Rone vs. The Kid

[Round 1: The Kid]

You have the face of bird

(TIME!)

I'm joking that was '60s angle when he first spoke to this guy

So don't cry, I don't need any bird jokes to be fly

I mean, what is this shit? The battle of who's the skinniest white guy?

You don't have a chance at that

Yeah, sure, if either one of us tried to hold up that camera or arms would snap

Most MC's go out for the win and try to leave you blown away

Well if me and Rone go out in the wind we'll be blown away

But as for that white guy shit

That's where we're dealing with a different sort of cat

It's time little Roney started admitting it's a fact

That he's just another little wigger wishing he was black

Like if somebody says they're not gay over and over again, they're wanting the cock

So if Rone says he's proud he's white in every battle in

He is obviously not

I bet when he goes up to black dudes he tries so hard to fit in

But starts backtracking before they know what he said

"What's up my negros! I said

'My knee grows and my arm grows, so does my leg. That's what I meant."

You're fake just to pretend and that's why you'll never get the crown

But hold up that's some shit I'm holding for the second round

You should be embarrassed to be back

Last time you were fucking terrible

Now you're thinking you can beat me?

When you tried to slam Dunk, you dribbled then missed the rim completely

If you wanted that win dude you should've just come with better punches

Yes I lost to him too but that was because of jealous judges

I'll be making sure this one this one has a different end

You might be dead funny but no one's ever robbing/Robin Williams again

Now I gotta address his hatred for our country

Rone fucking hates Australia for real

When he battled 360 he said, fuck our koalas and our wallaby's, right?

Wrong, fuck your standards and policies, fuck your amateur comedies

Fuck the government you love and fuck your land of dishonesty

Us Aussies are polite, we're no one to sound blunt

So welcome to Australia, go fuck yourself cunt

[Round 1: Rone]

This is the fourth battle I've fucking had this week

That's fucking crazy y'all

But since there's paper on, I ain't getting lazy dawg

I work The Kid so hard before the lights upon the stage go off

That Decoy might get arrested for fucking breaking child labor laws

See, I know you have some bars about my battle with Patrick

I said that all as a joke, but you can understand this

If you ain't get the humor involved you really on  some fag shit

You probably take more black dick than fucking Frank Ocean and Sam Smith

See, you're the type to have a sex change and then still turn dyke

Then change his mind, get a fake dick and divorce his first wife

Your body's so bird like that you get rolled like the turnpike

And homie, I'm about as tolerant as the fucking Third Reich

See, I'm not a Nazi, but I live by a code like I'm Hammurabi

And straight to my death like a kamikaze

Disrespect me? Guarantee I gut him like Mahi Mahi

I'll be snapping on him everywhere he goes like the paparazzi

I can't believe you just said you're more skinny and white than me

You're kidding me right?

I'm skinny and white as skinny and white can be

I'm so slight and white, so fucking pale and frail

They thought it was lime disease

But I went to the doc and they said it's not it's just Skinny and White disease

I mean, I don't even know how to explain it

What I should really tell you buddy

I'm so skinny and white my own skeleton is fucking jealous of me

But you're just a bitch artist, the way that you're regarded

So, fucking, size is the only way you can win by a slim margin

See, your shit is horseshit, barely a bomb threat

I'm chemical warfare, torch flares to rock flesh

So that should set you up to the irony we got next

Your rhymes are so simple, they give me a complex

Your concepts are so basic, there's no fucking twist, there's no wrinkle

I mean, I don't even know how else to say it dawg

Simply put; they're simple

Bro, fucking, the way that you rap, it's clear you're an amateur

You could never use ProTools

This little guy is a bitch inside

I'll fucking school him up like it's old school

You'll get chicken fried with a biscuit side and I ain't talking soul food

I'll whip The Kid's ass in his own country

That means The Kid is getting home schooled

[Round 2: The Kid]

Yo I was told that Rone loves his horror movies

He likes to watch them night and day

Well The Kid's a little Hellraiser, so this won't be Child's Play

Been trying to take my Candyman, I'll set the scene like Halloween

Take a sword to this American Psycho just to hear him Scream

But before he's dead and buried, I'll cut the bitch with a blade

And come back 28 Days Later just to Spit On Your Grave

But just like those horror movies your styles so fake

You ain't rapping, you just rambling

How people don't see through it, I'll never be understanding

You have zero swag, your whole style needs revamping

Well I got the doe for swag, I take it with me when I'm camping

So don't believe what you hear just because this man said it

Rone's a cross dressing dad, he's completely transparent

Just cookie cutter rhymes they don't differ or change in every battle he's in

He just spits it the same

He'll fucking start it off slow and begin when he rhyme

The fucking simplest shit dawg, you just spit it in time

He'll say "fucking" a million times, he's forgetting his rhymes

He's setting up a weak punch like he's mixing in wine

How you survived in the game that your lines were crap

You're at the height of your gain and you're declining it's fact

You're never trying to change and all your writing is wack

Because your fucking style is the same every time that your rap!

You can't win against The Kid, Rone let's face it

I mean, instead of battling me you should've just gone to the bar

Met a nice girl to take home in your car

Get her knocked up with a bun in the oven

Then every night give her nothing but loving

'Til she delivers that bundle of joy and you discover you've got a son it's a boy

Watch him take his first steps, speak his first words be proud of that moment

He frees his first turd

Then wait 'til he's big and leaving his crib

Just 'til he can speak and he's reading a bit

Then BASH his head in 'til he bleeds on his bib

Cause THAT'S the only way that you're beating The Kid

[Round 2: Rone]

So uh, I was supposed to battle Uno Lavos last week

But he backed out so I got effed over

Combine that with the fact that I missed Thanksgiving dawg

Well...you're getting some leftovers

Your mom's pussy doesn't queef, IT FUCKING BELCHES!

