[Round 1: Charlie Clips]

How the fuck is my swag off, fag sauce?

When you called Rich Dolarz handsome twice?

And was the only one who knew he played football his the pads off

That means you'll go to a Lions game in a Viking helmet

Wearing Jacksonville Jag draws and buy Old Navy shirts

And call Calicoe over like, "Rip the tags off."

You the 4th dirtiest nigga in battling, {points to Calicoe}

You 3rd

But got the nerve to tell niggas they swag off

And it's been 5 battles straight and you have yet to take that hat off

Now either Blind Fury is your barber, he zipped you and took the back off

Or you have a hairline that'll make Lebron happy but piss Smack off

You know what, fuck the jokes, I ain't got time for all the extra kidding

So I don't wanna hear how you been hard

Which one of y'all niggas got his SIM card?

Cause his texts/Tec's is missing, not mine

I got Mobs, throw that extra clip in

You'll get Roc'd cause I let my K-Shine without Rex permission

Aye Mook! He wanna be a Ruff Ryder

Y'all should let this bitch take Eve's spot

Knock his wig off, he'll get the same scalp Jada' and Styles P got

I show up in Detroit with a gun that's big enough to take Sheek's spot

So when it's shooting you better tell everybody in the D-Block

Before I kill you with more lines like that, it's some real shit I gotta address

X-Factor, the new old nigga, I'm sorry y'all but I'm not all that impressed

Cause in order to be a champion you gotta defeat a champion

Be ready to give and take a beat down

And under no circumstance do you get scared

And demand to go under three rounds

Smack and Beasley called your phone, am I lying?

And you was like, "I mean, I mean, I mean

I'm not fearing shit, a fat bitch bungee cord snapped on Richie

So I'm not scared and shit

But it's just, it's Charlie Clips we're talking about

And I need a whole lot of time to prepare and shit."

You bitch ass nigga, you gotta be ready to give and take that contact

Smack and Beasley should have a meeting and then jump you

Cause going 3 rounds was in our contract

But you begged to go one

And then you asked if I can only rap for five minutes

My reply, "Five minutes? Suck my dick! I rap until I'm finished!"

They paid $100 per ticket, plus tax, everybody in here gotta be hating you

But this ain't the first time you did some sucka shit X

I been seen the fake in you

DNA said let's battle, you said "no"

Then when 2 weeks left you said, "I'm taking you."

You made your 3 rounds, yeah, and you accepted the challenge

I see the snake in you

DNA only had two weeks to prepare

You had a whole month, he was flaming you

Cause you had to get the priorities theme

From Quest McCody to even make it debatable

You know how many niggas wanna battle me?

How many niggas dream of killing Clips?

I give you the fucking opportunity

And you ask for one round, you fucking idiot!

So for the fans that wanted you to kill me in three

And was hoping to see your stock rise

You subconsciously stabbed them in the back

And for that, you will never be top five

Now back to these bars...ain't you a reverend or some shit?

So what you know about throwing that chrome on styling?

Or your moms buying Idaho potatoes

But you using them to put your chrome on silent

No sound it's just...I let that chrome off smiling

Cause when it ring he'll get the Tec's/text but never know it, like his phone on silent

This is what you wanted nigga? You wanted me to be disrespectful

Put my dick in your niece fish tank, dump the water on your nephew

I Tsu Surf lock pick the door, like "errrr" show your family what that Tec do

Send 'em all in the sky for cheap, my hammer Jet Blue

Little message for you Detroit niggas that wanna get Clips

Scope on, one eye open, but it ain't Slick Rick

I don't wanna hear how y'all go in y'all Arsonal

To grab Shotgun's until they click click

Cause the only nigga that went to Arsonal for that Shotgun was Trick Trick

Arsonal and Shotgun would probably knock you the fuck out

So I don't wanna hear how you grip the Glock

You bird ass nigga

Since you a chicken I'd rather kill you using a chicken's pot

Like you better roll if you don't pay me, I throw that Idaho on that .380

Them shots steam, send you to Heaven with hot wings

Cause I mash potatoes for the gravy

We feeling on your chicken's breasts but you in love with that old whore

And you be snacking on her box but you don't know she a cold slaw

You ain't nothing but an old chicken that Smack threw in some new grease

Against a new beast that come with that biscuit, I'm like a two piece

If I catch you in that drop, I throw that biscuit to your top

You get your memory five

Since you riding like John F, it's only right I get Kennedy fried

You mentioning me in your blogs and your battles

It's like you can't go a day without me

So I called Ms. Cleo and she told me

"Every ting you plan to say about me."

