Shotgun Suge vs. Charron

[Round 1: Shotgun Suge]
I’m all in his house with the cal in hand, this heat tucked
My homie gon' throw him over a high tower for thinkin' he street tough
If he got a strap, he got it for nothing: he Officer Sweet Chuck
You look and smell like police, I should make you kiss the curb and bite down
'Cuz this ain’t a battle, this is justice for Mike Brown
But why shoot him, when I can smack him 'til he change red?
Hella kicks to his rain head, his eyes open but he brain dead
This .45 stretched him, no Pilates
These headshots make niggas forget how to use they body
I leave him there, waiting to get picked all up
They like “Suge, why you pickin' on this white boy?”
Y’all must’ve forgot, these crackers picked on us
Slave ships they rented on us, slave trades they handed us up
We ain’t land on Plymouth Rock, motherfucker…
(Plymouth Rock landed on us!)
I beat up chumps with this devin’ right
So jump, white boy, and get bust like pressure pipes
I show 'em how with black hustle the white, that’s Wesley Snipes
I smack the shit outta Charron if he come incorrect
Smack called me to take his check
I tombstone Charron and won’t break a sweat
'Cuz beefin' with me make niggas wanna fake they death
You honky motherfuckers be killin' blacks, that’s incorrect
I’ll march down ya block, 100 Muslims, I am Malcolm X
I’m True to my Religion, no J-Hova, I’m at his front door like (?)
You ready to meet your creator? Allah waitin'
I kidnap your daughter to sell her body, don’t get her taken
That go for you, ya wifey, and ya boo, don’t get her Taken, too
I got a gun connect, I be mailing the chrome
I find out where ya mother leave when I trail her (trailer) home
You trailer trash cheapskate, you don’t even pee straight
This .40 big as hell, this kick don’t got a release date
Y’all must’ve forgot, I grab heat and blaze fire
And make niggas tap that mac like Jay Tyler
I know y’all want more, that’s the end of the round
South that, get 'em the fuck outta here

[Round 1: Charron]
See, we were supposed to battle in Toronto, it was about to be legendary
But he ducked, so I had to come here for him getting buried
He called himself Malcolm X like "If you come to Smack, Charron, it'll be extra scary"
How are you Malcolm X when I'm the one down to kill him any means necessary?
So see, he wants to tap my pockets 'cause I'm clowning emcees
But wait, it's because I'm skinny, that's why you tap my pockets, you think I'm allowed to get teased
So wait, he's looking for some money? You're just a clown that's obese
Here's ten bucks, buy some fucking chicken nuggets and a quarter pounder with cheese
I would be amazed if he'd put up a good fight
Chris Brown's VMAs: I'm fucking up Suge night
You're tight with Tsunami, think he popping the tool?
I bet they're screaming "tsunami" when you hop in the pool
You wanna bully a cracker — oh, you thought you were cool?
This is Columbine: a white boy's taking a Shotgun to school!
Who's wacker than Suge? I don't have an answer
I wanted Surf or Red, not their back-up dancer
I wrote a two-minute round, but this match don't matter
I'm just wasting 40 bars like Jaz the Rapper
This battle isn't judged, but the fans will remember
DJ Premier: when I lay a beatdown, I'll put a scratch on your record
Beasley hates you, he called me and had a temper
Like "Kill Suge, he ate all my Pop-Tarts last September"
You must be high to think you'll be back, the answer's never
This an intervention, they want you off Smack forever
It'll be a total slaughter when they first record this
Hollow vers' Budden: I can beat this average Joe with my worst performance
When Suge gets booked for battles, the fans get 3-0'd
He does this for a pay-check and chokes; not with me, though
I do this for the culture, I ain't got a ego
I'll catch a body for five dollars like Slaughter Rico
You dissed Proof for attention 'cause you soft and feeble
He tells racist jokes and pocket checks 'cause his bars ain't lethal
You fronting like a street fighter, but you're not my equal
You're green of envy like Blanka 'cause you're only good for shocking people
What is it about Proof that made you say "Fuck that guy"?
If the proof is in the pudding, you should love that guy
He was running his mouth about the D, then he's gone
You backed out like a bitch and Ars nearly got beat on
The thing about shotguns is they're placed here...
But it seems wrong, 'cause this Shotgun never gave his boys a shoulder they could lean on
They said I won't do well on Smack, only with white crowds
I got a gun so small, I'm holding it right now
(Boom-blocka, boom-blacka...)
You told Swave you'd shoot his grandma, you're a poser
I do your grandma Godfather-style cause Corey's bolder
You better pray with a four-leaf clover
I'll point a can at him and Michael Corleone her
I'll wait 'till you have wings like a Jordan poster
Then peace out after you die like an organ donor
Looking like Marvwon and a half...check it, did y'all see?
He used to battle at fat camp, loser got molested by Tall T
It's round 1, I got a bag I need to fill
By the third round, you'll be begging me to chill
Suge owns a record label, this pen game is getting ill
You're on death row 'cause you're behind these bars just waiting to get killed

