips
You talk about it in every blog you do
If you weren’t trippin’ you wouldn’t say shit
That’s how you loose your main bitch
She probably get moist if I wave at her, that bitch give me brain, no brain matter
And since I’m from the Bay I get paid after
You are so lucky I’m married cause on-site any bitch you love can get knocked up
Hoe get a taste of the hard White, she’ll never go back to this soft gun
Why you think these women desert you?
Cause after every dinner you order dessert too
And if you rebuttal any of these fuckin’ fat jokes, then you are fat and that hurt you
I’m sayin’ his government name, Charles Brown
How unlike Charlie Brown is that
Which is ironic cause they pay you peanuts now to get covered in dirt like Pig-Pen
You get smoked like a Loosie
If you actin’ stoopy I’ll leave you lyin’ on that rooftop
And if you lookin’ for them bird bars I got the rifle with the Woodstock
I could of came to this battle jet-lagged
I could of came to this battle unprepared
Fat ass Charlie lost this battle when he had to walk up them fuckin’ stairs
Round 2
Charlie Clips
Shout out to everybody that brought tickets to this event
But these next few bars is for everybody at home
Whether you on ya computer or on your phone
I want you to create a new tab, go to YouTube and type in Dirtbag Dan vs Rone
Now you gonna have to leave this battle for a second
So it’s gonna feel like you leavin’ heaven now
Cause you’re gonna go through hell tryna hear his bars
But I need you to skip straight into the 2nd round
Where this nigga did a bird scheme and he named every bird
And then in the middle of the scheme he screams, ‘B-B-B-Burrrrm’
It was the worst scheme that I have ever heard
My Great-Grandmother died in front of me
I seen niggas get shot on every curb
But the worst thing that happened in my life was watchin’ that 2nd round and memorizing every word
B-B-B-Burm
Who the fuck told you that scheme was hot anyway?
I hope it was Lush that told you that it was super flames
On a real, I hope you did, you know why?
Cause all his career gonna use a lame
Aint it awkward how he use Okwerdz to get the password but…[unclear]
Now it’s awkward cause when we type in passwords we don’t look for this username
It’s awkward like if we pass words then I’ll abuse ya frame
You’ll die awkward, you’re a pass, word
I let that Ruga Bang
You know what else is awkward
How passwords can say I let that ??? bang
And ya’ll will go crazy
It’s awkward ya’ll treat passwords like he’s Pootie Tang
Ok that last line was awkward
I should of let it pass, word
I tried the movie thing
Who’s ya idol Lil B?
Oh oh see he’ll never let the ??? bang [10:00]
Wait a minute, Lil B, O-O-C
That Lil Boosie name cause ya’ll can have a wipe me down when I pick up and let that Uzi rain
That’s life, you know why?
Cause earlier he called me Boosie
So now I have to rebuttal this shit and try to smoke him like a loosey
He try to talk about me not gettin’ coochie
And laugh at me bein’ Charlie Brown when I’m usin’ that Uzi
Well it’s funny cause I clap you in the car and leave you on the roof like Snoopy
And ya’ll gon’ tell me this nigga is undefeated art The Bay
Well shit nigga I can’t tell
Talk about he hustle and get a workout, well answer this,
Why this man frail?
Every gun I got, sane
My shit’s Blu, more than Cantrell
I send him a damn shell, knock the bitch out this nigga
Or ya’ll won’t get it until Dan yell
You gon’ need a crazy bar this battle Dan
On some G shit you gon’ need one
I shoot til’ the gun empty then reload with the same clip, that’s a rerun
They pay me racks to burn this Dirtbag until the weed done
You know what?