He gon' be like, "I blame bloah again and soak him up like Shamwow again

And make him suffer, how you plan to get a deal? You fat motherfucker

You wore salmon pink against Ave Verb?" but I'm still good in the gutter

See I'm a hustler

So I wore salmon to let you know I was good with the butter

He gon' be like, "You ain't got no haircut in your blogs

How you expect to get your chicks wet?

We always see you in Harlem, but never see you with the Dipset

You got the image of a plumber

That's the only way you giving bitches pipe

And in ya battle with Verb you got more dislikes than likes."

Now that's true, I do got more dislikes than likes, but that ain't shit to me

My 2nd battle, got paid more than you and 10 other niggas that night, I made history

You know how I'm that nigga?

Cause in your last two battles you had to mention me

You almost lost to Surf convincingly

So I made you battle DNA and Rich Dolarz just to get to me

Little nigga, how you expect to hold it down when you gon' correct me

And tell me how Street Fighter 1 ain't never had a bonus round?

It don't have a bonus round, see I be saucy when I say things

So if I fuck up a Street Fighter line

It must make you think that I play games

But if you do wanna play games, let's just make sure it's all action

A UFC type of game where it's kicking or all capping

We can throw the gloves on, play Fight Night with all jabbing

Cause if I throw a bullet you'll need a Raven's defense on All Madden

You might wanna hit Clips cause these offense lines get you mad as hell

But if I grip that hit stick, your helmet fly, you get a shit bag as well

If I bare/bear arms, you better turn Devon Hester running fast as hell

Or get this red circle in your head like Hines Ward in Madden 12

I am not a Game Boy

And you blacker than a PSP, you never seen cash

Your flow 16 bit, mine 32 that's why it seem fast

Catch 'em while he sleep, PlayStation 3 on the way that beam flash

Head shot, let his brains rest in his pillow, now that's a Dreamcast

I'm the controller, I leave squares like you so dead

So if X plan to try angles/triangles like Verb

He'll get an L 2/too and have to battle O-Red

Say it again? I said...

I'm the controller, I leave squares like you so dead

So if X plan to try angles/triangles like Verb

He'll get an L 2/too and have to battle O-Red

Speaking of my nigga O-Red, "manama, malala, manamama

Mala malama, manamma, manama, malama, manamma

Mama, manamama!"

Now my niggas behind me is like "What the fuck was my man saying?"

My bad it's only two niggas that can speak this language

I'ma hit y'all with my translation...I said

Lil' nigga you better get low as possible before I let that mag hit you

ICU, your monitor on but your shit showing mad scribble

Your soul leaving your body, cause that's what happens when a mag hit you

So you brain dead, don't even know you travelling

You Lebron when he crab dribble

Now I done murdered you bar for bar and exposed you

The crowd was applauding me nigga, but it's something I forgot to do

Not the translation, I did the Lebron shit, now I remember

I gotta address your priorities, nigga

Two weeks ago I put you in my top 5 and like that I was in disbelief

And had to take you right out of my top five

Cause I found out that he a fucking thief

Remember when he told DNA "You basic

Get a face lift when that 8 spit

Cause it'll blast and put DNA in a bag like a rape kid"

Now at that time I was like "Woooo!" cause that line was certainly fresh

But I realized you stole that from Dizaster

Cause he said he told Swave Sevah

"I'll put DNA in a box like a paternity test"

DNA, paternity test, rape kid, we all watch Law & Order SVU

That shit is the same my nigga

So for you being black stealing punchlines from an Arab

That makes you a lame my nigga

Next time you wanna steal bars get some authority nigga

I'm not trying to be funny

I'm trying to help you with your...priorities, nigga!

Or how 'bout when he told Rich Dolarz, "I run up in ya state property

Properly, you ain't hot as me cause when it flash

It'll put Rich Dolarz in a bag like a bank robbery," right?

Now when I heard that I was like, "woooh!" cause that line was crazy then

I realized you stole that from DNA cause he battled Rich and said

"My shotgun will take Dolarz out like an ATM"

Dolarz, ATM, bank robbery, we all seen Set It Off

That shit is the same my nigga

So for you being 40, stealing lines from a 20 year old

That just makes you a lame my nigga

The next time you wanna steal bars, just get some authority nigga

I'm not trying to be funny, I'm trying to help you with your priorities nigga

You fucking thief, you should end up dead in an alley like Raheem

Since you don't know how to keep it real

How do you ever expect to be Bishop if all you know a steal

Just cause a nigga bar cold don't mean you should go rap it

Just cause a nigga bar cold don't mean you should go and jack it/jacket

So the next time you wanna steal bars, just get some authority nigga

And I really freestyled those last 4 lines but I hoped they helped you with your priorities nigga

Now this priority right here is some real shit that I gotta address

I thought you was a great father, but the way you treat your son is a mess

Remember when you wrote on Twitter how you be getting drunk

And be getting saucy off the dark

And you got so drunk that you lost your little son in the park?

