Title Match judged by Rone, Unanymous, Got Pang, Sonny Bamboo & Protege.[Round 1: PoRich]

I wanna thank y'all for coming to the show today

Much like the Batman premier, you'll be blown away

Now I want all my haters to just wait a sec'

I know after the 2 on 2 you were filled with pain, regret

Thinking Saurus and 'Mac were the greatest threat

Til me and Diaz crushed them fakes and left

You consoled each other like, "Don't worry, he's facing Sketch."

Then I grabbed the chain and made him play the bench

"Well, he's gotta lose cause PH is next."

But choking is something you can't contest

Y'all think I'm part of some ancient pagan sect

A conspiracy, that blaming me for Ronald Regan's death

But when you realize I have a legit claim as best

Maybe then you'll finally know where to place your bets

And that's why acceptance is my favorite step

Now I'm not here to hear your Darth Vader breath

Everything you say's a mess

Y'all don't take offense, you wouldn't give a fuck if I stomped your noisy neighbor pet

It's the same thing

Don't play the bench, help me throw the body in the pool or we can blame the vet

Now watch this sadist flay his chest

Blood dripping down his back, it'll make him wet

Anything can happen when I take my checks

You might stumble, choke, faint from stress

Anything can happen when I take my checks

You might slip on a banana peel and break yo' neck

Anything can happen when I take my checks

One bear claw cave his chest, the razor's edge where his veins connect

Dizaster's the name you used to gain respect

But I won nine straight battles boy I came correct

And this is victory number 10, now your name is X

Now how you making shots to be the face of death

Hand picking minor leaguers, taking baby steps

Boy, who'd you face to get this main event?

The kids in kangaroo country? Muscles's glasses?

Canibus?

Megadeaf?

Acting like you house leagues but really just play select

And that's why you'll never make a rep

It looks like Gonzo's mom's nose

You look left and I'll and Alfonso's bong bro

My dick like Jon Snow's longbow

And It's Not Unusual like Tom Jones to find me in your mom's home

And what do I do?

What do you think?

Fuck her 'til the vag' falls out then leave that cunt in the sink

She got that pussy with the sardine scent

Bitch'll show you more face than Harvey Dent

Trust me, you want no part of it

She on the floor, throat gargling

Bitch got them Bruce Wayne knees, no cartilage

So you wanna clash with 'Po? I'm the League Of Shadow's bro

Now your back is broke

Then I jack your cash, now the bat is broke

The Bane of your existence, you don't have a hope

When I climb out this hole, you can't have the rope

You just set up, punchlines, chaperon

Don't believe me? Ask Charron

You couldn't get a murder here with a pack of crows

Sunny day I'm Bluejays way time to crack your dome

When I'm done, all they'll find is a bag of bones

How apropos

It's high tide, high time to let the Kraken go

Shit you never seen, like backpacking through the Galapagos

Or the Kung Fu Panda dragon scroll

And you wanna clash with 'Po

I'll grab ya hoe, put it through her legs like Bajio

Wait nine months and drop off a stack of Milton Bradley doe

What's up with how you rapping bro?

It's like watching Aladdin go through a massive stroke

You're a faggot though

[?] light 'em up, Kim Mitchell on the patio

Clicking and flashing, Mac photo

You can't judge me, Mad promo

Think it's an underlying issue how I got keys beside my drink

Like the Mad logo

But one day we all have to go

And when I die, I want to be stuffed and left in a permanent reaction pose

Now let's get predictable

You sound middle school by principle

You're such a simple dude, what's gotten into you?

I'm visceral

A passion that burns, I savagely worked, you never ran after the perps

Only asked for the perks, now watch your se-

Now watch your - aaww fuck

You never ran after the perps

Only asked for the perks

Now watch your capital worth go from apples to worms

I get action with words when I ask it or slur

Bang your mom on your bed of nails, "Oooh these mattresses hurt."

