[Round 1: Scotty]

Bro, you are gonna say some of the corniest shit I've ever heard

And I know that

For a fact

But they gon' laugh at yo' ass, you know why? Cause you white and I'm black

But you white white tho', you ain't one of them ones that's tryin' to be a brother you know, and I can respect that

Hella, if I wanted to battle a wigger, I would've just booked Pat

My dawg called me like, "Who you got next?"

I said, "Bro if I told you, you wouldn't be a believer."

He said, "Who you got?"

I said, " You know that lil' white boy that be battlin' on Wild 'N Out?"

He said, "Who? Justina?"

I said, "Nah man. Nah. Not him. I mean. Not her

I'm talkin' 'bout the skinny, tall dude from Canada

The one who don't shit else but the freestyle battles

Rest of the show he walk around lookin' stupid on camera."

He said, "Yeah. Lil' white boy can freestyle tho."

I'm like, "Yeah, well that's about it."

You better freestyle a whole round cause your writtens don't be 'bout shit

Boy you be punchin' in bunches and just be prayin' to land somethin'

If I do punches in bunches, bitch the ambulance comin'

Fuckin' rappin', we scrappin' nigga, let's hand for hand somethin'

A beam on this bitch chest, I get a mammogram from him

Why? Cause we seen him battlin' Nick Cannon, even seen him battlin' Big Kannon

I'm like, "Okay bitch, I wanna see what you do with this cannon."

He havin' big panics, I'm talkin' 'bout big panics

I hate to sound like Trump but, man I don't give a fuck about his panics (Hispanics)

Cause you out here rockin' out here rockin' Make America Great Again hats

Stay in Canada bitch

Then you takin' pictures with confederate flags on your sh-

Stay off camera bitch

Cause my black and Latino people don't play like that ese

Get that through your egg ass head 'fore I scramble ya shit

Wait a minute, I'm turnin' up way too soon y'all, where my manners and shit

Welcome to the south bitch

You in my house bitch

We be sippin' sizzy hoe, we be drippin' sauce bitch

You in my house bitch, so you gonna show me some respect

So when you rap, take that bass out ya voice young man, suck in ya fuckin' chest

We don't believe all that tough shit you be talkin' dawg, you are not a fuckin' threat

Only time niggas say yo' bitch ass clappin' is when yo' girl got on a summer dress

If you gonna be stayin' in my house little boy, we gonna have some chores for you

I mean me casa su casa, right?

That mean it's yours too

First off, take out that trash ass verse that you got in store for use

Then go polish ya flow, right after I mop the floor witchu

I told him that he's always welcome my do's is open

Truth be told if he roll up in my back woods (Backwoods) we're gonna smoke him

Let's get right, I grab a stiff knife, I'm gonna poke him

White boy bet' not be Home Alone if he ain't Macaulay Culkin

I mean cause you prolly could beat me dawg, just not here

A lot of dudes wanna walk in my shoes, but this just my pair

He like, "This supposed to be a United States Scotty. I thought we was together man. Somethin' just not clear."

Boy, now you arrival (a rival) just you just got here

The part you're (departure) missin', is if Scotty take flight, I damage ya

I pull up with a buncha chopsticks and mop sticks, I feel like a Chinese janitor

In court, they got me on a body, district attorney tryin' to lock me

Man, tell that bitch, I'll handle her

Man I will can' a DA like I was tryin' to spell "Canada"

Then the judge like, "Uh. Mr. Scott you intentionally shot Charron three times. Young man you're on some savage shit."

"No, no, no your honor. I intentionally shot him twice. Now that third one? Was an accident."

You should've seen the lil' white boy, up there talkin' on some tough rapper shit

Up there puttin' on a show, actin' like I won't clap the shit

Yeah I'm American, but don't forget the part I'm African

Next time you wanna go rockin' Confederate flags and shit

Cause my American side like, "Ah he from Canada. He don't know what's up." Give him a pass and shit

But the black in me like, "Fuck all that. He know what's up. Let's whoop his ass lil' bitch."

