Cortez vs. Charron

[Round 1: Cortez]
It's the most underrated
Underhanded, I oversold cause being overlooked
Creates a pen that's over all
It's a love/hate relationship with the crowd
I know it's wrong but it's just a troll to control the fans
So all in all this is a helping hand to bring strength to a cast that I seen would break
All along, listen to me Corey
Alright basically what I'm saying is you're the weakest link
Oh what? Y'all think he fire?
'Til I roll up in this joint like E-Z Widers
Going over boards to air you through the tube like deep sea divers
Wait a minute
Who the fuck y'all thought I was battling? Darrell?
Oh what? So y'all think he liver?
Mind of a serial killer, I've been aiming to put an Arsonal in a trunk, I'm the D.C. Sniper
Wait a minute
What else rhymes with "the D.C. Sniper"?
B.E.T. Cipher
So wait a minute
You won each week and so what?
Now y'all think he liver?
Dios mios in the spirit of Chris Rios, he speaks nada
I'ma...beast
I'ma beast, woken out of his deep sleep fire in his eyes, I'm alive
And you gon' greet me sire
Or you'll meet messiah
These 16's get put to rest for trying to sleep with Tyga's
Listen
Reality shows, reality shows he's not a threat, dawgs a liar
You pulling straps out and marking dudes in battles with no thoughts inspired
Doing dumb, dickhead, white boy shit and that'll get your jaw rewired
I wish you would spark
I'm from the jungle so if the heat wave it's cause the four is/forest FIRE!
Listen
It's a wrap if we talking that loud
Meet Meek, I'm in the trap drilling over the base like Chief Keef
Head shot bang, brains on the horn, BEEP BEEP
Cause ain't no seeing Cort'/court, cheap seats
I can out rap all you chumps, all you front then all you slump
Brooklyn, that's where Cor' is from with a dummy
Waiting to bust a whole clip like Forest Gump
Listen to me
It's time that I back out, you lack props
Well what y'all did? Wave a steak right in front of a have not?
Think, a disguise on court/Cort' ain't a mascot
And since y'all pushing buttons it's only right I turn Black Out into Black Ops
Cause I controller game, no scratch that
I control the game, I'll school you Corey
Look, don't love 'em, just fuck 'em
Just fuck 'em and leave 'em, don't hug 'em and squeeze 'em
But, when it come to the bitches you can tell the honeys mislead him
Aw man, your stats dropped, you're a bad cop because you cuff for no reason
As far as Black Entertainment Television goes as a whole
Well bro, they disrespected you
Plus Arsonol mushed you in your face, Pat Stay damn near molested you
So what you do?
You wine and complain and that's why son getting dealt
You came back to the States trying to rep Grapes and fuck with a belt?
Then K-Shine's palm proved them punches in the ring did nothing to help
So how can a country stand behind a man who doesn't have the balls to stand up for himself
You mean to tell me you won on national television and didn't even have a contact?
You're white, and you're privileged
Your rich ass daddy ain't teach you nothing about a contract?
Non sense, he doesn't know about fine prints?
Fine bitch, your death certificate is getting signed stitched
And I sense the hatred, it's great kid, I'm [?]
Body language, obituaries, you can read it then weep
And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out
But wait 'til round 3, there's some shit we gotta speak about

