Okwerdz vs. Rone [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Okwerdz]
See tonight, Mayweather has something in common with me
Cause neither one of us is fighting who you wanting to see
Now being top tier takes experience and growing
I put in blood sweat and tears over years for the moment
Pen paid to get you near an opponent
So like the movie, all it took was Deniro in Ronan/Rone in
See, you ain’t on my level, this major leagues soldier
So you better use the hate from me to make it seem closer
But y’all remember Mook’s statement?
If he says something okayish
It’ll sound 10 times better cause it’s going against the greatest
Well if any of y’all didn’t believe his example
That’s pretty much the entire fucking theme for this battle
And I already know what you’ll write for me, it’s quite corny
Got and A&E documentary on my life story
But if I did that to him…you know how dumb it would sound?
Bitch your career wouldn’t fill up a one minute round
It’d be like, there once was a guy named Rone
Who was known for battling
He faced off with Charles Hamilton, and well…that’s the end
Yo…and that’s the end
And I don’t care about your battle with that faggot impostor
But why the FUCK where you AT a Charles Hamilton concert?
They’re not going to call this “A battle of monsters”
They gon’ label this a fan…rapping with Okwerdz
And it’s funny when the fans turn and they all hate you
But I ain’t tripping, they did the same shit to Lebron James too
So it don’t matter, it’s easy to beat me if they all gon’ hate me
You’ll just yell out “East coast” and they’ll all go crazy
But I prolly deserve that and it’ll work greatly for you player
But keep in mind the fans are gonna hate you for it later
I promise that shit, listen
Now, I don’t give a fuck if you think that you hard on a beat
Rapping hard for four bars isn’t hard or unique
But they say you can battle, you’re hard in the street
But if DNA can beat him how hard could it be?
And how the fuck you went to college and you got this poor penmanship?
I hate everything ABOUT YOU, how you form sentences
The way that you’re dressing in, your fucking sports references
And the way your voice sounds when you give it more emphasis
Go ahead

[Round 1: Rone]
So this the snack they gon’ dangle in the cage with a Bengal
This really isn’t fair, I have too many angles
You trying to dodge a Durango, I’ma leave him mangled
And all they’ll recognize is that bloody fucking Kangol
He demanded unlimited and unjudged
I said, “that’s pussy, but make it happen”
Pen said, “I need a main attraction”
I said, “You got a trained assassin!”
I said, “Pen” any terms that you offered him in
You don’t understand where my confidence is
There is no way that Okwerdz can win
I can write him a marathon or a sprint
Unlimited versus me? That’s like one on one
Full court, like when is he gon’ learn?
Better yet it’s one on one, full field, I’m running the kick returns
So one move I can roast the kid but I’d rather take it slow for him
So I can start coaching him and really rub his nose in it
See, you made battle rap about coasts
So just to get back at him
I would turn the tables and I do so happily
I could make indictments about the west whole battle scene
Take your personal flaws chalk ’em up to Freshcoast faggotry
See, this crowd deserves to crucify you
And that’s just being real today
But I’ma ask ’em not to snap cause this is my kill to make
See it’s not about views, tiers, coasts, blogs, who’s aggressive and who’s clever
It’s about this stage today, Ok’ and Rone and who’s better
It’s not about some haters or the cake that it took for the match
This that platinum toilet paper, I’m just too good for his ass
I knew I’d have this phony murked before I ever wrote a verse
But I wouldn’t beat him dreaming so I said, “Let’s go to work”
So I said, “Fuck everything about him.”
From the addict to the basement.”
Fuck the shitty trucker spot where your parents got acquainted
Fuck the drugs they were taking that explain how your face is
Fuck the beers they were dranking, fuck the condom for breaking
Fuck every baby sitter you had for successfully watching you
For the doctor who delivered you for not dropping you
Fuck everyone who follows you, your peeps and your homies
Fuck everyone who likes you, even remotely
Fuck your rhymes and schemes, your hype machine your legion of cronies
And fuck every single fan that doesn’t see that you’re phony
But if you ask Okwerdz, well he swears that he’s the baddest
He’s practicing poses in the mirror, yeah he swears that he’s a savage
You rile him up, he’s wilding out and when he gets the maddest
He storms to his computer room and…types that you’re a faggot
Well, I’ll use some terms that you understand
You are such a faggot
But even you had a chance to prove that you got active
You told Hollow not to cross a line acting like you’d smack him
Then Hollow went and crossed the line and wow, nothing happened
Yo, you’ve been to New York before
I’m not acting like it didn’t happen
But you wasn’t talking reckless about The Apple back then
If you’d have been a man about it they might even fight fair
You won’t know it cause he won’t show it, but you’ve been having nightmares
You love calling people faggots like you never type scared
But what would you say if Matt Hoffa was right there?
Yo I’m ad hominem, oxing him, yeah I’m taking his oxygen
Body him in NY, yeah I’ll Team HOMI him
You went from trying to battle Mook to Lux, to Matt to Verb, to me?
Either you’re lowering your standards or I’m a motherfucking beast
But shit, there’s vets in the west at a level you can’t touch
Dudes here like Money Bags will get you bagged up
Roosevelt would take you to school as a sack lunch
Shit, you would get smacked up by Prophit’s half black son
Yo, in the midwest too, you couldn’t beat Big Kannon
Shit, let’s be real you couldn’t beat Nick Cannon
You trying to be a bully, I’m calling him Biff Tannen
Don’t know what he’s yelling about he’s Brick Tamland
Yo, you’ve been battling for over a decade
Son, it’s truly a disgrace
If I’m battling in 2021, someone shoot me in the face!
I’ve been doing this for TWO YEARS and we on the same stage kid
This isn’t where the pay is, this isn’t where the fame is
So Okwerdz gotta face it
Every battle that you take is another indication
You’ll never fucking make it