She's a bitty I can mess with, left the girl breathless

Then unload a pearl necklace

Now my phone ringing, "Yeah I'm hoe hitting."

Got it going overhead like Jerome Simpson

I'm making mad movements cash ruling

Hitting faggots with hadoukens for looking like Bas Rutten and Rasputin

That's stupid

This a battle you losing

I'm here to rule forever like Vladamir Putin

Now more on the grand you get put in for having input when you shouldn't

Piece to my wood chain, I know y'all thought it bothered me

It's like a stiff chick on top of me

Watch, one slice, give him a quick lobotomy

Drop him six feet coffin deep

Leave the chain on his tombstone, it's that Rich mahogany

Now back to me hitting your mommy D

I keep that cougar in the car, I'm Ricky Bobby D

You little heja hermaphrodite

You wanna have a fight?

Y'all better hold him back tonight

Or you're gonna lose one of your boys like Mix Master Mike

[Round 1: Dizaster]

This motherfucker just looked at my homie from Scarborough and said I'd better hold him back tonight

The moment you made that statement they almost already stabbed you twice

Listen you faggot hoe, you said something about me like when Aladdin goes

But I'd rather be like Aladdin than look like a little midget Leonardo DiCaprio

Aye listen, and you said something about Bajio

And your permanent victory dancing pose

Actually looked like a faggot pose

You know what rhymes with "PoRich"?

"Short bitch"

You're only 4'6"

You look for goldfish, maybe even swordfish

Maybe even blowfish

Or maybe even, maybe even, maybe even no fish

You call yourself PoRich, deep dick in your bitch is your slogan

But I don't see what the point is

You get sloppy drunk you don't even know what intercourse is

The last time you had sex on the beach you finished in four sips

I mean, dig deep in your bitch

Now that's funny that you dig deep in your bitch

Because when he goes in so does The Saurus

True story, sorry bro

Your bitch gave my broham dome with no hands like a cordless

And if it was me I would be smashing the whole chick

Then I'm cracking her whole rib

You wanna talk about mattresses I'll fuck her til the mattress is torn and the vaginal hole rips

I'll beat that pussy down til the point she pulls out a notepad and she forfeits

They be like, "Damn Dizaster. That is some cold shit."

The bitch looked like Natalie Portman so I smashed her with my hammer like Thor did

Yeah, fame supported your ass through this whole shit

But don't think for a moment that you're actually dope Rich

Haven't you noticed?

You're the only one that hehe reacts to your own jokes Rich

It's like someone did surgery on your upper half and removed your four ribs

So you know Marilyn Manson would both click because both of you are widely known for sucking your own dick

No shit

He fuck with me and he'll get his fucking throat slit

From fucking lobe to lobe with a four inch fro pick

Next time you go to do that fucking little annoying voice switch

Where he goes from a little white boy to a pirate on a ghost ship

Fuck PoRich

You little pussy

He's from Whitby

He chills with hippies

With his crackhead mom that billies

Hey, picture them, picture them at home

Picture on the stove cold supper

Running facet outline the gloomy background

Rust wrapped around the old cupboards

He's in Whitby in the north suburbs

Where the territory's marked by the gang leaders

The coyotes and the roadrunners

Your ex Vanessa is a known fluffer

She was raised by close minded white folks trapped away in Whitby away from dick until her souls suffered

That's why when she finally got out to the real world she even let 'Saurus fuck her

Yeah, I'll fucking dig deep in your bitch too but I won't touch her

I'll just fly through the windows and open the closed shutters

And drag your baby across the sky like Viggo from Ghostbusters

Next morning you'l see me upload video

Footage of me in a liquor store killing your poor mother

This shit will feel like you living the beginning scene from Four Brothers

Nights get froze, it gets cold where Po hovers

Nights froze, homes covered

Nights drop no under 400 below

And all your fucking homies that own Hummers

Because all the four runners get stuck in the snow

I mean, in Whitby, the cats in Whitby are born hustlers

For real y'all they're so gutter

I bet his parents literally make their own butter

A bunch of crackheads at home to broken homes and tow truckers

Where everyone in your neighborhood either looks like Dirtbag Dan or Joe Cutter

Yeah, your mother

Is a horse lover

And I don't mean she loves horses I mean she would literally let a horse fuck her

