DNA vs. Charron

Full lyrics to KOTD's short-notice classic from 2013's "World Domination 4."

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Round 1


I feel like I’m being set up, I lost respect

Even with no prep I’ll still rock correct

Y’all were about to see Shotgun’s death

I would’ve embarrassed Suge, pocket check!

No respect for each other, I’ll rearrange DNA’s molecular structure

I usually bring jokes that are reckless and gutter

I’ll fuck anything that walks

So I won’t talk about having sex with your mother

You lost to (?) Big T, not impressive

You keep getting beat like you got bondage fetish

Yo Dizaster can I get the numbers to all your ex’s

So I can continue to run through your sloppy seconds

Check this, I’m pissed Shotgun didn’t show up but god you’re a hoe

You’re the real shotgun, it takes 3 cocks for you to blow

Yeah, I’m on a roll, I’ll expose DNA like the Maury Povich show

Cuz he wouldn’t be shit without Clips like Tosh.0

I know by himself this guy can’t harm me

It’s like your Sheen invited party

You’re only winning when you get lines from Charlie

He’ll claim that he’ll shoot me with a fictional glock

You’re like Organik with the title, you ain’t ever gonna give me a shot

Forgive my amateur dreams, it’s like you spit in my face

I wanted the champ that this league was too bitch to replace

I put on with Canada taking trips to the states

I went on 106 and made up for Bishop’s mistakes

It’s Mr. 106, finally flipped the card

Beating dudes writtens, freestyling is really hard

Yo Arcane, it’s crazy how much alike we really are

We both won 5 G’s without writing a single bar

Crazy when I slide, they can’t contain me I’m a monster

I will take ya fucking head off and I’ll play a game of soccer

I say you shouldn’t play cuz I’ll straight up change your roster

I’m taking DNA out The Game like Jayceon Taylor’s Doctor

My flow tighter, Charron freestyling I’m a known sniper

Fuck DNA, yo Clips... I’m after his Ghostwriter

Yo your last battle is kind of tragic, I think Smack had to buy casket

Punchlines, cuz like Houdini you died from Magic

You have the worst setups, making stupid mistakes

OCD putting you in your place and with that dentistry, dude's a disgrace

Corey Charron just told the tooth to your face!


Even though he won on 106

Him mentioning that shit about a championship, I think that y’all lame

Why the fuck would Organik give you a shot

When you already lost to the champion, Arcane?

See me, I got punches all the time I can’t respect that

So you supposed to be Suge and be gangsta, nigga? Pocket check back!

Now what’s poppin’ Toronto? I know y’all finally happy to see DNA again

And shit, I’m happy too

Cuz this the first time they put the Canadian Savior versus a Canadian

My last battle was with The Saurus

Some might say I LOST, wait (WEIGHT), that’s a big STRETCH

Did all that RUNNING last year

But still found a casket that fit Ness (FITNESS)

His bitch be on my dick, if you take it PERSONAL, train her (TRAINER)

You’ll be long gone, if it’s beef it’s something you can try ‘cept (TRICEP)

When I PULL UP it’s a must you’ll (MUSCLE) get hit with these 4 arms (FOREARMS)

See y’all may know him as Suge

But since Jim (GYM) backed out on the card he owe (CARDIO)

For them dishing that purse out

So to save y’all REP I showed up so this whole event could WORKOUT

Soon as they set up this battle, DNA versus Charron

I said yeah, it was no question, I told ‘em it took no time to book it

Knowing the fans would be hyped like, “yeah I finally took it”

You had a chance to get 5 thou on a grand prix and at time you couldn’t

It’s no biggie cuz over hip-hop you died from Bulletz

Me I get that 9 and pull it, after that you ain’t look the same

We know you sweet so it explains why you couldn’t beat Suge or Cane (Sugar Cane)

Me, I’m good with aim, keep bullets to park in son (Parkinson)

When that 9’ll spray shots

And leave this Canadian shaking like Michael J. Fox

In that third round I schooled you bout your father, Peter

I swear I lost it son

And since he got young money it’s only right I give Cory Gunz

I was taught when it’s war to (water) ride, like it’s Downey Park

Since he’s a nerd I won’t say I got that 45 or let that 40 spark

Just know if it’s beef you should never surrender

Cuz I’ll rip him all apart and show y’all how

Y’all don’t need a singer to get rid of Corey Hart

It’s Round 1, it’s getting hot in here

And World Domination 4, y’all know my slogan


NO! Get some real rappers in the game the fuck in here!