[Round 1: Charron]
Hat's off to my last opponent
But I didn't come here to make excuses or rap some bullshit
See when I deal with the smack, I stood there insulted
When you deal with the Smack, the footage gets vaulted
URL knows you're a bird, they don't upload your battles
They vault your footage like the Discovery Channel
You rap 'bout pushing work in, heard you scheming crazy
I'll rap 'bout it too even if the people hate me
Putting ops on payroll, even the police will pay me
I got cops dropping keys/ki's off in my room like Steven Avery
But that ain't me, I'm reserved, polite and ain't good in fights
I keep it a 100, like Cortez's booking price
But wait...
But wait, but wait, you're top tier?
Your battles are fucking torture
The day you're top tier is when you jump the border in a shirt that says "proud Trump supporter"
Yo, your girl's pussy was lose, she had to start to give dome
That girl gargled Charron
She was choking so hard she pulled out Arsonal's phone
Yo, but I didn't want Cortez, I want to body Tay'
No Jehovah, but I'll Takeover when I put 'Roc away
I've seen the way you do it and it's not the same
They gon' feel the pressure on cam'/Cam and see him drop the ball
This is how the Bronco's play, I'll break 'em down, you won't want to play
I'll have you feeling like Meek Mill on Boxing Day
Your slogan is top tier money...you do not get paid
Who thinks he gets that Lux, Mook and Hollow pay?
You lie like a politician 'bout your top tier pay
It ain't true dough, you talking about the side of your mouth like [?]
Yo, Caustic exposed he couldn't smash cause he was limp
Listen penis shrimp, you shouldn't have dissed Bruce B you bitch
But your theme of the needle fits
Cause you have such a needle dick when you beat a chick it's considered an intravenous hit
His favorite band? Limp Bizkit
But I'll cut it out quick
You can't tell jokes, you have to act tough when you spit
I dare you to shoot me
{​​​​​​​​​moves hands like a robot}​​​​​​​​​
I'll just REBUTTAL THAT SHIT!
So let me guess, if someone put hands on you, you gon' fight
I'm laughing at this situation it's so light
Since birth I've been pushed into lockers and hit with cold rights
I should be running the Ultimate Rap League because I've been getting Smack'ed my WHOLE LIFE!

[Round 2: Cortez]
This is how his first round sounded
"I'm in an aggressive MOOD, when I sketch in YOU
Cause I step to YOU, like Tekken...why the FUCK do you rap like that?
I guess y'all figured this would be a waste of a round
And that would be perhaps why y'all would think I would slack like that
But it's not in my D.N.A., so I'm gonna separate you from the gap like that
And the last time here I cook 'cane, so it's only right I come back like crack
Now my name at one point was right here
It don't get no higher cuz
Y'all all thought I fell off and my career was nearly dying cuz
But now I'm back from the dead it's the Lazarus Effect
Y'all don't get it, y'all ain't even see me rising up
So wisen up, you idle us who idol us
Or I'll surprise 'em out of nowhere with this gift like secret admirers
I am just well received like mobile phones
Grilling white boy in his mouth like Post Malone
Whoa, it costs to be the boss and the throne's my home
So if I let you get ahead it's only so I can add it to my totem pole
Whoa, the very second I'ma set it in action of every second I'm clapping
You gon' get bucks after it fire, that's a severance package
I came here for one reason to stop the lesson
In a class all by myself yet it's not detention
Hollow tips like Rone vs Pat Stay, these rounds is complimenting
With add on's fully equipped, I hope you got your weapons
Text blue, get left red, well now you got the message
And he's talking reckless, fuck it, pass me the tool
Stupid, clips on court like Shaq ain't a fool
Fuck it, I don't even need gun bars to beat him until my hands get a bruise
The way I'll drug him over the boarder he could pass for a mule
Now let's take some things into account
Never the less, I'll bring balance here so go 'head and check
You're forever in debt, insufficient, I mean I can't get no lesser than this
And though my name's on the card I get no credit for this?
And that's why I need to know, who planted this fucking seed to grow?
Cause you, it's unbelievable how you achieve with style that's unbelievable
I mean, Shotgun Suge tapped your pockets in front of Smack and them
Then K-Shine's palm put you right back on Smack again
I mean, I ain't even mad that you got slapped
And that's a fact cause shit happens
But I'm more mad at the fact that after you got slapped...
Bro you kept rapping
Plus D.N.A. and K-Shine 3-0'd you...both of y'all
You ain't learn your lesson by now?
I got a question for pal
How you come with 100 Bulletz but ain't get you a round?
Wow
But I'ma save that for later, I appreciate y'all reaching out and round 3's next
There's some shit we gotta speak about
Out