Your population is so low in your area code that your phone number...is only four numbers

"Didn't wanna clash with 'Po"

"You don't wanna clash with 'Po"

Ahh, on second thought, actually no

You fucking little pussy

I come up to your fucking door and ring the bell like ding dong

First little skinny white bitch to answer the door

I lift her up by her pink thong and drag her up the side of the building like King kong

I know the way that I thinks wrong

I'm mentally ill like Kim Jong

When I'm pissed off everything in my way gets pissed on

Even the TV and display I have no patience to sitcom

So you, better, pray that whatever star that you wish on

Or wave your magic witch wand

Cause me letting you leave here with that chain still on

Will be the same day you catch me playing ping pong while listening to a Jin song

Hold on, I'm about to end it

Your boy Diaz, is a little fucking midget that gets punked and picked on

He reminds me of someone from back home, this kid Juan

He used to trim lawns

But dont you dare mention Islam

Cause I'll uppercut you with that open burning fist palm

The gun I got

Might not be able to kill everybody you bring on

But fuck it at least I'll make a Couple Retreat like Vince Vaughn

Yo, you tried your whole life to-

Your whole wi-your whole life nameless after trying to make it for this long

So congratulations Rich, you're Finally Famous like Big Sean

[Round 2: RichPo]

This guy's calling me a hick, shit's just stupid and obscure

Besides, you're just mad I bought your bitch the denim overalls and the boots with the spurs

A battle with you ain't a test that I've been stressing

All these people think I've stepped to a legend

I see a bitch belly aching

His intestines have failed

But they don't really get it, see you're just energetic

And every second every second line you spit is just some Eminem penmanship

Or rebuttal it's evident, really pathetic shit

Like confederates flying flags from antennas on Jetta whips

Now you can call me your eminence

This gentleman's generous

I assume your presence is tentative as my assistant penciled this for the title and my defense of it

You're long overdue to lose to a veteran

A thousand bucks, you won't see a cent from this

But I'm sure when you go back home his dad will sue for a settlement

This is way beyond rhetoric, my win streak began in Genesis

And goes until the final ending Diz'

For now I'll let him live. to hear a sentiment about his flow

About how you'll never be credited since you never invented it

Just ripped it off of someone else's mouth like a dental strip

[?] assembling I won't need the evidence

Just don't lie, I seen a farmer do, I know the scent of shit

You're a denizen, no special gift

But on Twitter, he's [?] no idea where the autocorrection is

So he's full of meaningless, pessimist messages with repetitive expletives

But then he'll bitch up in person so it loses effectiveness

You're a degenerate, a feminine

The question is, are you seeing a specialist?

Cause your lack of excellence has me feeling like excellent

I'm not Canibus, you won't catch me surrendering

Your biggest battle was with that crackhead and I bet you regretted it

Now I'm back for revenge on some Vendetta shit

I can't stand these fans these, Bambi's they're venison

Who think you're trendsetting when you lack the impressiveness

Where the fuck did you get this impression kids?

Post performance peaks when the pressure hits

I get electric and do this kite runner like Edison

Your style's boring, bordering on the point of irrelevant

"Oh I'm gonna predict a line with my telekinetic gifter

Pick a multi and stretch it past the point of embellishment."

Shut the fuck up!

Either sell it or shelf it bitch

You selfish bitch

Crack this crab for the white meat

You shell fish bitch

I will beast mode championship belt this bitch

You got no pen game and it's never contested

Ain't y'all tired of hearing the same set ups and freestyles ever second?

