Charlie Clips vs. Lu Castro

[Round 1: Lu Castro]
Yo, how I hear about this battle from you before Beasley?
I ain't even get a call from him
I hung up that phone, started settin' that trap, then Saw somethin'
Chop his body up
So Smack you ain't gotta ask what room he in, hittin' all of 'em
The Ruler's Back, just to shoot the bastard
Whip it, Lu could blast it
Flip it, leg up, shoot, this has Luka magic
Slide across his hood, it's a Dukes Of Hazzard
Soon as I seen dawg, I knew he was a bitch off the rip
Now I'm pullin' up to Harlem, hittin' licks on the strip
Drive in movie theater, we watchin' Clips from the whip
I get his attention, then it's extensions
You see blickies out
I holla, "Hey (hay)! You see sticks?"
Then they hit like bricks, the three piggies house
Copy
You requested this smoke, now come and stop me
Caffeine staff like Xodia
Piecin' all these cards together just to end up with one body
I'll draw on him, sketchin' shit
Where Jakk at? It's extra lit
I'm goin' to gym class on yo' bitch ass, we start by stretchin' shit
Put him down, the deficit
The highlight, The Best Of Clips
Cross me, the demon come out, let's start The Exorcist
My regiment, stabby stab
Wipe, then burn the blade, you heard the steps?
Spirit then cleanse, we burnin' sage
Turn the page
I'm wild focused, my mind is clear
Do not worry about how many battles I got booked, I got lines for years
I check men, then it's X-Men, they all dyin' this year
I said X-Men, spine shot, Charles confined to a chair
Aah
Let's get the shit
30's and 0-2-1's
See my plan was to break into your house with this new gun
Shoot somethin'
Kick in the door, green beam wit' it
But he not there, now I gotta think of a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
Slide to yo' mame house, swammie out
But I would never touch mom duke, I took the manly route
But your brother? Cousins? Clips, I'll make 'em all foam
Thought I was gonna miss ya Uncle, Charles? You had to pick his bones up at the 'Crossroads'
I'll drive-by, windows is 5%
Roll 'em down, load and blaow, then wipe the prints
Pole out, the ruler in, then wipe the prints (prince)
I said you done fo'
Before we pull off, I send him one mo'
Gunsmoke, blow up, skeeert (skirt); Marilyn Monroe
Whip the pot, you have to lose
Blast the tool
If I get mad at you, skeeert (skirt) on all you bitches; Catholic school
We both battled at Chris Brown's house, it was that recent
You think he finna do what Fonz did?
The MAC squeezes
Y'all got me fucked up thinkin' Charlie the Land Lord, we ain't watchin' Black Jesus
Do not fuck my battle up, cause I ain't gon' take it eas' on him
You try to freestyle the whole round versus me, you know he's gonna
Get to chokin', Heimlich maneuver
You get to chokin', squeeze on him
Nah, let's get the shit
Yeah I did the shit, I know it sadly
But if the cops ask, 'It Wasn't Me' I feel like Shaggy
They gon' have to identify him by the ink on his body, I did him badly
That tat'll tell (tattletale) the cops everything, just like yo' daddy
Get in the game, this the playoffs nigga
Me wildin' is somethin' you did not see (Nazi) you should've brought Adolf witcha
That bulldog, leave a hole at the top, y'all better say y'all scriptures
A leave a Space at the top, nigga lay off Twitter
But you ain't got a Twitter, just Instagram? Not the 'Book too?
You got grandma that get crazy with the baked macaroni and cheese elbows, I'm 'bout to cook you
Aye boy, you fat as hell 'runnin' 'round eatin' vegan bacon witcha dumb ass
You ain't got no doors in ya house, just the beads that hang from the ceilin' witcha bum ass
You was one of them kids that grew up and had Gamecast, not Dreamcast
You just let water run on yo' back cause you too fat to wash it with soap with ya stink ass
You wrote an angry letter to McDonalds to bring back the steak bagel witcha mad ass
You can't get out the car without your ass crack showin' wit' ya fat ass
(Get him!)
You mad trash
I hope next round you brought a gun to shoot
Do not die yet nigga, I'm not done witchu