[Round 2: Okwerdz]
Now my name just confess you mentioned
Cause you getting less attention
Grind Time’s in the mess you left in
I’m about to resurrect it
Everything I said I meant it
So fuck if you get offended
After this battle, Daniel Tosh gon’ need Web Redemption
See, he claim he from Philly but from what I have found
He’s from suburb surrounding called Montgomery County
80% white people, how lovely sounding
I hear Huntington’s Valley Country Club is astounding
So stop biting Sway’s flow and jocking Cassidy son
And start fucking repping where you’re ACTUALLY FROM
See I knew he wasn’t really from Philly at all
And when you did this with your voice you sound like Nicki Minaj
And I would say you’re killing me Smalls
But you look more like the stepdad from Liar Liar trying to give me the claw
Right? Dead fucking on
See, I went from killing T-Rex, making him a small issue
Now I’m battling the chicken T-Rex evolved into
See you a Sigel type of rapper and your beak looks like an antler
This is the first time you see a bird get eaten by a cracker
So don’t try to act like you violent soldier
Motherfucker you live on a pirate’s shoulder
And my 2 on 2’s in Europe weren’t my sickest but
You did three with Real Deal and young ZM that sucked
I did three in ten days and we ripped ’em up
So when you can do that then I’ll give a fuck
See you need to call ZM, get your situation fixed up
Stop fucking Real and Fresco’s relationship up
Cause they’ll be together forever, I know it’s getting to your pride
But Trevor never loved you he just hits it on the side
And we know Fresco ain’t had a scrap in his life
But I’m still pretty sure he’d beat yo’ ass in a fight
Yeah, you know what’s up you bony fuck
Every time he rhymes he holds his nose as much as Loaded Lux
Either that or he just sniffed a whole eight ball line
And he thinks he’s at the game calling baseball signs
But I swear if Poison Pen gets the most promotion for his paper
Cause Adam battles and does voiceovers for the trailers
So when you told Troy Brown his voice sounds like an auctioneer
I couldn’t help but think, “Damn, there’s something ironic here.”
Cause either you’re doing a Bone Thugs rehearsal
Or you’re the guy that says the side effects after every drug commercial
Fuck the world
You probably wanna hold Soul Khan at knife point
Cause you’re sick of being number two golden white boy
And that was my verse so I’ma freestyle cause he ain’t ready
Why the fuck is this lame dressing like Wayne Gretzky?
Faggot, you’re a pathetic fag, I’ll put you zipped up in a leather bag
You’re not winning this race cause you’re wearing a checked flag
And you’re a fucking bitch pal
I hated snap backs the first time they were in style so I REALLY hate that shit now
Faggot sit down, it’s unlimited, there’s no time limit
So I’m gonna rap until I’m finished
And that’s how it goes within the Pay Per View
But too bad nobody’s gonna pay for you
Fuck it, go ahead