[Round 2: Charron]
Yo, this event is strictly for top tier
You gotta book them for their bars
So you do have a secret admirer, cause no one knows who put you on this card
Yo, my hotel...crazy
The squad gets savage
Carter Deems jumping on the bed popping rachets
Your hotel, don't even got a mattress
All you have's a couch, Organik got you the Total Slaughter package
But that's how Brooklyn do, every time I look at you
I see the couch you slept on after Rex started cooking you
You came in last place, everyone made mad cake
You spend more time on the couch than the guy from Half Baked
I saw your battle with Jimz, watched it on blu-ray
You said "I had to pop myself", my TV paused for like two days
Spit your gun bars, I ain't gon' lie 'bout how I gotta let my tool spray
If I took a Shotty out, it's a retirement to catch a body in the U.K
You have an S.T.D. Core'
Bet it's stressful to piss
Now he picks up girls on-line at plentyofitch
A girl you smashed hit me up, I rejected her quick
Cause as soon as Core' in her/coroner I wouldn't be caught dead with that bitch
This Canadian's so big, it might offend a Bender
You died from Rex this is more than a fender bender
They resurrected Ledger, the second Dexter
Professor Lecter perfecting lectures in tracheotomies next semester
My pen will enter this candy rapper 'til his neck's dismembered
And something pops out his throat, now that's a 'Tez Dispenser
Yo, but we could take this to the stage if you want war with Corey
I'll have my whole team waiting at the boarder for me
You won't see Lady Gaga in a hotel but it'll get more than gory
When I bring killers to Cortez that's an American Horror Story
I hate when you tell the crowd what you're doing to make it look easy
Funny you faced God and 'Cane but ain't Able to beat me

{​​​​​​Puts hand to the side of his mouth}​​​​​​
Wordplay

But if I ain't down with you I'll put the pound to you and shoot everyone surrounding you

{​​​​​​Hand to the side of his mouth}​​​​​​
Aggression

Do you talk like that in real life?
He came up to me like, yo I was with this girl last night
Her name was Jasmine
I almost got it in, but I just couldn't make it happen

{​​​​​​Hand to the side of his mouth}​​​​​​
Erectile dysfunction

But fuck the jokes, more gangster, monster
Grown man, Mausberg
Desert Eagle they call me The Bird Man
I'm shooting with two hands, aiming on one knee
I aim at you and hit the lady in 1D
Those aren't my bars...I'm not even saying it right
I'm just spitting a T-Rex mixtape verse before he does later tonight

[Round 3: Cortez]
Now what more I gotta do?
I'm talking to you
I haven't lost clearly in years and yet I still get lost in the views
And often I'm screwed so I need y'all all to listen to these thoughts that I spew
Cause this wasn't a step down this was a step to
Just so you can walk in my shoes
Now, what, more, I gotta do?
You should ask yourself in fact
Because you done a lot for King Of The Dot with unselfish acts
But how can you separate from a league that always welcomes Pat
While you're always left out in the cold and being stepped over as a welcome mat
I can help with that
First off; grow a fucking set of balls
Second off; grow a fucking spine
Third; be a fucking man, start fighting back
Cause how the fuck you chase a chain for five years
And let a nigga change your third round and you don't fight for that
I mean, despite the fact you spent weeks and days writing raps
All you did was prove you been a slave to the chain waaaay before Daylyt and Pat
Hold on! Hold on!
You chased the chain, for what? Five years?
{​​​Mocking Charron crying}​​​
"Pat made me change my verse in the third" and you cried tears
What happened to all the Grape Street Cripping cuz?
Yo, that's how you know, look at all the bullshit we allow
There's a big difference between you fucking spitting in a round
And him fucking spitting and punching you in a round
I mean, you represent everything I see wrong with battle rap today
You pull out straps like it's a joke
Purple flags like that's live, it's bad vibes
Corey, it's sad, why?
Cause you're not a black guy you're a black eye
Always looking for shock value
It's unlikely that you like me pal
Shock value, God literally wants to strike me now
Cause I catch bodies after bodies, you see my life be foul
That's why I'm taxing and getting checks to put a soul in a bag like Nike Town
Hold on
Think about that, that shit's deep
But what the fuck you gon' do huh?
With your Mayweather promotions let the fifth leak you pipsqueak?
Bitch please
You probably sell out your fam' and send 'em up shit's creek for chips B
Wow, this bitch blew and turned cold quicker than Mystique
Bitch please
It's deja vu to me
No ski mask when I'm stealing you
That's Shotgun in his face, look at me when I'm killing you
Just be yourself Corey!
I mean honestly, just be yourself Corey
Those the words gonna [?]
They all knew you couldn't work for me lyrically
You're autistic, so how you getting checks at home
But can't work this ability/disability
As for me, I write from what the fuck I see
My view from the pits if the tool come equipped and I'm sealing you top
That means I'm roofing your shit
So quit fucking fronting cause you won't buck for nothing
You're frugal as shit
And if I scope him off the top it's just View From The 6
Now, he said my battles went in the vault
Damn right I was wild thirst
For y'all to see the footage, my style hurts, pound dirt
So I'ma put Corey in the ground Earth
Just so the fans get to catch the body, it's like we crowd surf
Oh yeah
And...one more thing
Bro, you have really fucking bad luck with national television
No, like, like, like, really fucking bad luck
I mean, first you went on B.E.T. and they ain't cast yo' ass
Last week, Canada A.M., they banned yo' ass
Yeah, you think I ain't no that
Listen, but it's because everybody hypes him
Somebody must've gassed that hater
Cause still your bars been half assed playa
You just bringing the city down with faulty lines like San Andreas
I got a new slogan bitch
Fuck you fakes, corny keep doing what y'all do
And stay the fuck away from me, Brooklyn, all day
I keep it trill for that, lick a shot for P.H. cause the real is back

