Rone vs. Charron

{Charron chooses to go first} [Round 1: Charron] I said, welcome home Rone Feels like King Of The Dot to me Corey/Adam let’s give the whites what they want to see Two chromes, TEC's will hit you Someone get Joseph Kahn make this set official This time your getting Bodied Adam, this is revenge for Pistolz Cans up let’s do cheers So many shots he thinks it's New Years Get ICE'd so hard you'll quit battling for two years You quit like a sore loser, the fans just wait around Since 2017 bitch, you haven’t made a sound People are out here, but know they can't just wait around Man this is welcome to your retirement home, I'm Grandma's Favorite now I put that on Agnes and Bertha, they heard I’m invincible Every grandma's giving me this round: Werther's Originals Right now, his grandma's like, "Rone. Stop it dear Your birthday card will get no guap this year." It’s getting quiet for your Grammy; Soul Khan's career Have him wrapped in plastic like the couch in your grandma's basement Your whole family’s racist I’ve killed so many Smack rappers I’m your grandpa's favorite Fuckin'....MGK-K-K Nah, that's an angle I can't try You reversed racism I can’t lie Cause he dressed up as Lincoln and got his chain taken by a black guy This that white in white crime You were the biggest cokehead in all of Grind Time If that was the truth, Hollohan switch over to my side What? Again? I'm just prayin' this man's lucky The only person to come (cum) from behind Rone is Sandusky You asked 'Ganik for more money, gave him all kind of quotes He flew me first class, he made you ride the coach He like, "Bro, that's a piece of cake, that's the cheapest angle he can take." Well if you don’t like rape jokes then stopped being raped He's like, "Be more creative next time. My name wasn't in the headlines He never gave me red wine before bed time You're from Philly - if it wasn’t Sandusky, it was Tech-9 You blew Pat in a Cadillac, why was it filmed for? His throat's still sore We saw Adam choke in (choking) the Caddy; Happy Gilmore In a press conference you told Head ICE, "I suck your dick. Straight like that, and guess what Wolf, it tastes like Pat." Rone fans we need to see you Y'all need to hold this L...GBTQ I mean, you gave head to Head and blew Pat Stay too? That’s gay dude We're all waiting for you to come out like your SMACK debut Used to be the man now you background Represent Philly worse than the SMACK crowd Do your virgin jokes, they'll react loud You think I've never touched a pussy? Well I have now Do your sports references real slow this a 3-0 Field goal, flip shit I’m Madden with the hit stick Fuckin' up his return this the squib kick You need pallbearers, I'll pick six 6 zip that’s mean I got this oat down I’m bout kick shit Pistolz with that big shit, Sig' gripped Johnny Manziel first round bust on this rich kid Don’t play Pistolz he don’t listen to the same whistle Get laced out and turn bitch; Ray Finkle This guy ain’t a motherfuckin' MC I know everything he’s 'bout to say against me I am Autistic I do rap about guns I did sell furnaces door to door like a scum And have a dumb friend named 100 Bulletz that got me slapped over a cap gun I did get jumped, K-Shine's still a chump And Shotty Horroh did fuck my girl I still killed every SMACK rapper in the whole fuckin' world I told the URL "I have a small dick" I say it proudly {Crowd starts shouting} I told the URL "I don't have a small dick", I won't say it proudly I act gangster and wear suits wrong, fuck y'all if you doubt me I’m bout to sell your grandma a furnace I don’t wanna win I’m outtie I’m 8 Miles ahead of you, tell them something they don’t know about me [Round 1: Rone] My first battle was in 2009, shit is truly a disgrace I've been battle rapping for 10 years, someone shoot me in the face What am I doing with my life? I'm fuckin' fat now Plus my comeback's versus Charron, I'm doin' bad, wow I mean, wasn't I supposed to make a run off rap? TV shows, movies, dumb contracts Stand up, radio, #1 podcast Sold out concert, wait...I done all that See I don't do it for the fame like my enemy does I'll put a bone through your cheek like an elephant tusk And I don't do it for the cash cause my cheddar been up Oh, I'm just doin' this for the adrenaline rush So what's up? I know you been watchin' me walk On the sack (Sac') for 10 years like Vlade Divac Two call outs, three calls outs, I said, "Fuck it he's unstable." Four call outs, five call outs, I'm gettin' up from the lunch table But first, a history lesson Your name was Triple C until you ever heard of me And then you changed it to Ch-Rone two months after I hit the scene And while that might all seem above board, Travis Imagine a