Psych I lied, this fun for Lu, dump the tool, one and two
We both battled at Chris Brown house, I'll give Chuck the 'Deuce'
It's the big Lu
Time man

[Round 1: Charlie Clips]
Aye whatchu say? "Skirt off like chicks in a Catholic school"?
I peeped ya style I was learnin', now I'm swervin'
We on Wild 'N Out, don't know Nick keep the deuce deuce under the turban
But I'm learnin', concernin', watch this crowd cause we swervin'
And my skeeert (skirt) off like Jaz last time bein' a virgin
I'm servin'

I was watchin', I was learnin'
I skeeert (skirt) off like Jaz last time bein'
(a virgin!)
Ayyye small dawg!
Ayyye small dawg!
Smack hit my line and said, "Yo! I wanna see you and Mr. Wild Strong."
I text that nigga back, "That's wild...pause
Plus, I don't even know who the fuck that is."
He said, "A nigga that got killed at Chris Brown house."
I said, "Oh, Lu Castro." I'ma mix it, whip it, flip it, grip it, and hit you wit' a gun that big
I'ma send you all the way to the Darkside with a sticky note on a bullet that say, "Come back Brizz."
You supposed to be Mr. Stabby Stab?
Well nigga if we fighty fight, and you grabby grab then I'm gladdy glad
Cause now I get to pully pull and watch the bullet go through ya abby ab
Mr. Wild Strong start feelin' wild weak
I step back and do a little laughy laugh
Cause you don't know that a booster shot come right after the jabby jab
Nigga, you think you some type of boxer?
Well run up on a nigga that's husky and get ya chin crossed
I'll leave you in the trunk to rot while the (rottweiler) cops try to figure out what's givin' this scent off
The Nina Golden, but if I don't get a chance to retrieve her (Retreiver), I let the Sig off
Aye Holla, you ain't even know, I just killed him with all big dogs
Boxer, Husky, Rottweiler, Gold Retreiver, y'all know how Clips do
Y'all gave him the belt at Midnight Madness, lil' dog ain't deserve that shit Tsu (Shih Tzu)
You was supposed to get cleaned up
The only reason you was doin' all that barkin' was caught my nigga T drunk
You not a big dog you a Yorkie, who only won cause there was somethin' in T(ea) Cup
If this .4 hit you, All Dogs Go To Heaven Lu
Don't let the Lord get you
Potato on the barrel, I turn a .45 to a dog whistle
Let the Glock holler
Speak on my name, it better be a short tale (tail) like a Rottweiler
Cause the bulldog was designed to get rid of the roof like a shock collar
Aye, I got a question for you
When you came up with that, "Ayyyye big dawg" shit, was you puttin' a lot of zaza in ya blunt?
In the crib watchin' Animal Planet like, "Nah, nah, nah. I gotta try this shit once."
Well big dawg, you talk wrong to me I'ma break ya jaw or let five fly from the pump
And ayyyye big dawg, won't be able to chew wawa for a month
What? That was a reach?
Well let Surf know how I do out here
My Real Name ain't Brandon but life is a zoo out here
I got Llamas, bulldogs, Eagles and they all pointed on Lu out here
And it's gonna be a Never Ending Story on how big dawg (dog) flew out here
Do y'all remember when Roc put Danny Myers daughter in the oven?
And then the nigga locked the door closed
Haha
He said, "I ain't gonna come home to Dominque, you gonna be comin' home to Dominos"
I ain't gon' lie that was crazy Roc, my nigga you flossed on that
And I don't mean to make your shit sound a lil' cheesy, but I feel you can add a lil' more sauce on that
I understand you was in war mode
But we don't put kids in the oven and lock the door closed
We hit his block with a 100 shots and give 'em all Tombstones before the store close
You said somethin' 'bout Uncle Charles?
Well this right hook gonna send you to 'The Crossroads'
Cause when this nigga chin get hit, the body stiffen up because the jaw knows (Digiornos)
You know what? I'm so motherfuckin' mean with it
"Hello Dominos? Yes. I would like to order-"
(A whole 'nother scheme with it!)
You see they like that?
Put your hand on my doe (dough) or my cheese and I'ma slice that
Or you gon' get wings, but a voice gon' be in ya ear screamin' Fight back!"
Do y'all believe in a Parallel Universe?
(I do!)
Cause I'm send extra large rounds to where his wife at
But the crazy part is he gotta to a medium his wife back
And it's like that