[Round 2: Shotgun Suge]
Sugar tits, sugar cookies, Suge Knight, yo, them Suge flips don’t apply
'Cuz it’ll hurt his soul if a black man let 'em die
So you better watch your mouth before I wash it out
Like what’s that Grape Street shit you was blogging 'bout?
How you took my spot talkin' a bunch of shit
I’m 'bout everything that come with this, I got jumped for this
I been lurkin', day and night, for months for this
I come from this, I even throw opposites in the trunk for this
Nigga, what?! Nigga, what?! I bust my gun for this
I took a father from his son for this
So don’t you ever, in your stupid-ass life, talk about something you don’t know
'Cuz where I’m from, that’s an automatic headshot, that’s how it go
I’ll pull a Mossberg 5 on a rapper
These pellets ain’t Tuna how it spread on a cracker
This water too deep, you need lead work
He tried to dive in, I wet him headfirst
I kill a rat, the exterminator, it clap then burn a hater
This white boy be lying on his dick, the Shermanator
If he did get pussy, he’d be paying to give her more
'Cuz you look like the 40-year-old virgin, when he was 24
I seen Charron sitting on a crate, he looked up, I looked down
I said, “You like your coke raw or cooked up?”
He said, “I smoke hard so my dome go wheels”
I said, “Oh, trills, 'cuz we serve coke like home-cooked meals”
Let’s get one thing straight, nigga, don’t think 'cuz you a nerd
I won’t take a razor blade across your face and it’s rusty
Let’s get another thing straight, add it up
It’s gon be a Dizaster if you touch me
Let’s get another thing straight, I got a .38, it pack 6 but let 3 clap
Let’s get another thing straight, aye Smack, setup Shine for that rematch
Southdat

[Round 2: Charron]
He called me the Sherminator, hah... I ain't surprised he did it
You only watched that movie cause the word "pie" was in it
You do features for a hundred bucks, what a broke ho
I came here by myself, but you're the one whose dough low
I'd collab on a song with this hopeless loser
Just to kill him on a track like Tony Stewart
Your whole crew cut since I'm prim and proper
White boy leave Jersey inside out like the Clippers' roster
Think it's a tame fight 'till you're hit with a straight right
Eye will be fucking puffy: Daylyt
You're tight with Surf and Ars, so you're labeled as a threat
No one respects you for who you are, you just made it off connects
It's funny your name is Jim 'cause if we'd base it off respect
Being spotted with your set is the only way you got a rep
Turn Jimmy to Jimmy Hoffa — where did this guy go?
Are you a Christian? Bail from this Canadian psycho
If Jim carry a mask, it's a movie that I know
They'll see Jimmy falling off after tonight show
I know who'll play the bully today
I would've killed you in Toronto or have you ghost in LA
We could've battled on Gladiator school, you'd be floating away
If we did this in front of Snoop, I'd have Jimmy bones on display
I'm suburban, God, forgive me
Clean cut if Jim beam up like a shot of whisky
You forgot your lines against Collector, now they brought you 'cause of pity
You haven't been seen since you choked on Bill: Monica Lewinsky
"Jim" is short for James, and you stay phony
You're fat and washed up in the ring: James Toney
The fans want you gone, I'm killing this James slowly
Take his head off on cam to get with a James Foley
Homie, I'll kill your whole crew, put up a mean wager
I'll strip your block of cheddar if your cheese greater
(Look at me! Look at me when I'm killing you!)
I am on top: Speed Racer
Death is what you earn, I'm a cremator
You claim you sold drugs since a teenager
The last time you pushed a QP, you apologized to Qleen Paper
I know dudes that'll front you bricks if you need paper
But they'll pop up if you ain't pushing keys like a screensaver
I brought enough caskets for your whole scene to fit
I'll show up to your funeral, make the preacher dip
Matching suits with your crew till your team equipped
When I tail your gangs, you'll get left by a rose on some Khalifa shit!