battle rapper came out named "Ch-Organik" I would probably bother you, but I always show Buddy Love Just clumped (Klump'd) him with the rest, never let push come to shove But somehow, you turned into this little brother to me Who'd always want to compete Who'd always tug at my sleeve The bother, the little toddler, the fly buzzing at me Food stuck in my teeth, the tag under my tee The terrible combination of awkward and cocky Chronically sloppy, sonically off beat Every single day you should curse God for your body Your cringe worthy demeanor his this tailored for the perfect take down But the second hand awkwardness of sharing the stage with you made me want to turn the plate down We watched you grow up from a boy, you have a perverts face now Any character assassination would be a nervous breakdown Yo, your eye's movin', how he's quivering like it's puberty that crippled him He's a wet noodle, a drenched poodle, a drooping piece of licorice From your shoulders to your arms, how you move them like an idiot If we were judging off body language, bro you would be illiterate But his karate action arms, that's his true talent Throw him some melons while he's rappin' he'll make a fruit salad But I'm not here to make an impression of you, I'm here to make an impression on you To prove that none of your family matters, don't your uncle or auntie (anti) matter I'm unstable, I'm Billy Idol minus the Stratocaster I'll put a foreigner through the rafters, I'm the coroner for these rappers It's a champ versus a stepping stool, I'm the former you're the latter (ladder) Bro, you always wanted my chains, well today we can fulfill that You never have to win a title, I'll leave you permanently stilled champ See, I am offended at any list where your name is ranked ahead of me I am resentful of anyone that puts you in the same breath as me The only chance you'd ever be ranked ahead of me is alphabetically, so thank the letter "C" It's gon' be agony like you were at Gethsemane You should be banned indefinitely like Randy Gregory I'm here to get under your skin like an appendectomy or Patrick Beverley Bro you have the personality of a patch of celery You should've been an abandoned pregnancy You misunderstood your girl's Tinder bio when she said she wanted to be challenged mentally He's been chasin' me for so long, it's really got me in a whirlwind It's got me wonderin', who's really your white whale? Me? Or your little girlfriend? I mean, he think that's whore's a looker cause she look like some sorta hooker It's no wonder that he get Jersey'd as soon as Corey book her (Cory Booker) But you came a long way from Laura Tarsi We look back and still laugh You used to have a fake girlfriend, now your new one is real fat But your jokes? Stolen Concepts? Stolen Wordplay? Stolen And he thinks all of it's fine He can't go one battle without repurposing someone else's good idea, shit, probably mine So for your raps 'bout sellin' drugs to the bars that Corey still in (stealin') I might have to take a hand off since he act like Corey Dillon But you said I turned my back on battle rap, we need to stop the cap You're actin' like I robbed the culture with a gun and a stocking mask I've had battle rappers on my phone suicidal, I'm the one that they called to chat It wasn't the King Of The Dot Facebook group, I'm the one talking back I see a battle rapper down, no problem, I offer cash I had them eating off my plate, when you wouldn't offer scraps GoFundMe's, tickets, PayPerViews, no problem I'm droppin' racks I put my money where my mouth is, what's more King Of The Dot than that? Bro you could never match my moves, either in or out the ring They call me Roney Baby The Prince, but to you, I'll always be the king [Round 2: Charron] Hey man, he always tellin' me my hands are out of place Philly losin' 'Back 2 Back', this is Meek Mill when he battlin' Drake He said I'm makin' fruit salad, but you dressed in purple, put the strap in his face Man I'll have this fruit on the wall; Alexander The Grape And you keep doin' a lot of gay jokes, man I don't know why y'all playin' You said my girlfriend is fat, how many times have I told you we're not datin' So Organik hit his phone up For two years he never showed up I’m not surprised he split that’s what atoms (Adams) do when they blow up But, I’m not out here exposing you You already done that I’m not hurt you moved on from battling that’s what your supposed to do I’m mad that once you made it, you didn't put on anyone that’s close to you See, I helped Carter with Wild N' Out we trained a lot I told Ward, "Come here if you wanna take my spot." If I had your platform, do you know how many names I'd drop? Once you get a Barstool