Or what about when you battled Amzilla

And you said how you crazy and something wrong

And how you'll punch your son in the face if he stare at you for too long

You look like you get drunk

Beat you son and then leave him with the neighbors

Since you whipping your son ass, I"m whipping my son ass

But doing your son ass a favor

So the next time I hear you fucking with him

Or you raise your hand to fucking hit him

I'ma take a flight to Detroit

Pistol whip you and have ACS come and get him

So the next time you wanna beat him

You call me to get the authority nigga

Cause he's not yours no more, now he's my priority nigga

I hope you got a whole new scheme when you go to battle me nigga

Cause the priority shit is worn out now, it's time for reality nigga

If you battled Nemesis when DNA had a tooth

Then that means that was awhile ago

You been under Miles and Marv Won for years

And out of nowhere came Calicoe, you trying to be top 5 in battling

You not even top three in your own city

If they redid Bad Boy in Detroit, he'll be Biggie you'll be an old Diddy

You had your chance to be Biggie, then Miles took on T-Rex

You lost to Nemesis then got demoted to G-Dep

That nigga Miles got destroyed by Loaded Lux

We all seen the expression on you and your boss face

So you did have your chance to be Biggie cause that night you lost Faith

So I hope you go to do you thing when you go battle me nigga

Cause if you lose tonight, JC will be over you by tomorrow

And that's reality nigga

You said Rich Dolarz got on a stanky Yankee

I can't believe this is the same cat

In two blogs and three battles I caught you wearing the same hat

Type in QP versus B Magic he got on a black and purple Coogi sweater

Looking aight, so I was like, "Yo my nigga getting his change better."

Then I typed in "X-Factor Summer Madness recap"

And the dirty nigga had on the same sweater

Now for all my hustlers in the trap

Y'all know wearing the same clothes twice ain't no thing

But they zoomed in on his sneakers and his Air Max had no strings

You wore the same sneakers, the same hat and the same stanky Coogi

But I know you don't know no better

Smack, lend him $250, buy a metro card, go to 14th and Main

Tell 'em I sent you and put you in a Polo sweater

Go burn that fucking Coogi the next time you come and battle me nigga

Cause now they all know you dirty and that's reality nigga

I'm glad you talking to me while I'm rapping

So now I go this lil' tune that I'm hearing the same

About how you ate Shooney the Rapper's ass

From out of Queen Of The Ring

You know what's funny? That's not even a joke, that shit is real fact

You ate a bitch that got more bars than you, that shit is real wack

I'm a freak myself, but under no circumstance do I feel that

A man's tongue should hang in the same hood that [?] and Scott chill at

So I know you gon' click and spray

You probably got a rhyme for every different day

I mean you eat ass, I'm pretty sure you got some shit to say

I thought this nigga here

You know what I fucked up, I forgot my damn line

Sike! You must be out your damn mind!

What do I look like choking?

Tell this nigga that's not cool

Get in a battle and go, "I fuck with the boy Surf" nigga I am not you

So the next time you go choke when you battle me nigga

Bizarre will never co-sign you again and that's reality nigga

Now I want you to get on Twitter right, tell 'em how you killed me

Tell a lie to those folks

But you know what's gon' hurt you?

When they watch this whole battle

And realize I ain't ever crack a nose joke

Time, nigga! Sike! I lied nigga!

Listen', don't worry 'bout why I ain't do three

Why you keep talking while I'm rapping?

They wouldn't call you if they wanted to see they father rap

My bars is crazy I make Detroit niggas have heart attacks

Now I said sike, I lied nigga, your nose look like a field goal's good

That shit is "this" wide nigga

It look like you could take a deep breath and smell what's outside nigga

If ya nose is that big, how could you tell your niggas, "Good looking?"