One more boring minute of this unimportant gimmick

I'll travel back to '84 and drop your mom at the abortion clinic

This ain't Scribble Jam, spontaneity don't make the scene

What you make up is Maybelline, it's make believe

You're nothing but basic schemes like ABC, it's lame and cheap, it's c'est la vie

Y'all paid his fee, his plane was free, a place to sleep

It makes me Earl (hurl) like Jason Lee

Half the crowd just came to see if you wear that gay wristband made of anal beads

You fuckin' weird ass

You cried during police raids even when they don't throw tear gas

You're not a terrorist with an A bomb

Around your way the guns don't stay drawn

No one on the block get's Trayvon'd

You out in L.A. where it's sunny all day long

You should face palm

Your past ain't strong just cause you walk the dogs for Akon

And water the plants when Drake's gone

You've never had struggles to take on

Your entire life sounds like a fuckin' Ma$e song

"From the sand dunes, fly out to Cancun

The weed coming from Vancou' with [?]

Got the caviar out of Agraba

Don't believe the kid, you can ask Jafar

Got a hole in one to the branches pa

Mom's backroom deals at the Zanzibar

I went from chillin' in the womb to the silver spoon

Now every room's like the Louvre or King Tut's tomb

Each couch got you feeling like a beach house

You can touch the sand when you put your feet out."

See you had a crib, when you had a crib and you had all that

And you had all that before you had a bib

Way back you couldn't consider it

Now you're lampin' with the genie and the wish is unlimited

Court side seats to the Laker's game

But if Beaver isn't there than it ain't the same

He usually go the Louie V suit with me

But I bought a DVD so that Gucci free

Bitches be like "Who is he?"

Soon to be on a losin' streak

So I dust off the gators and you move your feet

Tip tapping on these marble floors

Live fly and die young it's what your carpet's for

At the swap meet, getting what I bargained for

Then I stopped in Santa Cruz for the art dejour

Now who you know got the nice clothes and fast cars?

Dizaster's parents

Now who you know got a backyard in the backyard?

Dizaster's parents

Now who you know got a king's ransom on each arm?

Dizaster's parents

Now who you know got a helipad on the front lawn?

Dizaster's parents

You live at home? Shit me too!

Why not? Free food, clean room, always there if your parent's need you

I mean they shelter and feed you

It's what you can at least do

Nah I'm playin', I know you ain't made for that

Besides, we all know you got a maid for that

How can any of us relate to that?

You even got Mad Illz to rake your grass

On the condition you go back to Grind Time and make it last

You should play like Wurdz and just take a Pass

You be coming home like Puffy Combs

At the table eating Honey Combs spittin' racial undertones

Pretending you're in the Thunderdome

This cat's past lame, I bet when you have bad days

You lock yourself in the pantry where your fat black maid keeps the snack packs safe

Don't deny it you damn liar it's true

Fuck up this boy scout, camp fire your crew

And since we couldn't get the guy from Swollen Members

Eh, I guess this man child (Madchild) will do

[Round 2: Dizaster]

Ayo, those are some good, "you live with your parents" lines

But you gotta throw all those tools out

Cause guess what pussy?

Unlike you I made it off of battle rappin' and I finally moved out

So guess what?

I don't live my parent dude

I don't live my parents and you ain't ready for what I'm prepared to do

Your skin texture is the same color of fucking carrot juice

You and your fucking homeboys are a fuckin' pair of fruits

With your fucking faggot ass homie lashed onto your back like a fuckin' parachute

Yes, you're gonna fucking embarrass who?