you’re supposed to start takin' shots A real king would've came back to start raisin' his stock You're an NFL blocker, you should know when you drop the ball the game doesn’t stop You are not one of us Who was on your number one podcast? Not one of us Doesn’t matter if you’re GZ I’m still supportin' you Go to war with you You want me cause MTV can do more for you The midget in Joker you need a killer to open up doors for you I have more money and still do this for fun You’re from Philly you should know where your Roots started from I got a bone to pick with him look what you have become On God, I'll make a bitch outta Adam; Genesis 2:21 You gotta look at me when I'm killing you To go viral you’d change you’re gender like Caitlyn Jenner you have no shame what so ever We've outgrown you Adams bitchmade from the rib cage we want the old you Do this pussy so bad if you were TI’s kid he’d disown you He's like "I'm American as shit, Honest Abe mixed with John McCain" Well I battle rap his shit I’m bodybag mixed with Shotty/Swave, the near divorce Caustic made Tom Cruise mom's shoes we don’t walk the same I’m a Lush intro with his nostrils glazed I'm the energy of Dizaster but not the braids I'm Three Of Them Thangs off the brain I’m Pat Stay when he got the chain I’m the apology you forgot to make to Cadalack Ron when you dropped his name I’m PH in his Team Homi ways I’ve every Bender multi schemed on a stage I’m King Of The Dot in their beat boxing days Mixed with the six people that lost their life getting crushed by T-Top on stage And in this battle he started off with, "Battling for a decade, you're truly a disgrace If I'm battling in 2021 someone shoot me in the face." You've used battle rap since day one, this is where we both got our fame from If I'm battling in 2029, pat me on the back like, "thanks for remembering where you came from." You got nice flow but no punching skill Ten years I’m punching still The Philly Prince Will get sonned in Cali I’m Uncle Phil Slashed throat They put his face on a shirt, "RIP the Frat GOAT" This time when you go viral on a tee (T) it ain’t for fat jokes You handpick opportunities it’s see through 'Ganik didn’t even say your name and I knew it’d be you I just said I think I’ll win and he wrote "#metoo" "I'm your executioner, Lucifer" shut the fuck up Your time is fading Rone, who you annihilating? You look like all five people that died from vaping You callin' out Mike P? Dawg that's light Bring him to the SMACK Killer we are not alike I’ll treat him like the show you got fired from and Drop The Mic(Mike) I got a violent left; ANTIFA You getting floored this time, fuck a metaphor or rhyme The right will have him higher than our credit scores combined While you were doing keg stands grabbin' your friends erection I beat you in a freestyle battle with less aggression Listen Rone this ain’t beer pong you won’t get redemption The frat killer, tell Brad, Thad and Chad that this verse is amazing You can’t fuck with the GOAT this ain’t fraternity hazing How many IPA's have you tried today? Your parents got the job done My sweet 16: Not fun What you know 'bout asking your dad for two Mercedes and you got one? This ain’t for the news fans that just want us to hold lead Code red Connor Mcgregor this for the old heads Rone you ain’t nothing but a fuckin' cokehead Waitin' for someone to have a bump for him like an old thread I got all kinds of tablets I can supply this addict So much speed Al Davis tried to draft it Have him snortin' 'til he feel ill Coke so white Method Man assumed it voted for Real Deal He gon' make this Barstool vs Wild N' Out and that's a fact I mean I don't care and you claimin' I don't clap a gat Bring up Timothy De La Ghetto cause he's got the man purse, that just means my man is strapped Who from Barstool is here to support you? I mean, well that guy's wack Your friends aren't in your corner and that's a fact No matter how much you ignore this, you will always be welcomed in battle rap One day you'll be fired from your job and that's a fact Don't be surprised cause a Barstool never has your back Time! [Round 2: Rone] Imagine being a grown man, Charron fan You talk about Bodied like it's Rocky, the delusion is astounding It's budget was $15,000,000 and it grossed $100,000 And you had what? Two more lines than me? Shit ain't never been funny Congratulations, you had a bigger part in losing Eminem's money But while we were shooting Bodied you were drinkin' in the lobby In the Standard in Los Angeles, you were gettin' sloppy You started mouthing off to Pat Stay I thought, "This won't go well." And sure enough, he bitch slapped you in front of the whole hotel And I don't wanna misconstrue