Hold on see y'all niggas keep talking while I'm rapping

In the hood I learned to slaughter this work

He the first nigga that go on Phat Farm Nautica shirt

Get Calicoe? I mean y'all told me that awhile ago

Math said you ate Ms. Hustle pussy on her period

Nah, I'm just joke, I'm just joking...I mean serious

Now I'm to the hood where my troops control the block

Cause I just fat bitch bungee cord

Cut that shit short I got a Superbowl to watch

[Round 1: X-Factor]

I swear I'ma put an end to this bitch

And he lied on 90% of that shit, and you know that right

Ya fags off swag sauce

You got a fat back, skinny legs with man breast that sag off

With no bitch so Charlie Clips gotta rub a stick to blast off

X-Factor versus DNA, shit, my bad, I mean Charlie Clips

But I already off DNA using Charlie clip

Since we all know DNA be on Charlie clip

I give you a different way of looking at it

See I run up on Charlie like, "What's popping?" Charlie Clip

Up that 4-5th and snatch that ratchet off of Charlie hip

Smack the shit out Charlie's lip, probably knock the tooth out him

He spit it out, now we see DNA in Charlie Clips

But that's only the half of it, now it's blood all over that ratchet

So again, you'll see DNA on Charlie Clip

I'm a motherfucking veteran, varsity, Letterman

He all talk, Letterman, Verb, who let him in?

I'm on every fucking top 5 list to every men

On a list with the veterans, all niggas you're not better than

Mook, Rex, Lux, Miles, Math, Solomon, all niggas that's ahead of him

Fat gut chump, I give a fuck cause NY rank him like he so live

You got 2 battles on camera, I had that in '05

Now add that there, imaginary deal with Cam'

Fam' what? Chuck Philly so major?

But you know me, fuck is you? I'm doing the favor

NYC all I ask is y'all give a nigga props

And if he say some shit that's hot and it's hot, then let it rock

But if he say some shit that's not hot and y'all gas it and give it props

The cameras never lie, so the fans gon' see it's not

Now I"m not battling Charlie Clips because I think this nigga nice

It's cause the fans got him hype and to me you just aight

But I had a talk with my conscience in public, fuck it

We was deep in, I'm reasoning with these mahfuckas

Cars riding by, beeping, but see the talk I had with my conscience

My conscience spoke a lil' knowledge

That reasonable me said he was nice

But the arrogant side said he was garbage

Reasonable me: "X I ain't gon' lie, that boy Charlie Clips is nice

And if you take that nigga light, he'll probably put an end to your night

And you done came too far to be on top of this battle shit

To battle Clips and not let that whole 'matic clip spit at average Clips

I said, "You right" but before I could get a word out

The asshole tapped me and said, "X can I please have my words now?"

He said, "Man that nigga trash, that nigga butt, that nigga ass

He couldn't see you if you lived in a crib in Time Square and it was glass

You did legendary shit, killed DNA and bodied Rich

Priorities nigga, that's a hit, how many round he had? Six

And see three of which he battled a nigga that was sick

But Tay took a two year break so he swung back and he didn't hit

The other three in which he battled a nigga that had some shit

But Verb didn't just battle Clips

But like 3,000 fans that was riding this nigga's dick

I said, "Shit, y'all both right, and take sides is kind of hard to

So I'll take advice from both and show niggas I'm impartial

I"ll give 'em bars like I'm 'bout to go 30 rounds with Marshall

But still feel you don't deserve these small bars that I've [?] you

Now bars I got 'em often, he been doing a lot of barking

He must be high so it's only right he's taking an L for talking

Jump in that 40 it's hearse day

Your trunk that's where your skirt and your purse stay

That .38 Special, a retard two years before his 40th birthday

Clips is on that walk of fame, putting in a lot of hard work

But be careful what you say out your mouth spitting them bars jerk

Cause if it's beef and my niggas peep you in that car first

They Dial us (Dallas) we come with them cal' boy (Cowboys)

For thinking we candy I'll leave that Star burst

I bet you 10 times outta 10 under your left titty stink

And since you've waken, you've eaten 5 guys about 5 times

Wendy's fries and a Big Mac

I'm off the hip, two cans when I blow

So if that's first one miss you

Your kids will die from the cig' off the 2nd hand smoke

Uh oh, I'm back on my shit again

Clips done took that bait like a fisherman

Reel 'em in, what's on my waist mean black can sing, Aunt Vivian

You see Uncle Phil, I'm Fresh and the Prince of Michigan

I told my killer Jeffrey I'll give you/U K's, now send him 10

Hit him from this waist to his neck

You button then I'll bend ya men (Benjamin)

You're not a man in my eyes, your vagina trying to play hard

When that 4 on me, no sorority but I'll cap a/Kappa

I'll ride through Harlem comfortable with them guys with me

Charlie's nowhere in sight unless the bakery's giving pies for free

But if you do see me, be easy giving that eye to me

Because 16 from that Charger will bust, no Ryan Leaf

I take the pound, run up on him, lay him down, face the ground

I figure he ain't built so why would I waste a round?