If you lived in U.S.A. you'd be such a stereotypical hick Aryan American fairy dude

That the girl that you're married to

That you been with since you were barely two and she's the same one your uncle Larry screwed

Talkin' 'bout the least I can do for my parents

But last week I gave my pops $3,000 and not even to borrow

What you know about $3,000 if you had that you'd go blow it on a bottle

You little pussy cause I will teach you about responsibility

That here is mine cause I could give it authenticity

No I'm serious dude, you should listen

I'm serious, this is not even a battle

We set you up nicely to ask you kindly before we remove you from this position

See my friends here at King of The Dot have a future and a vision

Without you up in it but before we remove you there's some rules and conditions

First you figure out the formula for the solution mission

Before you crown someone as "that dude" let's take a look at all the views he's getting

How do you expect to expand Toronto as a movement and make a huge division

When the dude representing you has his own show on Youtube and his show on Youtube only has two subscriptions

I get it, you're trying to ruin your image

I mean, look at his fucking social networking skills

How the fuck are you speaking?

You got 800 followers on Twitter

I get 400 a week so I cover your career in two weekends

Little short people like you they lose on the deep end

Nights get cold, 40 below freezing

The sky turns Grey

I am a wolf, you are my prey, he's Liam Neeson

Think about it

Maybe have a drink around it

And open your brain and let it sink around it

You're looking at me like this fucking kid's astounding

I'll fucking kill his ass

I'll fucking back slap him, I'll prolly knock off his fucking fitted cap

Talking bout Scribble Jam

This ain't no, little midget plan

That you think you have in your inner hand

This is, two types of people in life

One that catches the fish, the other catches the fisherman

And one, hops on to the boat and literally snaps that fuckin' ship in half

And sails back on the land using the upper piece of deck

That's still in tact, by using it as, a swimmin' raft

I fucking, survival of the instinct

It's called survival of the instinct we rely on thinking fast

I fucking click clack bam, hit your staff with bigger straps

Then the ones big fat lesbian dyke bitches use to keep their plastic dick attached

You getting stomped with a boulder

You getting killed so badly your faggot ass homie felt like he had to start massaging your shoulders

Yeah I'll smack you dude, I smack you dude

And you getting killed and he's still clapping too

This is hardcore

Mixing the rage with freestyle that is a art form

You, don't contribute to this bars form

Your wings will not soar you are the hip-hop version of Concord

Your bars, made out of cardboard

You are a clone, like Star Wars

Yeah, you get more than you all for

Catch headshots while you're on tour

Every single artery inside of your hearts torn

Next time you get in a elevator shaft

I hope half, of you, gets stuck in that large door

Then it continues downward with your body just your head remains on the top floor

That's the type of shit that I pray to God for

Your body getting chopped up and mutilated and washing up somewhere off shore

Or ran the fuck over with a Beamer or Benz or a Dodge Ford

Or whatever automobile from Grand Theft Auto I need to earn me the top score

Do you want more?

I unwedge, so many fucking shells you feel like it's Mario Cart 4

I flip his wings like a conchord

Body him underneath a golf course

And slash your head off with your Jafar's sword

Do you want more?

(YEAH!)

Well I don't got more

You're a fuckin' joke

What a waste of time face it

Your basic rhymes will never take you to higher places

Yeah you Playstation

You on a final stage but I'm at a higher plane

Already fighting with the guy that designed The Matrix

How long before that thin little wire breaks

And you decide to finally take off that chain Rich

The idol is, the title is idleing around cause the guy that claims it

Doesn't have the fire or desire, or the pride to make it a chain

Worth fighting for

That's why he's complacent

And the value, of the title of the guy tryin' to embrace it

Cannot get someone of a higher stage

Then eventually come here and end up tryin' to take it

Then that's when you know you need to find a replacement

You die when the fire rages

I strike like workers fightin' for higher wages

White supremacist, supresacist white faces

Stepford, design faces

I said you find cases of shells from the nine on the side pavement

And wake up in a hospital room surrounded by five patients

Staring at each other sideways while being held up by spine braces

I said I'll bike chase him, down the street and hang you upside down by your Nike laces

And beat you down so bad the cops will catch me and arrest me for being a child rapist

I'll make this whole place live and fucking vibrate like a live bassist

I'll fucking pull your card while simultaneously slapping you in the face with five aces

Knocking over your empty Canada Dry cases

I got stamina, I got stamina you could never match up with my cadence

Every step in my life, is like a battle with my patience

Not to snap, and go postal like the white guy from rampage did

I snap, then I bandage lids

I backhand you, throw you off a man made bridge

You fall, and on your way down, you crack eight ribs

And when you fall you'll end up face flat like this mornings pancakes did

Or, A-Class the pan face kid

[Round 3: PoRich]

He said he gave his dad $3,000 oh you must've been proud bitch

He turned around your mom was like "He's finally payin' us back some of that allowance."