it, you got slapped and your lip was drooling You would've thought that he dropped this fruit from the way that this bitch was bruising That's why we laugh when you talk tough like, "Who does he think he's fooling?" You almost died off that smack in an L.A. hotel we would've thought it was Whitney Houston You were a terrible drunk and he smacked you in the Standard So K-Shine's not an outlier, smacking you is the standard I mean Aye Verb stepped to you, Shotgun peppered you Bonnie almost broke her fuckin' wrist dick checkin' you Shine made a mess of you, Pat disrespected you Ars' had his hands on your face like he was blessin' you So who the fuck are you playin' with? You've already been 86'd I don't mean they cancelled you, I mean number of hands on you if they dusted your face for prints Why does that always happen to you? Why does that never happen to me? It's not happenstance that they slot you fam', that's just who you happen to be But you embrace the school shooter image like you think that shit is powerful 'Til I lift you up and beat the fucking warning signs outta you Bro this one's a camcorder, it'll help deliver the picture This one's a transformer it'll turn him into a sprinter Your dad's a mechanic from Orleans, well I had to have a talk with him It's funny he works at Midas, and you got a touch of Autism But you take pride in Wild N' Out when it's legitimately terrible 15 straight years of the same Mariah Carey joke Word to Nick Cannon's turban, I've been offered Wild N' Out six times, there's written record of that Six times, ain't that the amount of seasons that you've been in the cast? Bro, from Wild N' Out to Drop The Mic to battles in this league They'll only ever call you when they can't book me The name brand versus the budget version Undeserving, less funny person The first choice that they cater too versus the back up, the safety school The option is less sexy when they can't sign Gretzky The Chrysler 300 they rent when they can't afford the Bentley Bro, all of Viacom loves me, they would kill to write a check They'd have a pilot waitin' on me like a fuckin' private jet Yo, you sound like you're high on helium, the show is the height of tedium This skinny little geek is tryin' to make it on TV, that's a dying medium But before I retire his ass like Andrew Luck Let's talk about that time Organik watched some groupie bitch and you fuck You went soft but tried to keep going cause the audience had you rattled Isn't it bad enough he had to watch you pretend to be hard in your battles? Bro, you love to go on SMACK to brag on the fake crack you slang And gats you bang If it were up to you, you'd be on a Banned (band) every month like Andrew Yang But what about that time you said, "Mexicans can't be super heroes" cause quote "They're too lazy bro" But what's really lazy though? The accent? The basic quotes The fact that you were hitting a Dominican with racist tropes that aren't even creative jokes? I mean, Corey Charron, hates the Mexicans more than the Border Patrol He's not callin' shots, he's callin' cops to a foreigner's home He'll cock his gun he hears someone say "señor" on the phone Well the coroner's home, put four in his dome Get beat to death, leave the flesh around your cornea swole This an orchestra, what you pen is boring and slow Past your expiration date, baby wait your formula's old You go the wrong way at every single fork in the road I'll leave your body stretched out like the warrior pose Out of all of battle rap, I got the corniest clone You hate Mexicans? Then get the fuck out California bro! Bro, I'm a mix of Rambo and Tony Soprano I'll tag your man's toe like I was Virgil Abloh You're off white thinking you got the best answer Unless there's something you want to get off your chest after like breast cancer Cause at the negotiating table, you're softer than Ned Flanders You're not scoring, Travi$ Scott's Jordan's your check's backwards Bro you said- I got a million ways kill him, but if none of all that work I'll just drop him off in east Oakland in his confederate flag shirt Bro you could never match my moves in or out the ring Call me Roney Bae The Prince but to you I'll always be the king [Round 3: Charron] He callin' me racist but... They say "Head ICE robbed you", your third round was light "If you couldn't make it out of Harlem how did my dad make it out of Harlem?" Because he’s white Like, was that a third round or a Third Reich? I’m no B. Dot, I'm not an expert on this situation And this coming from someone that accused B.E.T. of discrimination But between your dad and Head ICE, who struggled in life more? You said, "It’s not your fault if your born poor but it is if you die poor." That’s