He’s a lame, y’all should’ve got me a bigger name the fuck in here!

Organik, I want the winner of Pat Stay and Arcane the fuck in here!

I need that title shot! Somebody bring me that chain the fuck in here!

Round 2


Yo you’re the wackest in Smack you can’t start to get worse

It’s getting crazy, you’re Brenda’s baby, you’ve been garbage since birth

You ain’t got no bars that’s tough

I respect Hollow, Charlie, Lux, but a lot of y’all just suck

I’ll fuck Don Demarco up!

This chump battled Diz, son doesn’t matter

You tricked him with a Canadian gimmick

The way you function is backwards

Now you ask Ganik for thousands of bucks as a rapper

You’re George Bush, getting gassed after setting up a Dizaster

Yo Drake don’t look no any further

No Amanda Bynes this pussy’s getting murdered

You think I don’t have guns? Did you ask around?

I tutored about your son, he didn’t pat me down

We usually battle on the ground, get clapped right now

Your brains blown out on stage like Danny Brown

I’ll step to you for the revenue, it’s a stomp down, no F’in (Ephin) crew

I’m sending troops to execute

Head removed, mid air resembling a red balloon

Exit wounds, put you on ice while I’m next to you

The ending of 22’s getting hotter than a Titanic engine room

I’m in an aggressive mood, I will bend his tooth and dead this tube

Get this dude in another dentist room

Showing every special move that's indented to

Hit ‘em with the force of a mac truck while I’m masked up like MF Doom

C’mon DNA, get in the loop

I’ll toss your mother in a pool, vegetable soup

You got booed in front of Eminem, murdered for choking

You put the mic down, you should learn how to hold it

You pulled a Tim Duncan verse your opponent

You couldn’t handle the Heat in the Spur of the moment

Hoeish, you ain’t really gonna scrap

It’s like a mixed shawarma, beef with this chicken and it’s a wrap

You admit on tracks you never grip the gat

You do gun lines cuz they’re easy to write and kids react

Your bars are like your new tooth when it’s back

Cuz you need something false in your mouth just to bridge the gap!

You’re Charlie’s bitch, he clowns this queer

Every time he kicks you out the couch you tear

You called the cops to remove him from the house this year

Like, “y’all know my slogan, GET HIM THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!”

Nah, get his face the fuck outta here, get his brain the fuck outta here

Get his something, something, choo choo train the fuck outta here

His mom in a rap like shoot ‘em with your blade the fuck outta here

That’s my slogan ma’, get her triple legs the fuck outta here!

Nah, get DNA the fuck outta here!

Nah, get Arcane the fuck outta here!

You had that line?! Nah, get Pat Stay the fuck outta here!

See, I just rebuttaled his whole line, get DNA the fuck outta here!

Give me my title shot and I’ll get the chain the fuck outta here!


Charron I respect you for getting gangsta with me

Now you supposed to be this tough white boy and his dudes fronting

But you let Dizaster come to ya city, call Canadians faggots

And you ain’t do nothing

Now at World Domination 2 you battled Cruger

And he exposed you for having a fake girlfriend on Facebook

And I know that shit touched his heart

Cuz everybody in that crowd saw how his face looked

The President hooked you up and you did that shit all for looks

And even though that was ya first lady, you still couldn’t get in Laura Bush

If they offered him a prostitute he probably would cop one

But it makes sense why he dated Laura

Cuz they both had issues with a Shotty and Shotgun

So for you having a fake girlfriend just shows that you a actual geek

Got no confidence, low self esteem and you’re a rapper that’s weak

Laura starred in a horror movie even though that shit only lasted a week

She was in London riding Shotty like the passenger seat

And since Charron don’t have sex y’all shouldn’t spaz or gas him (ORGASM)