So watch that lil' stuff that you're wearin' in the message ya sharin'

Beat the bitch outta him, turn this nigga Charron into Sharon

But he call himself "Billy Pistolz"

I wonder, which pistol this bitch Sharon is carryin'?

Two 2's, one for you and ya crew. Yeah I know sharing is caring."

Cause if I hit him wit' two clips they like, "Boy you grindin'."

But if I slap him cross his face they like, "Boy you Shining."

That Texas boy cold and that pressure they put on it just bought you diamonds

Told him I'm a king in this battle rap jungle they like, "Boy you lyin' (lion)."

It's President Scotty, this branch that I'm smokin' is executive

When it come to this Texas shit, I'm one of they top delegates

So I advise you, not to fuck with nobody in this house that I represent

Cause all the cans in my cabinet good, hell I'll even send it (senate) to your president

I had to tell ya bitch, ya nigga 'bout to die hoe

And judgin' by them thighs, that pussy gon' die wit' him

I'm like, "Shit. Hold it up." Put it to my nose and stuff

Girl I want it, it's my dinner, y'all already know what's up

She opened up and let me dive in her

I'm puttin' good D from Texas to Canada like Kawhi Leonard

If I shout it I'm 'bout it, you doubt it? Come and find out

Lame, this ain't a game, you cannot take a time out

You see how comfortably I'm dressed nigga? It's cause the south is my house

I spit flames if you try to Rick James my couch

A side nigga, we out this bitch

[Round 1: Charron]

I said listen Scotty, I really think outta Houston you the weakest MC

He got all them Wild 'N Out jokes, so I'm squeezin' the three

Give him the red head, now he look a lot more like Justina to me

See all them Wild 'N Out jokes you got, they ain't insane

At your next family reunion they won't say ya name

I battled Big Kannon, Nick Cannon, what I'm doin' with this cannon? Ooh I'm takin' aim

When I Pick Up And Kill It, it ain't a game

See they ain't gonna get that, and he doin' the Raptors bars

I'm thinkin' he gon' die fast

I mean you thinkin' you Kawhi Leonard? You thinkin' I'm someone you can bypass?

You really think you winnin'?

Hahaha; Kawhi laugh

We still doin' rebuttals? Y'all still want the rebuttals or give him the writtens? What do we want?

Rebuttals?

Oh they want rebuttals? Well I'm doin' that

I swear to God I'm a white boy but I got the toolie strapped

He sayin' I'm Home Alone like Macaulay Culkin, I got him movin' back

I go hard in the paint, when I hit him with the can' over and over it ain't a booby trap

See Scotty, you gettin' more than a payday out me

I've been takin' an L since Shine slapped the mayonnaise out me

Been doin' karate on the low, I'll drop him with a bow

I got one hit wonders; Scotty Doesn’t Know

I'll fucking kill your whole family next time

I settle scores with sudden death, everybody will get tied

Ya mom, ya sis' all ya friends died

Even your child fucked if I pull out this TEC-9 (Tech 9)

It's dead time, have it goin' through his cartilage

Get stabbed at his event, H.O.M.E. is where the heart is

We shoulda battled on N.O.M.E. this bitch losin

You woulda died on SMACK I call that "Whitney", Houston

I said this your event, I ain’t accepting a truce

You gettin' beat at H.O.M.E. 2; domestic abuse

Send me the proof, I don’t think that your squad tougher

June 8th is doomsday I’ll turn this to a Blockbuster

He lay in a trash can got stuck with a box cutter

Jean Grey in The Last Stand I’m fuckin' up Scott Summer(s)

Stop frontin', claimin' I'll catch a hot hand

That’s All Eyez On Me; 'Pac fan

I roll up on him like "God damn"

Put him in a bag, pipes will get him killed (kilt) and I don’t care where Scott land (Scotland)

You a fake ass Verb; no rhymes

Think he's showtime 'til it's show time

I'll ride up, it's go time

Wanna be Verb in Houston 'til you face something Loaded; N.O.M.E. 9

Shoot until I’m out of ammo but hold it down

I brought a Big Kannon and it comes with a bonus round

I can press Scott (Prescott) and I don’t watch sports

Get off Scott free, killed in on Scott’s porch

It’s gotta hurt Scott just got torched

White boy layin' a beat down I’m Scott Storch

You set this up this event and the doe straight

Don’t think you safe cause you gettin' the H.O.M.E. plate

You said the fans gonna have headphones on, I'm like "Oh great"

Now they can finally hear your bars while they're havin' a smoke break

Let’s knuckle up

Yo I'm fuckin' up

Yo where's my water?