[Round 2: Lu Castro]
Yo boy
I said boy, shut the fuck up
I already beat the shit outta Big T
You and Shotgun Suge the last obese niggas from the Smack Era to do greasy left
Y'all all been paying attention to Bel-Aire, right?
Alright listen closely, this gon' be an easy (Eazy) death
Charlie you, ass
You 'bout to make Lu spaz
This like Fast & The Furious
I mean we get the same Clips over and over but each time we get a slightly new cast (Cast')
Tool blast
Buck! Buck! Knock it off
Beat me? Pssst, you wish (Jewish); Mazel tov
Aye, then another Fast .8 spin off; Hobbs & Shaw
Lordy Lord
Deep range, with a scope on it
I see thangs, pause everything, it's a freeze frame
Squeeze, bang
Hit his chin, then his chest, make him do the T-Pain
Then his shit bag from this point on it's 'bout to get bad
Yo, yo, you and Hitman Holla, DC Young Fly introduce me to Nick Cannon so I can get on Wild 'N Out before I get mad
Do him dirty, with the handle, you gots to suffer
Pistol whip, with the grip, oh yeah, I got you Sucka
His lady jumped in the way, c'mon I'm not gon' touch her
You better tell that bitch 'Beat It' before it's 'Billy Jean' and 'I('m) (k)Not Your Lover'
Aw damn this shit
Man it's lit
If I ask you any questions, you better answer it
Whip it, 'fore I blam the shit
Mix it, can smokin', kill him slow, this my cancer stick
Bro just hand the grip, and it's lit, I get to strikin'
Like lightenin', I don't gotta ask (axe) for a weapon, I'm not a Viking
Stand back, I know exactly where yo' man at
Kidnap him, we got Charlie and your son DNA, oooh, it's his granddad
Ya man trash
You be preppin' too late often
Gauge barkin'
I's (eyes) the first to go like slaves talkin'
Now we on that roof
I come up there? I'm tryin' to shoot shit
Bring him to the end, get him spooked quick
I'm ruthless
Cause you ain't never do shit
Cause I heard allegedly (a ledge it leave) it terrified and I'm still (steel) tryin' to prove it
You doofus
We gon' creep in the same outfit
Is he at DNA crib or is DNA at his crib?
Ah, who cares, it's the same house bitch
Aye, soon as I come across Charlie, bang on him
Game; blouses
The wildest
Boy, you always actin' childish
NK25, the biggest Sig', all black and mildish
Oh now this
Unload and tuck [?]
Beat me? I think the fuck not
My field goal percentage high but how? When Chuck shot?
Buckshot
Abuse him
Extendos, use 'em
I'll pull up to your family reunion on the intro, deuce (introduce) him
Wildin'
Brolic nigga, let somethin' all blast
Or he gon' see some nigga diesel
Smith, Chuck in the suit, NBA Today broadcast
Which gun should I use?
Cause I don't fear drama
Should I use this MAC? Smith? Or should I just air Llamas?
Nah, this .4 apparent (a parent) like 'Dear Mama'
Fuck Charlie
Oooh it's a knife
Stuck Charlie
Or get a leg shot, with the baby in this knee (Disney)
It's your go, good luck Charlie
It's the Big Lu