I always say my slogan but when you smoke a nigga this bad, you don’t need one
Dirtbag Dan
All these fuckin’ terrible fuckin’ shooter bars
If you got the strap, then cock it back
Prove this fake gangsta shit is not an act
The only 45 I seen Charlie pack is that gross-ass-percentage of body fat
You wanna play that game? Well we can play that game then
I put the metal to his mouth like Charlie Parker
Let the pipes blow unless Charlie pay
I’m after than green man
It may always be sunny in Philadelphia, but this ain’t Charlie Day
Now I don’t give a fuck where Charlie stay, you’re not gangsta you’re full of shit
Town business
These real G’s will leave you in a pool of piss
EMT gon’ cover son up, cause he full of clips
You hear that shit?
I said cover-sun-up, that’s a full eclipse
That’s why frontin’ out here is not an option
Cause when it’s on and poppin’ they leave bodies droppin’
Or have Miss Brown in town coffee shoppin’
Long nose pointed at them like Caustic watchin’
You know what? I don’t even need that long nose
I could beat you to death with these strong bones and ti-knees
Please try me Charlie I kill a brother like Tong Po
Kickboxer bars, yeah yeah
What’s wrong bro? I mean what’s up with you?
How come musically nobody fuck with you?
One punch will have you throwing up blood like you don’t fuck with blue
I’m a Cali boy so wearin’ out these Chucks, nothin’ new
You need to take every dollar they paid you today and get that gut removed
They got you gastric, you bypass, DNA won’t be trustin’ you
Yeah, fuck around you could end up in a body cast
Muthafuckin’ put him down on his back like that
Charlie acts sick but look at his fuckin’ shirt stretchin’ out from his back like that, you got back-tits Charlie
That’s disgustin’
Fuck with Dan, I’m smashin’ somethin’
Act like this beard is half as tough as this shit, you’re lyin’ sucker
Come on look at this shit
Battle of The Bay, Dirtbag Dan stayin’ undefeated
I’m sick of these fuckin’ stat rappers that got me fuckin’ heated
No judges in this battle cause we don’t fuckin’ need it
After this display, fuck it, I’m bout to dropkick this fat bitch
Dirtbag Dan I’m that sick kickflips and fuckin’ backflips
Yeah I skateboard hoe, on some White boy shit
You wanna try this shit? You can fly real quick with a Flash Kick like I’m Guile
I got that much style, I’m out this bitch
Round 3
Charlie Clips
So they gon’ brought a nigga straight out the Dragon’s Lair
From the East Coast that can speak fire
Against a nasty-ass Dirtbag, who’s lyrically a weak lighter
Who in here know who Dan really is?
Oh ya’ll don’t know? Well let me preach choir
For my videogame-heads Dan is the wackest character in Street Fighter
See they tried to gas Dan up to be like Ryu
But his skills set is not quite there
Dan is gay, his punches are weak and his Aduket stops right here
They even tried to make Dan be like my brother Ken
So he been biting, a Caucasian slash thin light skin
Nigga gonna loose half his energy with one punch from M. Bison
And they tried to put that against Ryu?
A nigga that can throw the Hadouken make this room split do a broom kick…[unclear]
See it’s wordplay like that they pay me for, that help ya views flip
I ain’t gonna punchline this whole round
I’m gonna give you Fabolous bars on some Clue shit
They say I’m out of control, I’m on a role
For the bread I make this hero split, he can jet
Catch seven from the Wesson my G no Smith
I give ya I-20, I’m a Ludacris artist with these bingo flips
I give ya eye 20, that’s ludicrous artist with a bingo chip
You got nerve callin’ yourself a legend
Nigga you the reason that this battle was weird
I be like, ‘Yo I got a Dirtbag,’ they be like, ‘Nah we don’t smoke it’
I’m like, ‘No the guy with the beard,’ they like, ‘Oh’
Nobody knows you, but I still flew out to crush this hater
Back in the day it was ‘I got Dan,’ now it’s ‘For real I’m doing Lush a favor’
And that’s G shit
Fans writing me left and right like, ‘Why you even take this battle?’