She makes smiley faces above it

Peanut butter and Welches

A bunch of tourist's fell in and now they stuck in there helpless

Down with Keenan and Kel and Elvis and the 45 Celtics

Your mom's pussy's so heavy she need a back brace!

She pull them lips up and hop around like it's a motherfucking sack race!

That shit smell like mayonnaise, it's nicknamed "The Man Cave"

And trying to fuck her is like dropping a coffee straw through the top of a lampshade

You can tell by the way he's not grinning

That he already thinks that he's winning

He just wants to tell all these friends that he's won

It's just part of the web that he's spinning

Like how this nerdy guy looks 35, he's frail and his hair's thinning

So you call yourself The Kid, man, who the fuck are you kidding?

You are softer than that butter soaked lobster with my pasta dish

You pussy, cookies, chocolate chips

But that's to state the obvious

I'm the champ like David Robinson coached by Gregg Popovich

I will make Foley sock the bitch right outta Erin Brockovich

I mean, it's almost like

I mean, I don't know why you're looking at me you trying to get violent for

I'm violent as a Viking lord swinging a giant sword

You'll get dropped like a fat guy trying to ride a horse

I'll put The Kid on two crutches and we can call that shit "child support"

It's like a 2-0 count how I'm swinging on The Kid

But I scouted his box game when he was ripping at the gym

Any hook, I try to throw it, he gon' slip it with the dips

So I'm straight right at his stomach and I hit him in the chin

And that combo, is on though, as soon as I'm rolling up

He'll have molars and incisors out his mouth as he's throwing up

He's looking at me astounded, I'm like, "Bro, you know what's up."

If you're a Kid, well losing you teeth is just part of growing up

But I love to hear you talk about the harm he'll bring

Like he'll probably hit me in the head so hard it rings

It's so cute, to see him think that he's the fucking sparing king

I guess you heard it before man, Kids Say The Darnest Things

[Round 3: The Kid]

With a nose that fucking big I bet you can smell me from here

Fucking smelling all sweat like a [?] peach

But won't have to point your nose at my shoes to get the smell of defeat/de feet

You've been smelling that for years choking on your lines as you stutter

Shit you've taken more L's than a driving instructor

Man you must be pissed that Daylyt got that title shot by crapping on the stage

I mean, the dude's weird and why aren't you feared?

When you've been shit on stage for the last two years

It's cause you ain't spitting fire, you ain't bringing any flame

We're all thinking that you're lame, spitting lyrics is the same

As every bitch up in the game

And you must think that it's a shame that no one's giving you the fame

The only Real Deal you're getting came with you on that plane

Now just two years ago, it looked like his career had some promise

But I hadn't even started, it was clear I was a novice

You battled A-Class, DNA, going out and slaying cats

I just started growing killing David Kinch and Maniac

But after Okwerdz it got awkward

You started to fall from your place

Falling from grace, squeezing in too many battles and they all were a waste

You lost to Nils m/ Skils

I thought, "How is that honestly true?"

But then you flopped at Don't Flop to Youthoracle too

Meanwhile I was filling up my graveyard with the wickest flow

Way too many corpses, eight wins in a row

Which got me a battle with Conceited and probably made him very mad

Cause that's a bigger opponent than little Rone has ever had

Which brings us to this moment

We're on the same stage

But fast forward a year, we won't be on the same page

We'll cross paths now and I'll keep rising while you're falling

And you'll keep trying for that shine but we're still finding that you're boring

And in a couple years I'll be loving the game

Probably covered in chains living up in the fame

While you'll be stuck in the same lane with nothing to gain

(Fuck this microphone)

200 Miles From Philadelphia busing for change

It would've worked a lot better if the coins would've come out of my pocket, but that's the shit. Fuck you Rone. Time

[Round 3: Rone]

Bro, you are very weirdly confident

I just don't understand it

Like you're not some other shithead idiot that's roaming around this planet

I hate you optimistic assholes

A lot of you really suck

It's like you don't realize that you're on the same Earth as us and we're entirely fucked

I mean this asshole is so optimistic that at his last doctor visit

They gave him a 1% chance of living and he was fucking awesome with it

I mean, he copped his engagement ring before he even started to talk to women

And he spend his lottery winnings before he even bought a ticket

I mean, you could come home to your house and find robbers around

And you wouldn't even bother fucking talking them down

You have your hand around his shoulder as you're walking him out

Cause you just assume the crooks are fucking lost in your house

I mean, you could find your girl getting fucked in your own house, in your own basement

You'd be all calm like, "Well there's probably a logical explanation"

I mean, honestly dawg, I came to your spot

And I'm really fucking, going off dawg

Like I'm in your city and they already got Phillies on the wall dawg

But you know I have to kill you man with a couple fucking rhymes

If we ever heard your album it's nothing that we'd ever hurry up and buy

You know what I'm saying?

I mean, right now, I could calm down right before I get wild

And if you wanna be a kid so bad, well, I'll have to talk to him like a child

So you wanna hang out with the rest of us?

And be one of the big rappers?

You wanna become friends with us?

Maybe gets some drinks after?

Well maybe if you want the world to give you what you want

You should try writing something (fucking microphone) original for once

I mean, The Kid can't fucking see me

That's a fucking porn film

I put The Kid to sleep

That's fucking cookies and warm milk

And if that shit doesn't work like I thought that it might

I'll put some rum in his water bottle and we can call it a night

And if I hear crickets, well dawg I still won't lose

The Kid will get killed from a head shot; that's Phillip Hughes

That's time baby