Cuz Organik gave him his chance to be on the TOP

He tried to help this DICK

See you was on the verge and (VIRGIN)

This pussy couldn’t sell a bit (CELIBATE)

Me, if I see men (SEMEN) I lay techs (LATEX) cuz they mad twat

So you can come squirting with 60 9’s (69’s)

My whole team throwing BACK-SHOTS

My flow is too RAW for Trevor, I kilt him on the real tho

And since he don’t roll with real gangstas or Gs

Then I’ll be strapped when I’ll be coming for Deal dough (DILDO)

Me and you got a vendetta, I guess they thought I wouldn’t spaz on dude

Y’all probably figured Charron would go off

And I wouldn’t BLACKOUT too (2)

See when I got a VENGEANCE

I’m bound to reap CARNAGE with that black 9

So the ending result is

Y’all be seeing him in the hospital hooked up to a FLATLINE

Why else y’all think Organik booked me for World Domination for?

To have the best performance, kill Charron at World Domination 4

See you tried to rebuttal my shit so get Shotty Horroh the fuck outta here

Get ya fake ass relationship, get Laura the fuck outta here

You wanna act crazy, get the spark the fuck outta here

Lose that chain and everything from 106 and Park the fuck outta here

Get everything from ya house, ya crib, to ya dog the fuck outta here

Had that nigga over there

That had to help you fuck bitches on tour the fuck outta here

I’ll expose you til niggas know to choke you the fuck outta here

Y’all don’t respect him, get him and if y’all don’t like him

Then y’all niggas should understand

Y’all should get the country the fuck in here

Canada y’all real, it’s ugly the fuck in here

You just Organik’s worker, get this flunky the fuck outta here!

Round 3


He said he’s coming for a dildo, slow it down, he’s cumming for a dildo

No, no, you really need to function this now

He’s coming for a dildo, get it, I don’t even need to rebuttal this round

Talking all this shit, it’s nothing profound

You said I’m celibate? Yeah, cuz I ain’t fucking around

You battled my main bitch Tarsi playing the piano’s all you do hater

You bring up Tarsi again, you’ll end up in the newspaper

When I get Laura to start shooting like Tomb Raider

I could kill D on the spot

You should be thankful for this league that we got

I know why you’re here, you ain’t loyal to King Of The Dot

It’s cuz Smack does bad business and Summer Madness 3 is a flop

You threaten me with weapons like that shit’s scary

It doesn’t faze me, they’re imaginary

Fuck it, I’ll do a line about the gats I carry

I’m Charles Ramsey, break into ya crib with that big mac

Now I got a man to bury (Amanda Berry)

It’s scary you’re the best replacement

I could kill you with little preparation

I had a casket for Suge, but that pussy could never make it

So I’m putting DNA in someone else’s boxes like artificial insemination

That faggot Suge couldn’t take me at the best

He didn’t show cuz I’d straight beat him to death

Fuck that I’ll roll out to Grape Street with some gats

And run him out of Jersey like Jay-Z did the Nets

Suge, as a man you can’t escape it

If you whine (wine) I’ll turn a grape into a California raisin

Yo Lush, I’ll fly out to Cali with some Grape Crips

And tap Suge’s pockets at Battle of the Bay 6

Stop telling girls that Drake is your dad

He’s not a fan of your music, the songs you’ve made are just sad

No artist would collab, you’re painfully bad

Even Dexter Morgan wouldn’t bring DNA to the lab

Damn he’s from the mean streets, bro it’s rough

He once saw a kid-napping, so he woke him up

Nah I ain’t on that joking stuff

I’m rolling up to put him in a Cobra clutch

To lay the beat down like Tony Touch

Call up some Crip friends if there’s chrome to touch

I’ll have you ducking a Hollow like Loaded Lux

But enough of that, where are your guns that’ll leave me in a casket?