Now don't mistake me bitch

I'm the king, my name is Rich

Watch me DNA this bitch

I hate you bitch

I will rape you bitch

Tell the crowd your true story, Arcane you bitch

He's mad right now, Pat Stay you bitch

I will leave this venue right now, Drake you bitch

Yeah I dissed that kid, put it behind you

What's worse, having someone hate you and never sign you

Or think you're amazin' and never sign you?

See they said a battle with Dizaster is madness, with nothin' to base it on

Just how fast that he's rapping

It's like Slim Shady only lacking the passion but still hates his mom and thinks his dad is a faggot

Break his legs watch him limp away

Everything you spit is gay

Your battle with Illmaculate was like watching Forrest Gump

Shrimp and AIDS

Someone asked me how this battle might go

I said, "He's either gonna rap like a cyclone or psycho or Syco"

He's just a giant nerd

The same kind of perp who hides behind a skirts and gets fucked 'til his vagina hurts

This guy's blowing up like a firework

And soon his ashes will fall silently across the entire Earth

Someone tell me what this tyrant's worth?

Face it fag I'm Breaking Bad, my method works like Heisenberg

These days [?] rap richer, the kid is a god figure becoming the top figure

Feeling like the allies when they stomped Hitler

Life ain't a promo, don't act like we all winners

I'll knock you head on the wall fixture beside a bottle of malt liquor

This faggots a ball licker

You're still waiting on JumpOff to drop the stock pictures

Of you Syanide trying to decide who's cock's bigger

You and Jin have something in common, your taste for dog liver

If that's what's in every one of your mom's dinners

It's no wonder your pop's ticker won't last through a long winter

He's all balmy, got that curry breath

All close to me trying to play off the nervousness

So close I can see his shirt is wet cause your furry chest

Is shooting bursts of sweat drippin' from your turban head down your dirty neck

It's perfect that your mom burka instead of a purple dress

It helps to circumvent her pussy's murky scent

While keeping her maturing breasts lactating and propped up like she pops a Percocet

I'll rub my honky meat on those Islamic feet

I'd be glad to hit it, had her in the sack in minutes

From Iraq to my sack, now that's rags to Riches

In high school the bullies would curb stomp and shove your ass in the Hurt Locker

Is that what caused your down syndrome?

Or was it too much halal chicken combined with the sound of loud bitchin'

At every family event where you're surrounded by brown women?

I think it's great you were raised by a religion that's all fiction

No really, I roll up on him quotin' that shit like he don't know it's weird

"So what's this holy gospel you're quotin' queer?

The Koran? C'mon

And who's this divine deity you think is so revered?

Allah? Psst, I'll ah be over here."

You better come with a Goku power up

One line I hit this pound of flesh

Send him back to selling Mt. Dew and [?]

I don't know what kind of crack or chron' you're on

But your style of rapping is not what they meant when they said, "Fasting for Ramadan."

And the Muslim jokes have to happen

Or he'd have nothin' to talk about when battle rappin'

True story right?

Fuck that middle eastern army

Y'all are sweeter than a day at the beach with Barbie

Or a pizza party with Aziz Ansari

After they battle the king, they're never the same

So may the best man win

And you've never been to a weddin' in your life that wasn't arranged

You're pathetic [?] you became westernized

And let America infect your mind

You're no Jihadist you fuckin' liar

They strapped a bomb to your chest, you bitched out and cut the wires

If you're really a carnivore who knows the art of war

Then when you get over the boarder hit the closest Target store

And work on your marksmen score

What's a few more dead infidels on the New York Harbor shore?