[Round 3: Shotgun Suge]
If Charron show any type disrespect, I’ma spit in his face
Push his head in his neck
I heard you the type not to follow rules and shit
Well, you know I’m handy with tools and shit
I take the soul out like the shoes don’t fit
But fuck that, I step in house like, “Where the killers?”
Nah? I hit white boy’s family with the pounds like We're the Millers
You fuckin' Canadians is just like the rest, that’s how I feel
This shit for Trayvon, this for the real
I ate Skittles in ya face, nigga, hoodie on 'cuz I’m strapped for real
Call this a hate crime, shit gon' make the news in the daytime
I let it rain, man, it bang like Kemp on the baseline
I put something hot in his hat, atomic, this shit be shooting flames
A comet, when it blast, you better be Gary Peyton fast or Super Sonic
When that banana clip then split
You like you 'bout to lose yourself, you better get a grip
Fuck, you nervous or something? You smell like piss and shit
What ya life like, nigga? I rise and shine before the sun do
What ya life like, nigga? Getting chased by the cops with nowhere to run to
What ya life like, nigga? Size 12 with a 13 'cuz the snub don’t fit in the Timbs
What ya life like? Big and black, can’t get a job 'cause the color of ya skin
What ya life like? I wanted to play ball but I was forced to trap
What ya life like? When you was playing golf, I was cookin' crack
But you up here spittin' like somebody believe you
You wanna rap, nigga...I NEED to!
So you up here rappin’ trying to get a check?
Aye, Smack! He gon' get smacked trying to copy respect
Fuck outta here, white boy!

[Round 3: Charron]
Since it’s round 3, I guess y’all expect me to do a flip
Remember when he said he’ll take out the soul just like the shoe don’t fit?
Well, guess what? Real talk, I am the great one
I kill him with frees like Sub Zero
Don’t think we’re the same, son, why you talking right now?
You’re saying for me to finish him, well, he’s lame, son
For me to finish him, I’ll just take out his soul like Shang Tsung
When I announced I’m battling Shotgun Sugar Tits, I apologized after on Twitter
'Cuz I begged off Arsonal and had him for dinner
I killed the most viewed, this ain’t a match to consider
You don’t beat the game on expert, then go back to beginner
Where’s my Don Demarco? Did people catch this?
If K-Shine was in my corner, he’d be squeezing asses
You just bully people, easy tactics
I’m sick enough to buy Mayweather reading glasses
We were supposed to battle in Toronto, but he needed practice
So I had to school him later on like evening classes
See, that round, it’s quite nice
And what was he saying, man? The whole round, he's, like, saying I’m quite white
And he was saying, "What is your life like?"
Well, you wanna know what my life’s like?
What you know about people laughing when you say you rap, so you have to lie?
What you know about introducing yourself to Norbes and he thinks you’re the camera guy?
(You don’t, we live different lives, that’s real cracker shit)
What do you know about having to meet your girlfriend...online?
What you know about hearing the party starts at 7, and you show up...on time?
(That’s real cracker shit!)
What you know about people pushing your books, and you're getting bullied by the kids in the hall?
What you know about your girl dumping you for a black dude 'cuz your dick was too small?
(That’s real cracker shit!
That's real shit! That's real—that's a true story. Ask my girl, Laura Tarsi)
Against Hollyhood, you reenacted Juice, that stuff was raw
But on Q, I’ll get Bishop to rush you, dog
You told Smack “I’m not your son”, you can’t claim me, something’s wrong
He was almost your father, but the lineup was too fuckin' long
He’s like you’re crazy
“You know the first time you said that I was kinda trippin right
But guess what, I am crazy right, know what else? I don’t give a fuck”
I don’t give a fuck about ya man, I don’t give a fuck if you battle me
I don’t give a fuck about Suge or washed-up rappers like Cassidy... Pow!
They’re tellin' me I’m over our time, they saying I’m all over time boy
They haven’t seen you since you battled Bill Collector; it’s been a while, boy
The whole time he called me racist, but I got the crowd on my side, boy
So how’s it feel? You got 3-0’d by a white boy!