Nah we in Houston, I need that double cup

But where's my manners though?

Welcome to the south bitch

You in my house bitch

We be sippin' sizzer hoe, we be drippin' sauce bitch

See I’m in Houston by myself this not smart

Get knocked out the ballpark

I’m scanning the Bar Code and baggin' shit up, I’m Rum Nitty at Walmart

Y'all start thinkin' he a Prince cause he Rap-A-Lot

I snap a lot

Peel his lid back facts; Snapple top

Left Earth when I battled Roc

NASA launch'; astronaut

Houston we have a...dead dead body let the casket drop

Yo this has to stop, you're an after thought

Butterfly effect with the pen I’m known to black a lot

Get split this what Kourtney Kardashian’ got

If Scott diss sick, here's an 'Antidote' I’m Travis Scott

We good now no reason to look now

Just don’t get outta pocket like a Suge round

"I lost to Corey Charron" doesn’t have a good sound

You're the opposite of Twork you lettin' the hood down

I am not Strapped In I will not clap you in a coma

Hat flips I could get slapped at any moment

But I watched your PG, I saw it on my phone

I can’t believe you got bodied by Rhymezone

3-0, Loso

You couldn’t check religion

I was gonna have a Scott Steiner bar, but you never winnin

Battle raps like wrestling you couldn’t test a Christian

We be drippin' sauce-

Man you never drippin'

Cut the swag out, get to spittin

Bermuda Triangle all that fly shit we’ll have you end up missin'

Smack who is this?

Got this body down to a T; crucifix

This cracker's bread different; it ain't somethin' you can risk (Eucharist)

You lost to DNA, Ill Will, now you lose to this, you could use a lift (Lyft)

If you can't handle one star who gon' ride witchu? Uber trips

I shoulda got Trez, I'd have stupid flips

Give me Glue' for this

T-Top you’d get rinsed

I’d expose Chess (chest) on cam'; Shooney's tits

But I heard Trez was talkin' shit, well he needs to worry

You ain’t in my level, that's an easy 30

The Chef don’t have my undivided attention Ayesha Curry

We can’t trade spots

I beat the Shine's and Tay Roc's

And head off to the next body; face swaps

I get paid lots

What I charge is the fair at (Phara) Funerals, now you stuck in that same box

You mad? I told you I'd take shots of

Texas Chainsaw, I get under your skin as soon as we face off

It used to be, "Fuck Charron. He's gettin' cooked."

Now it's "I love Charron. He's gettin' booked."

Leather Face, these bodies gave me a different look

And it seems worse, this ain't the old Charron, do your research

I got the confidence of T-Rex buyin' smedium t-shirts

Bar game crazy for my dogs I’m going mental

John Wick I’m catching bodies with this pencil

And I can freestyle prepare for a takeover

All I need in Houston is a Lil Flip and it’s 'Game Over'

A wizard with the frees what you rappin' I’m gon' flip

Scotty next to the GOAT I’m back in my Bull shit

Go Jordan on you

No sorry on you

Bring up that DNA problem go Maury on you

Liquor pourin' on you

Treat you like Big Kannon and drop a 40 on you

Get beat up, you're a weak fuck, Canadian but my team tough

It's Hands Across America as soon as you see Us

I said the TEC chrome drawn

Hit him from the right and the left gon' bomb

He gettin' lit up from both sides, look like he got headphones on

Nothing he saids iller, I don't respect filler

Y'all know my slogan, I'm the PH reject killer