what your physicist dad taught you while he set up your trust fund? Due to his skin, which Harlem cops did he run from? Which neighborhoods, which schools was he shunned from? That mentality is the same reason that Trump won You said, my dad was racist about the Mexicans, but c'mon son It’s not your fault if you're born to a racist but it is if you become one Also, against Head ICE you also said, "You’re tethered to an existence that doesn’t mean shit to me While I was taking trips to Sicily You were in self imposed poverty figuring out what kid to feed" Cringe The epitome You act black, now look inwardly (N-wordly) Predatory lending, they couldn't get help yet They were designated to hoods they couldn't get out yet This motherfucker thought "redlining" was a Microsoft spell check Only people on 4chan like how you rap Your favorite chore is laundry day, so you can separate the whites from the blacks You spit those bars in Toronto in front of a bunch of crackers I dare you to come to Cali and say All Lives fucking Matter You know how many Trump supporters are here? One: Dizaster Aye, I did wear the confederate flag sleeve I accept all the scrutiny I acted foolishly Apologize- I didn't know the history and apologized to the community We move as a unit Why? Because of unity Yesterday I was called out for appropriation, today you won't hear an "Ooops" from me This ain’t even a battle, this is a eulogy That’s why shhh Rone, cause when I look at you it’s a moment of silence for who I used to be You brag about your vaca's like "Look at my big trips." You make 100K, you think MTV is how I get rich? Air B&B, HVAC that’s the right business You get Bud Light I sip Cris' Knock over his Barstool, you ain't Wild N' Out like this bitch Last year 700K those are my digits You’d have to save up 7 years pay to get my interest Two apps, get paid when the site gets hits I inspire kids with Autism plus my girl has nice big tits Listen Rone I ain’t the one to talk that "I’m winning at life" shit with You tried to stunt on Head ICE, dawg relax Bring up my Autism I have retarded stacks If I wake up feeling like a million bucks the market crashed A millionaire at 25 how can the prince be proud? After this quick beat down You can battle my pockets and spit your Big T rounds I don’t watch Barstool I put that on the Bible I’d rather swallow crack before my Morgan’s piano recital Or watch another Chilla/Trevor rematch for the title You got at The Saurus for gambling, you bet on sports games all the time So I made my own odds on the ways that you’ll die A trillion to one? You died from your fans getting trampled in the streets 1,000 to 1? You OD'd after your motherfuckin' panics increased 10 to 1? You'll develop AIDS from Sandusky's beef Or 1 to 1: You die of shame after admitting you got raped once this battle's released This is karma for all your rounds I mean, you’re not Big T fat, but you put on some pounds You quit battling for a podcast you’re basically Okwerdz now You only hit up Ganik when he's got something to offer you You look like a bird and flock like a vulture Your dad's a physicist and he need you "Adam" (atom) cause you make up everything that’s wrong with this culture So fuck your mother, fuck your brother I hope your step mom dies Fuck every Ben Shapiro speech on your desktop drive Fuck Barstools segments on "The Best Pop Flies" You make podcasts for white kids that drop the N bomb on X-Box Live Fuck you for not knowing what your privilege does Fuck the Barstool founder for calling all women "Sluts" Fuck you for laughing at it with your buds Fuck you for promoting a rape culture that you’re a victim of Fuck Joseph Kahn for giving you a pity role and 100’s of bucks After you got rejected for the role of Adam cause you weren’t funny enough Fuck your character in Bodied you wouldn’t engage to a thing How can you propose? For two years you stayed away from the ring Fuck your for not leading as an example Fuck you for not giving a shot to those trapped in your shadow You're from Philly, so fuck you for the last two Cassidy battles Fuck you for thinking King Of The Dot isn't the place for you Fuck you for only showing up to a SMACK event, look what you made me do And fuck the URL for last night when they hacked our PPV! I mean, people wanna go against Rone but watch how I rhyme first He wants to do this he's diggin' up dirt Well watch how he goes in his guy's hearse He says I hate Spanish people, I mean is that how your mind works? He also said Organik watched me fuck a bitch, I'll show him how the dime hurts You're right, he was watching while I had a tag team with Myverse You’re an ungrateful hypocrite the truth's gotta sting I am more successful