[Round 2: Charlie Clips]
Aye, do y'all notice that the nigga Lu always havin' a malfunction?
In the middle of his battle he just breaks down, forget a round and all he can remember is the "whip it" "flip it" "mix it"
You know why?
Cause he's not a human he's a robot
That the nigga Smack is still currently fixin'
The nigga Smack come home drunk like, "Nahmasayin'?
I don't even know the name of this wrench that I'm holdin'
I just know I want the nigga to be 5% bars, 5% performance, and-
{tightens bolt on the Lu Castro robot}
90% slogan"
Then the nigga Lu wake up like- first thing he stove then he come up with "whip the pot"
Like, "It's a lot. Am I human? Am I Blood? Am I Crip or not?
I want to kiss a thot, lick her box
I don't care if she get the cock. This is hot."
And then I unplug the nigga like, "this is not."
If I lift the Glock, angry nigga playin' Jenga I'm tryin' to hit ya block
Then I switch the plot
Oh it ain't no Biggie until you sit wit' 'Pac
Switch the chop', look like I got my hands around a Swiffer mop
Then slip the shot
Every time I reach it's just a different Dot
But let's switch the plot
Now I'm in his baby mom's house, I'm 'bout to get the top
She gon' lick the cock
Old school dance, I show her the snake and then I get the wop
This nigga knock, walk in like, "Yo! Hoe! I know this nigga not!
How you get inside my mom's house?"
Eeeerrrr!
Surf showed me how to pick the lock
My nigga STOP
You be walkin' around
See the way you address niggas it be wild wrong
The irony of your bars being wild weak but all your slogans seem to be wild strong
Do you wanna know what's wild strong?
Nigga ya breath, I can smell it through the mask when you yawnin'
You wanna know what's wild strong? Jaz face when she wake up in the mornin'
Do you wanna know what's wild strong?
Puttin' on alcohol after you get a shape up from a Spanish dude
Do you wanna know what's wild strong?
A burp after you eat Jamaican or Spanish food
Do you wanna know what's wild strong?
A nigga that sit in the middle seat of Spirit airlines
Do you wanna know what's wild strong?
Any barber that can bring back Twork hairline
Last but not least, do you wanna know what's wild strong?
Hearin' jokes from a Harlem nigga cause they'll cut you up
Do you wanna know what's wild strong?
The patience Smack got wit' you, knowin' every battle you keep fuckin' up
Enough's enough
I will stretch ya chin
Put quarters in the game, you gon' need extra men
Cause Scott Van Pelt ain't see this kinda Clip since ESPN
You know what slogan you got that I hate the most? The one where you scream, "Let me win!"
I will leave you shot in front of the hospital and you gon' beg for them to let you in
Nigga, let's begin
The crazy part is I just started to drag you
I'm an 80's baby, yeah Sega Genesis, use this cartridge to blast you
They gon' find ya legs in the Bronx, arms in Harlem
Coroner could only partially tag you
And I'll leave you and your followers to go up depending on what's in this Arsonal tag
You know what other slogan I hate you got?
You what's the other slogan?
What's the other slogan he got?
Uh, uh, uh "The Ruler's Back!"
Not at first I thought that was the rumor
Cause what nigga gon' scream, "The Ruler's Back!" to an actual shooter?
You scream, "The Ruler's Back" to me, I'ma clap ya medulla
Long bullet, look like I hit the "The Ruler's Back" with the back of a ruler

You know what? Go 'head

Wait hold up! This is no lie I just thought about this
On the side I just thought of somethin' crazy
I'll catch Lu walkin' with his newborn in a park with his lady
Now I can make him kiss the baldhead, like Lil' Weezy and Baby
Or I can hit him with tear gas, leave Lu wheezy and the baby
And I'ma do it all by my lonely like Lil' Weezy and Da Baby
And where they gon' find the body? In Louisianna baby!