You got no fucking sense of cultural identity

You'll never be certain

When you die and get to pick your 70 virgins

I bet not even 10 of 'em Persian

HFK in the back like "What a rookie

You'll always be a step behind me you Muslim pussy."

And y'all shouldn't treat him like Jesus and allow him to win

Just because his face resembles the shroud of Turin

And wasn't he in The Mummy? Yeah dude I think so

Remember they threw a cat at him

He turned into sand and flew out the window

I'm ready to brawl homo

It's the leader of the dwarf lords

Vers' the leader of the horse lords; Khal Drogo

Y'all can say that he's strong but I ain't playing along

I'm Tyrion Lannister, it's always brains over brawn

Fuck this poor pretender

The same guy who said, "All Canadians are faggots."

Well guess what faggot; The north remembers

You spent your life making different enemies

It'll get this nerd shot

I'm King Richard's Hennessy and you're barely a knight

I dub thee Sir Rock (Ciroc)

Like the vodka, P. Diddy, you owe me a check

I always knew you'd battle Canibus one day

Ever since that one night you started rappin' about UFO's vers' DNA

Yeah, I saw that battle coming a mile away

Just like the UFO you saw a mile away!

Oh wait, you Ripped The Jacker, you ain't shit?

Now you have some cult following on some doomsday tip?

I guess that means people to drink the Kool-Aid with

You should've asked for a better name

Oh, another guy beat Canibus, so what? Some things never change

Especially in Canada where we smoke Canibus (cannabis) everyday!

Another dead American, I bury them in bulk

And since you're all such good swimmers

Do 'em like the Little Mermaid, Ariel (aerial) assault

Long live the king!

[Round 3: Dizaster]

Oh Richie, oh little fucking midget Richie

He's so anti American, so so arrogant

Bare witness to a pair of fists to go bear fishin'

I dare him to square off he's a scared chicken so I spare ribs

Look, we can wear mittens take it there I give you the fear of whippin'

But what's the merit in using your bare fists

When I can shove a pair of scissors in your larynx

And increase the air in it and put a tear in it per square inch

These are, rare clips Blair Witch footage

Il take you on a stair case like Zepplin beware rich

This ain't about me and you tryna compare wits

This is about me, and that fucking necklace you wear Rich

This is about you, bein' a pussy

Not bein' responsible enough to wear it

Yeah, fuck what 'Po is telling me

You wanna make me look like I'm the fucking anti-Canadian

When really to this company, you're the enemy

Your the one that holds this company back from moving forward as a corporate entity

When you suppose to be the face of this movement

And you bad mouth a globally known celebrity

Like, "Drake, you shoulda totally mentioned me."

Instead of keepin' composure, instead of keepin' composure like a real champ

You just ran your mouth over and over endlessly

You showed Organik you have no loyalty, no fidelity

Your own perception of what taking course is what, warped you mentally

Because you showed, you making motions that form from jealousy

That's why I came here, to take the throne that was meant for me

Cause real battle rappers keep the battle rappin' and emotions separately

From the message boards disrespectin' me

I never knew why you were so upset with me

You little bitch, I feed you the lowest form of pedigree

I will, go after ya, bust open your head with the chrome relentlessly

And open up your dome like you know telepathy

Toronto, is my destiny

I'm comin' here, I'm passing the border know what?