then you and I’m still doing my thing So Trevor, it’s time for me to see you in the ring It’s Charoney baby the prince and soon to be king Let's get it [Round 3: Rone] Bro, I always knew he had a side hustle, poppin' fly shit in The Bay I always assumed he worked for Uber 'cause he always drives women away But you love to talk about this money and never tell us where you got it Turns out you were a door-to-door energy salesman who just ran old people's pockets You were scamming their life away and then treating it like a game And because of your lying ways, they were broke in their dying days Well, try that shit with my grandma, find out if she's really with the shit She'd be off the porch like Clint Eastwood, we'd see Billy pistol whipped Bro, being part of a pyramid scheme makes you a sucker regardless But scamming old people? I give a fuck if you're autistic, that shit is retarded Bro, scamming the senile, old folks losing their memory The irony, you taking advantage of people who aren't all there mentally Well, I bet you wish you were back selling gas facing the elderly instead of me 'Cause I'll give you the option that you didn't, let's see if you keep that same energy Yo, I'll get your girlfriend dog, when she comes through the East Bay And I'll pay Michael Vick to abuse it each day I'll bring it right up in her room, if she refuse the BJ I'll beat it right in front of her like Louis C.K See, it could get real eventful if I use the steel against you You catch six from the tre (tray), that's a Philly special I'll Philly Pretzel Billy Pistolz, he'll be lookin' like Whoopi's braids But if I really pistol Billy Pistolz, he'll be lookin' like Billy Mays So you're saying that autism shit's real, though? Ooh, that's mean Bet you wish you listened to Hollow and skipped the flu vaccine But I love my people with autism unconditionally, best believe it But for you to bring it up in a title match for sympathy and expect other people not to talk about it, almost seems like you're askin' for special treatment See, I'm here to dig a hole for you, soul-remove and lower you And just cause you have autism don't mean I'll take it slow for you I'll whip your ass like anyone else, 'cause that's what I'm supposed to do But it's a shame you don't understand social cues, 'cause you have no idea how bad I'm owning you I've read up on non-verbal learning disorder as some insight on your brain for me It said you can read a Civil War book, remember every general's name, but not realize it's about slavery And that explained to me why your concepts can't hit and each angle's a bad miss Because other than generally (General Lee), you really don't understand shit I kept reading, and I almost felt bad for the geek But the deeper I got, what did I happen to see? It helps you focus on a task, you are the man with your frees It helps you access rhymes, you are fast on your feet You're less likely to be insulted, that helps you battle with ease It compartmentalizes thoughts, all your facts and your schemes So by the time I finished reading, I was mad as can be Until I realized the one that's really disadvantaged...is me I mean, do you know how hard it is to be a battle rapper without autism? Who's done a drug, a beer, who's really got bitches? I started schemin', vaccine-in', you don't know how bad I want the shit The more I'm reading, I can't believe it, it's like everybody's got the shit Fucking Steve Jobs, Dickinson, Einstein, Newton, Bill Gates, Burton, Mozart, Darwin And wouldn't it be crazy if someone like Jobs went on stage with a sob story instead of making the iPod? If Einstein was "woe is me" instead of finding relativity? If Newton never understood his own gift's gravity? If Mozart never played strings and curled up in a ball? If Darwin had played the victim and had never evolved? See, that's my problem with your scamming shit, it isn't moralism It doesn't matter how rich you are if you're still making poor decisions You're a scumbag from your actions, no one's exploiting you Being autistic doesn't make you any less of a man, dawg, but your choices do See, I'm up front, you're sidewinding, I'm a lone wolf, you're hive-minded I'm obsessed with originality, you're the most derivative on the battle scene You have the charm of Rush Limbaugh, women love me, you make their skin crawl I'm good at everything, you find your second talent, then show me You're a punk bitch, fuck stick, one trick pony And those that pay attention are never gon' respect him It has nothing to do with autism, we're just on different ends of the spectrum And he could never match my moves either in or out the ring They call me Roney Bae The Prince, but to you, I'll always be the king!