[Round 3: Lu Castro]
Alright so look
Last time I was on Caffeine y'all lose my battle with Drugz, okay I got it
Now it's time to get clean, on everything
From here on out, body, gangsta
Cruise through Harlem, a lot of anger
White van, toys out the window; stranger danger
Banger
Flame ya
Set 'em high, he choked versus B. Dot but the App still got him winnin' cause he's fat and funny
Let him die
Do I look pussy to you?
Why niggas be screamin' my name with all this malice?
Like I ain't a scary site, like I am not the wildest
Well send a prayer up, take him to church, this where I see him
Hope you niggas believe in God cause when you holler "Lu" ya (hallelujah) gonna meet Him
It's hella smoke, I'm finna do him greasy, sloppy
British bulldog, what I got in my coat he (COTY) got it three times like Geechi Gotti
Cook and blam
Keep spinnin' this the jam
Caught him off guard, in front of everybody; Kissing Cam
Yo you know me fam'?
Cause when he on the card he act a mess
A seasoned vet' gon' be seizing up from cardiac arrest
Sign up
I asked you a question Clips, make your mind up
I always ask you niggas if you know me fam' so I can decide who can point me out in a lineup
You said you hurt your foot, that's why we had to reschedule
He tried to fool ya, all the problems with a foot, niggas still couldn't duck The Ruler
Nigga you wildin', Wildin'! Wildin'! Wildin'!
While out here ya dead
Look at him thinkin' of rebuttals
Boy I'll shoot the freestyles out ya head
And get to pistol whippin' until I bruise dude head
Mix it, dude dead
Clips fuzzy, thoughts not clear, wait it's a bootleg
Wait bootleg? I'll make somethin' leak on Clips
Razor blade, sweet as a granny kiss the cheek on Clips
Feds askin', "Where he last been?", lips beyond zipped
Charlie CLAPPED cause Charlie Chaplin, we don't speak on Clips
We was inside that trap, for nights in fact
Jumpin' from motel to motel, what life was that?
Waitin' on the plug to show up, with all types of packs
Man was nervous, Anderson Burrus, the white is wrapped (whitest rap)
I SAID AYE BIG DAWG!
(Aye Big Dawg!)
AYE BIG DAWG!
(Aye Big Dawg!)
They know my shit Charles
Last time I was here on this stage battlin' a vet', I drug out a body
That's cause whoever I'm with draws (withdrawals)
Let me get some of that slogan water
Yo! Yo! Gimme some
Yo, let me get some of that slogan water
I was just loadin'
Now why the fuck would I guess what room you in Charlie when I'm controlin' it?
You said I'm all slogans, right?
That make this vermin dumb
He said, "Sike I lied", "Grandma's cookin'", "Guess what room I'm in", who the fuck do you think I learned it from?
You asked for me, I didn't ask for you, that's why I'm a legend with the belt
Cause when you see me up here in front these people, you see a former reflection of yourself
But you said I'm missin' somethin'
Well you gonna be missin' ya top when I insert a clip, then reverse the clip
It's live when I keep shootin', bring it to the top, I pinned his comment
Blaze toast, or I could deck you until ya face broke
More rights than gay folks
So try me; Dej Loaf
I catch you in that whip, bitch it's lit, it's can' time
Glass breaks, Stone Cold, car crash; Mankind
It's the Big Lu
That shit that y'all kickin' is childish
Somebody should've told 'em, Bronx niggas the wildest

[Round 3: Charlie Clips]
I need everyone quiet for this one
He said, "You get shot if you holler 'Lu'"
Amen
This 'bout to be a long day
Do y'all mind if I take y'all to church now since my disciple tried to teach y'all the wrong way?
Now the Lord work in mysterious ways
Amen?
(Amen!)
And the purpose you serving on Earth is wonderful
You see, God put you here to show these new Crucible niggas what not to do
So be careful y'all before your purse deductible
See we forget, but the Lord don't
Like the time Fonz had you layin' in the dirt uncomfortable
You thought you was low, tried to get back poppin' and what did God do?
Put a twerk (Twork) in front of you
You choke one event-
We in church. Amen?
(Amen!)
He choke one event, you choke the next
The most you ever gon' do is be even with Twork
It's to the point that people in China steamin' yo' shirts start to question what's your reason for merch'
Oh the Lord been tryin' to give you signs this whole time
But you'd rather be a heathen in church instead of realizing' you ain't dope no more and now you out here leanin' on Surf
But God see it Lu, and that's why he got Drugz receiving the perks (percs)
What about Jakkboy?
Amen?
(Amen!)
Let's talk about Jakkboy bein' the main (Maine) person of the Goonies now
But pay attention y'all cause this a fact
You better grab one of Saga hands Lu and pray to the Lord with him or it's a wrap
Get intact
Cause the distance between you and this lowlife thug is becomin' this and that
And the reason I said grab one of Saga hands is cause it's the one thing that know how to get the jack