Taking pictures with your sister’s the only time I seen you with a ratchet

I don’t look hip-hop so birdies are chirping

They won’t give me props even though I’ve earned and deserved it

They know I’m on tour with all the girls that I’m working

They see an ignorant birded reflection and it hurts and disturbs them

If you’re afraid to be my fan cuz you think I’m a nerd or a virgin

Who followed his dreams

Then all that it means is you’re insecure as a person

Put your money where your mouth is, we used to spit on the block

Put on our own cash whether we win it or not

All of your battles are promo and it’s pissing me off

Cuz Smack rappers are bitches that can’t admit that they lost

The way the sike or the handshake left

I just bodied DNA and Pat Stay’s next!


Y’all niggas know I’m ill with the freestyles, so I can rap it faster

Nigga fuck trying to squirt a clip, I don’t got time for this virgin bitch

You’re Jaz The Rapper

Before you try to step in the lane with me? Nigga you killing me

I’d rather lose a battle, but first you gotta lose your virginity

See this nigga tried to spit ill bars like he’s Einstein

And said I can’t admit a loss like I’m from Smack

Stupid, I started in Grind Time

You know what, let’s switch it, we could respect that shit

I’m happy he got in front of the stage

So now when I get these bars, I can direct (Drect) that shit

First of all, honestly you need to stop it

Judged battle number one, I took a W off profit

Now he was tight saying it ain’t my day

A month later I had another judged battle against AKA

So what is he talking, getting ill

Saying I don’t take judged battles I start ‘em

I even took a judged battle in Florida and lost to Farnum

So now they wanna get crazy saying don’t test me

I even lost to a Canadian in a judged battle, Loe Pesci

So now he gon talk like it’s on and they know this is on

When I couldn’t lose another battle so I battled Rone

And you saw with the props so y’all know I’m the bomb

Now I remember this shit just like yesterday

I landed right down in London, right in JFK

And as soon as I got there I watched his battle versus HFK

Now first I was like, “this dude is crazy, this shit is cool”

Til I saw him getting personal with his friend & I’m like, “this kid’s a fool”

Cuz in the hood loyalty with friends is one of the biggest rules

And you sacrificed that to try to get a million views

That’s why when I saw these fans laughing

I was looking like it ain’t all that funny

Cuz he should get hit with a hollow

For not knowing it’s Loyalty Over Money

This nigga was spreading rumors doing shit that was worse than a chick

Trying to disrespect ya man saying stuff that was hurtful and shit

You took your time to design those rhymes with every verse that you spit

So let me ask you was that $400 worth all of that personal shit?

I guess not, the closest you see me and Charlie Clips battle is that 2 on 2

Cuz we friends til it’s over

When I got personal with Dizaster it’s cuz I didn’t like him

I thought that beef would never be over

Even though we cool now

It’s a saying I keep in my head til I’m dead in a coma

You supposed to keep your friends close, but ya enemies closer

See Charron, I’ll give it to you

You nice, you can freestyle, all ya lyrics is hard

But you got no loyalty that’s what stops you from being a legitimate star

HFK gave you advice, probably help you finish ya bars

And to get a buzz you name dropped and dissed ‘em like Kendrick Lamar

That’s why everybody in Canada can’t fuck with you

If ya parents watched that battle, both of them would feel uncomfortable

You do that shit to me

I’ll hit you with an uppercut and start punching you

Even though we the same age, by the looks of things

You got a lot of growing up to do

You a boy, I’m a man, I’m Eminem, you a Stan

I’m all palm, you a hand, you HBO, I’m On-Demand

Now you on Summer Madness wanna talk about Smack fucking up

Cuz now he think he got stars too

He said it’s Bars Over Names

But he forgot I’m a nigga with a name and I got bars too

Now I just put Corey in a box with that 9 and glock

And Organik I won’t be back until I get that title shot

Time nigga! Sike! I lied nigga!

Cover photo by Dan Gibs for KOTD.

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