I’m like, ‘Duh I’m White now, plus I’m getting paid racks to travel’
They like but Clips, this is Dirtbag, he’s not the 4th or the 3rd bag, not the 2nd or the 1st bag
He’s the last, I mean the worst bag
Think about it, he’s a dirt bag
If this High School he’s the 1st class
If it’s Elementary nigga you Social Studies, that was the worst class
Your girl your world
Well bring her to URL get ya earth smashed
Let K-Shine on her, put her in Jersey
Tell Surf splash, I got a shooter like…[unclear]
He graduated out of dirt class
His silence will make his bullets whistle
You don’t even know you got shot, you think a nerve passed
Yeah yeah, what is it like 11 o’clock?
2AM in the mornin’ Eastern time?
And the crowd fuckin’ with me now?
You got the style and the beard of a man that was fuckin’ with a child
Yall give a dirt bag when I be puffin’ on the loud
I ain’t battle you this whole time
I’m Ron Artest in Indians, I just throw punches for the crowd
Yeah like I said Dan, you gon’ need a crazy bar this round, you gon’ need one
I shoot you til’ the gun empty, reload the clip, that’s a rerun
They pay me money to burn this Dirtbag and I’m gon’ do it til’ the weed done
Ya’ll know my slogan? No? Cause when you smoke a nigga this bad, you don’t need one
Dirtbag Dan
You catch me on a bad day, that’s luck chuck
I ain’t a hater but fuck chuck, trill shit ya’ll make me sick every time that you up chuck
Me and chuck beef, I’m like fuck…[unclear]
I’ll turn chuck face into chuck beef
It’s like chuck steak versus thick fillet
I’ll should refuse to serve this faggot like chick fil a
I seen that battle with Hollow man where he got all racist like, ‘Face me boy’
Then you turned around and told the crowd, ‘I’m White now Canada, make some noise’
Got me thinking about your beef with SMACK and how you’re a disloyal faggot or at least a rat
I mean think about it, you let a Canadian Nazi call you “boy” to your face
And then you jumped on his side, you’re not even loyal to your race
He says he needs eight racks and they owe you that
Bitch every ounce of faith you have, you owe to SMACK
Shit when we met, I thought you were DNA’s social worker I didn’t even know you Rap
It’s a conspiracy right? And they hold you back
Beasley ain’t never respected Clips
Why the fuck would they make you the face of SMACK when your face looks like a catchers mitt
He thinks he deserves that big money, I don’t feel like you’re doing enough
You air out the people that put you on, I feel like that’s stupid as fuck
He did a 40 minute blog talkin’ company business so clearly Clips ain’t the dude you can trust
Let me ask you somethin’ Lush
If you don’t pay Judas enough, what the fuck make you think he won’t do it to us?
I’m saying, that’s why I had to come out here and murk you
That’s why you have to battle fuckin’ Dirt too
You got to earn your stripes and when you come to The Bay, I have to fuckin’ hurt you
I mean you turned your back on your set, I should slap this muthafucker in his own neck
Broils on that shit, cookin’ hotdogs, you’re no sweat
I’m sayin’ though, even if I go free Dirtbag Dan is still OG and Oh Me
I gotta tell this muthafucker I’m about to flow free
Now like I said
He says he needs eight racks and they owe you that
Bitch every ounce of faith you have, you owe to SMACK
Shit when we met, I thought you were DNA’s social worker I didn’t even know you Rap
It’s a conspiracy right? And they hold you back
Beasley ain’t never respected Clips
Why the fuck would they make you the face of SMACK when your face looks like a catchers mit
Now I had to bring it all the way back and I was hoping I could remember that shit but it didn’t work
Jet lag as a mutha fucker I wish that trip didn’t hurt
Sure you got me Charlie and I may have came a little bit unprepared
But you still sweat a whole bucket of fat when you came your fat ass up those stairs
Everybody gotta take a loss sometimes…[crowd noise]
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