(Crowd starts chanting 3-0)

[Charlie] Let's just switch the facts-

[Smack] Hold it down. Hold it down. Don't do that yet. Hold on

[Charlie Clips]
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oooh! Ooooh
Smack relax-
You know what? I'ma spare you this one. Don't do that again. Don't do that again. Only reason I'm spare him is cause we in church. Amen?
(Amen!)
[Smack] Amen!

[Charlie Clips]
Now let's switch the facts
Now let's talk about how the white boy left The Goonies
If you ask me he was hella smart
Glue' decided not to stick around and everything just fell apart
Now the crazy part is he was gettin' three racks a battle and you was out here only seein' two
And I wanted to keep that between me and you
But ain't it crazy (Krazy)how the nigga Lu is one G away from bein' "Glu"
The Lord work in mysterious ways
Amen?
(Amen!)
And that's why I'm on stage rappin' wit' grace
You shouldn't even look Smack in the face
Because ya last couple performances been a smack in the face
You chose Midnight Madness over URL, so they booked a king to put you back in ya place
God knew this joker wasn't ready for this card, so He surrounded him this a jack (Jakk) and an Ace
And they met when they was 21
He gon' lie and say, "Nah", go 'head Lu get ya lie on
Salute to my nigga Ryda with the silk shirt he got his fly on
Well he gon' try to wear silk too and that same day he gon' get his die on
And you know what happen when Blood get all over silk? It turn to nylon
But we still in church, no violence
Now that was just an introduction to this main part
If you don't believe in God from this one, then I have nothing to say after
But Fidel Castro gotta be rollin' over in his grave to know his last name was stolen by a gay rapper
You chose to name yourself "Castro" like Fidel
Well, with this piece of information, y'all gon' have to pray after
Cause you was born November 24th, and Fidel died the day after
This ain't no coincidence Lu, it's like God blessed me with this gift
You was born November 24th, Fidel Castro died November 25th
And what's crazy about his name is you prolly would've took it sooner
Took a nigga name from Cuba, but we still don't see the good in (Gooding) Junior

Remember we in church, it's a slow roast
Welcome to the feast, this is just a slow roast, pay attention

I just broke down Lu life and The Goonies, enough shit to make a team explode
Been showin' God so much praise I forgot to go into demon mode
What the fuck is up?
I love the X but I'm from Harlem where we double up
Put our Timbs on, hop out the fuckin' truck
And March into April and let it rain for a fuckin' month
So many shots hit ya block that the nigga O-Red tried to jump in front
Put his hand up and told my Calicoe that "You've done enough"
You'se a fuckin' punk
And Smack told you and Twork that this is y'all last chance
Cause y'all like Jordan and Pippen when they couldn't beat the Pistons on The Last Dance
You stole everything from Twork, his style, his voice, you even get into his lil' rap stance
You'll never be half of Twork, your new name is "Lap Dance"
Random

{Crowd starts chanting 3-0}

My nigga Tsunami been doin' great as of late
So I've been gettin' DM's lately and shit
Niggas been askin' me to give him a rematch, but we all know Clips too mean
I understand some of y'all want me to give Surf his victory rematch back cause his rounds is what he get through clean
But what me and Surf gon' do? Basketball bars? Dragonball Z?
I don't wanna hit my dawg with a Ginyu scheme
Cause y'all know if I get mad and turn Super Saiyan, y'all gon' have to have to send Tsu (Senzu) Beans
I make y'all remember every muthafuckin' quote
The only battle rapper that can win a battle with a muthafuckin' joke
I show up, I do my thing, could care less what a muthafucka wrote
It's only one animal that can walk on Mt. Rushmore and that's the muthafuckin' GOAT!