[Round 3: Charron]
Yeah, I did rap for 80 year old's on TV
It's a bad look? You wanna talk about it?
Half of them have Alzheimers they've already forgot about it
But I've been battling for seven years, still cashing checks
The fans still love me, still get mad respect
I snap your neck, I still spaz with vets
K-Shine's hat...still ain't landed yet
But did Shine leave a mark? Hell no
If I slap him, you'll really see prints/Prince on Cort'/court like the Chappelle show
Me and 'Ganik are boys, he knows I'm the truth
He'll say his dog ate this esse/essay like a homework excuse
The internet hates, it's what they constantly spew
This ain't the last supper, don't wine when I give this body to you
I'll burn Ernesto to ash, that's what they want me to do
Ernesto starts with an Ern/urn and I'll make sure he ends off in one too
In Atlanta, you said you're dead broke, how is he a G?
You borrowed $300 from Sunny, not for his kid he needs to feed
It was so you could buy an outfit to look fly on B.E.T
That's what you think about, when you're getting your bread?
What about making sure your son is eventually fed?
I guess them Instagram likes are better instead
I let the Shine get to my cheek, you let the shine get to your head!
Yo, how are you in your 30's and have no wealth?
How do you not feed your kid like he has no mouth?
And you say, I'm not a man cause I didn't scrap myself?
If I bought outfits instead of child support I would slap myself
Image, image, street cred, that's what you preach about
When I have a son, work ethic, education, that's what I'll teach about
My son will be at his graduation and thank me for reaching out
While your son's on welfare like, "There's some shit we gotta speak about"
But yo, I was reviewing your little street code, let me get my facts right
If someone slaps you, you supposed to hit them back right?
And if someone jumps your boy, on sight you get them back right?
Well ain't this the first time you been around Dizaster since the Math fight
I thought you'd be showing up ready to spaz in a ski mask
You should've put Dizaster underground like the Cassidy rematch
Right now, Math calling like, "You ain't got balls like that
Dizaster right there. Why ain't you tap his jaw like that
That's why Smack put you in the vault like that."
You apologize for being a hoe, Math hung up and you call right back
You are clearly not a top tier buddy
Look at those teeth, you're doing top tier gummies
There's a reason you're broke and don't have top tier money
Cause no one in the world thinks you're top tier dummy
So it don't matter if you think I'm a bottom tier cracker
As long as I keep killing Smack's bottom tier rappers