I say Conceited slow that down

I take the pound, run up on him, lay him down, face the ground

I figure he ain't built (belt) so why would I waste/waist a round/around

You a fat nigga bugging, who ain't seen below his waist since a kid

The first time he saw his toes he thought they was chicken nuggets

Fat nigga start spazzing, damn near had a heart attack

Cause he couldn't grab 'em

I got bars, I got jokes, my stage presence is a gift

I control that crowd beautifully

I planned your eulogy for the fifth

He tried to run and was open so I blew one through his shit

And told the judge, "You aren't supposed to put bullets into clips"

Start a show and I'll get to clapping

Tonight it all ends, I'm 'bout to silence this nigga, Charlie Chaplin

Leave that whip smoking til it's rolling, it'll look like the Marley's passing

Run up on it, break the glass, clap half his back in

Til his lap catches his abdomen and that whip slip and hit, crash and bend

You the type to get mangled with them bars

Fuck around and wanna tangle (tango)

Well I'll send you Dancing With The Stars

In that court singing, get carried/Carey'd when that Cannon go off

Then I squirt until it earth, my seed planted in her jaws

I be going HAM, up dumping, squeezing that pump

Clips be going HAM, add bacon, cheese...

No remorse I'll even slump his lil' cunt

Let that fif' swisher, sheesh I had to be blunt

From what I heard you be begging bitches to get off in they vagina

But I also heard bitches is never on your tip cause it's tiny

Just ask your whore, she love when slam her raw

She told me when my Thing get rocked it's what I'm Fantastic 4/for

Fuck this battling shit, you'll think that chrome was his clone

The way I'll have Charlie battling Clips

I'm usually mild mannered but act in this damn place

I'll slap this man face til his jaw snap like blacks after a handshake

I won't even put the heater to him

Niggas start yapping to the coppers cause they'll be locked up

Before the choppers get to squeezing through him

Now I gotta skip town, a couple pounds I bet C'll do him

Cause soon as I touchdown TD, Jakes, he'll be preaching to 'em

I tried to listen to his album, Calicoe was like, "Why fam'?"

I'ma keep it a buck and a half, it's trash, I ain't gon' lie fam'

I said, "Fuck it" I even tried to listen to it fried then

I played 2 and 5, damn near committed suicide

I couldn't feel/fill this high

I got that Shotty in, I'll let that Shotty spin

And let his wig hold the whole clip like a Bobby pen

My bottom bitch thick as a steak, boy stop that

You saucy cause your A1 bitch couldn't top that

I'm at my girls house watching battles

I said, "Come here baby, this 'bout to be some shit."

She said, "Ohh, Fatman Scoop?!"

I said, "No, that's Charlie Clips"

But anyway, that nigga there can spit

Halfway in his third against Aye Verb

That's when I witnessed some shit

Now it was on some gay shit but he said Verb be on some gay shit

And right after Verb say some gay shit, he licks his lips

Now that's when I seen some gay shit

But you said Verb lick his lips every time he say some gay shit

And right in the middle of you talking 'bout all that gayness

Charlie Clips turned around and licked his lips

As y'all see I'm getting bored with this nigga

But y'all know I wasn't gonna end it without addressing at least one of your priorities nigga

Against Tay Roc - 200, against Verb - about 305

Nigga, that's growth at a rapid rate

Easy on the cheeseburgers and chili cheese steaks

These your niggas right?

Y'all down to ride? Righter there letting that .380 fly

Who gon' be down to right with helping this mahfucka stay alive?

No that's real shit, I'm being honest, that' my word A

You got no kids, you're not married, I know you want that in your old age

But at the rate that you're going you'll probably die in your sleep by 38

High blood pressure by 31, diabetes by 33, congestive heart failure by 36

I'm saying you my mans and I'm just worried Clips

But you been in the gym, I can tell you trying to get back

Pull ups for your delts, couple dips for your las

I'm backing you 100%, that's all I gotta say scrap

But just remember just because you're ate fat you don't have to stay that

Now soon you gon' walk in that spot and see cones with the ice cream

Freshly baked German chocolate cake topped with the icing

Now for you that's probably high torture my nigga

But before you go make a slice and take a bite

Think life and how got to live a lot more of it my nigga

Now I'm not saying this to be funny

Or try to wipe the floor with this nigga

But I feel like this is real life and Clips it's priorities nigga

When that mac buck duck you lil' fat gut fuck

As y'all see I just spazzed on this nigga and y'all niggas know

I just fat bitch bungee cord snapped on this nigga