And if they deny me at the foreign embassy

Then I'm gonna fucking force my entry like open sesame

Fuck what fucking 'Po is telling me

Hes been a lost soul his whole life, so let him be

After I sock his ass in the skull, I'm gonna warp his memory

And when he wakes up in the morning he won't remember me or his Born Identity

You said I had to do some practicing on my marksmanship

This fucking guy is retarded

I'm already on my flying carpet

And I've acquired my target

Hey look everybody it's the fuckin' guy from Departed

You wanna say I don't deserve a plane flight but I paid the cost to be the major boss

You deserve the spot, I say you not

The day I take a loss is the day you see Jin taking off his sacred cross

You, sweeter than strawberry shortcake with apricots

I kick your door down while you at the dinner table searing Salisbury steak with tatter tot

Open up the door, bang, let the thang go off

Bang bang bang, get your brain blown off

It look like someone spilled Prego sauce all over your grandmothers table cloth

Then I'll fucking grab you by your face, I'll grab you and drag your face across

A custom made frame, made out of Vega's claws

And run outside and rape your favorite dog and make all your fuckin' neighbors watch

I run into your house kick and the door open on the same shit that Kramers on

Like, "Who's cooking filet migon?"

Then I roll into the fuckin' kitchen and I'll rape your mom and make her keep her apron on

I throw her fucking, naked body on the neighbors lawn

And wait for a fuckin' late response

Yeah, I do the follow the great Koran

And there's another book, A Thousand Different Ways To Make A Bomb

You wanna be a, you wanna be psychotic

Then let us get our cyber gaming on

When I strike you and your entire face is gone like I sliced you with one of those flying plates from Tron

C'mon dawg, you ain't a King Of The Dot champ, you a vagabond

On the bandwagon tagging along

Yeah, the day you beat me

That's like catching Shaq and Lebron, at a tanning salon

That's like an actual radio station playin' an actual Canibus song

You're an addict, am I wrong?

I mean c'mon you're fucked outta your mind and judgin' from the path that you've gone

You make no music, you don't have no actual songs

So the only tracks you've been on belong on Hollohan's arms

I strike, with no fore warnin'

I perform like George Foreman when he's cornered in

Yeah, I perform like George Foreman when the eye of the storms formin'

I'll tie him up to a rope and hold em up in force and forking his skull

And leave his face torn til it looks like deformed foreskin

I will fuckin' grab him by his throat and cold choke him

I put him in a choke hold like Hulk Hogan

I'll fuckin' bust the side of your dome open and leave the corner of your nose broken

With your bones showing like both Olsens

He's always dissing Drake and yapping off

Doesn't wanna give the man his props 'til his ass gets caught

Slapped and tossed, jabbed and socked, backhanded tossed

Smacked across his fucking Macintosh until it cracks and drops

And his mother runs in the fuckin' room like, "What happened to the Apple laptop that daddy bought?"

I guess your computer crash a lot

Yeah, that's when I go downstairs and grab your pops

And smack him with an empty leftover glass of Scotch

Yeah, I'll fuckin' jack him for his pack of [?]

Then I'll ram his head to the back of the fucking padded locks

I'll, run in the open, open the walk in closet run in and hit him with every can in stock

I'll fucking hit him with fucking empty canisters

Plastic mops, the lamp fuck it I'll even grab the clock

Yo, I'll have my homie camouflage sabotage your family spot

So bad it look like the Japanese tsunami after shock crashed your block

Talking 'bout "Why do you book flights?"

Can you believe this guy? "Why do you book flights?"

When the champion of your country is a crackhead from Whitby tell me, what does it look like?

I mean, my man right here is the second most downloaded artist in Canada and he's living that hood life

So why the fuck would they wanna support a little white boy who's the shook type

The only reason he's here so I can give you an example of what a real Canadian rapper should look like!

Hold on, fuck that, fuck that, I still got more shit!

Talking 'bout "Dig deep in your bitch."

I'll end up scrapin' his ass

It don't matter I already won it so let me finish that fast

You my fucking bitch, I'll fucking end up rapin' her ass

I'll shove a baseball bat straight in her ass then I'll break it in half

Face it you're wack, embrace this ass kicking your getting your trachea cracked

You'l be like Steve-O from Jackass, or at least you'll be able to relate to his tats

When I twist your neck backwards and it basically snaps

And you'll end up with your own face on your back

Fuck outta here! Give me my chain!