[Round 2: Rone]
I said, his raps are too feeble, I’m coming for Brian Peeples
And if i fucking need to I’m coming Brian’s peoples
Any of Brian’s students, any of Brian’s pupils
He’s not made for this shit, look at Brian’s pupils
Beating Brian’s kind of easy so how’s Brian gonna beat me
I’m Adam Morrison at ‘Zaga, Brian is Brian Scalabrine
So, get what I’m saying, you’re a bench player
So, stick in your lane, play that bench player
Yo, you have no bars
If you were a phone company, all the calls would be dropped right now
If you’re a prison, all the inmates would walk right out
You have no BARS
And that rapping style, it’s always the same shit
Writing free, battle beat, it’s always the same shit
First Rex, he said he’d change shit
I was like, “Okay sick”
He starts rapping and goddamn it, it was the same shit
Well most battle rappers suck at music you are not one of the outliers
If people say they fuck with yours, I’m calling you out, liars
You a man acting bitch, Mrs. Doubtfire
Always calling out names, he the town crier
Plus your sideburns look like Wolverine fucked one of the Outsiders
See, judging from your mutton chops, your girl has a muffin top
So every time you fuck her Ok’, her buttons pop and stomach flops
But I be at that bitch house cause she got a big mouth
So guaranteed I’ma bust, yeah you can call me Tim Couch
I could call this guy a ferry, like he’s Tyler Perry
But you look like Guy Fieri so much it’s kind of scary
Your self worth? I’ma batter it
Your self confidence? I’ma shatter it
This battle’s gon’ be the reason that Okwerdz get’s fat again

That was fucking good

No shit! I think I know why he’s so pissed
He got skinny but he still can’t see his own dick
And I think I know why he wears that baggy ass shit
Cause underneath your clothes you got some saggy ass skin
Like, a pussy on your stomach, yeah you have that
Well that’s a pussy on a pussy get him Tampax
Yeah I rock snap backs, you can’t have that
But when you stretch your extra skin it probably snap back
I’ve heard a million fucking stories about him acting like an A lister
Making demands, everything from grapes swishers to steak dinners
After hearing all that, I don’t respect him a sliver
He’s been acting like a diva, someone get him a Snickers
There should be a diva Mount Rushmore your head is resting on
Along with Celine Dion, Gloria Estefan and Elton John
When I see him spit, I think, “Damn it, he and his clique average”
As far as diva’s he’s established his status as Trish Stratrus
So Okwerdz is the female version of a hustler
You yellow as mustard, in need of a muffler
If he’s on fire I might see what pee I can muster
Then say, “fuck it let it burn” like I was Usher
You softer than custard
But me cussing on cuts make him think he’s a big bad wolf
With all that huffing and puffing the way that he talk
You would think he the baddest thing coming
When it comes time to eat you know he doesn’t touch nothing
Son, you about the as rugged as a penguin or puffin
Marshmallows or muffins or teddy bears fucking
You Winnie The Pooh cousin
You Paddington’s Bear’s button
Your father is McLovin your mother is McMuffin

He’s hungry

He’ll be the first girl I hit, but I’ll do this shit in public
I’ll give this woman rights then I’ll chalk it up to suffrage
Yo, you a nerd in this league, I’m a surgical beast
Murdering me is like trying to fucking herd a machine
I’m a fucking Senturion, whipping a Delorean
Sent to kill a man who’s obsessed with the orient
You had a kung-fu themed mixtape but now you fucking with the boss
So rush ours/Rush Hour, see Fists Of Fury
Shit we could Rumble In The Bronx
Yo, you a grown man, that wants to be a gangster so bad
That he watches Behind Bars and Gangland with a notepad
You called Arsonal a “fag” then gave him a dick to dick hug with no hesitation
So if a white guy can’t get a fair match in a black league, is that segregation?
But Smack finally might let you battle so now you on cloud nine
The way that he’s been begging, I’m thinking, “about time”
If they would’ve told you to jump you would’ve said, “how high?”
If they said, “open up your mouth” you would’ve said, “how wide?”
Every time you spit a verse they know they fucking with a nerd
You the face of Grind Time Now cousin that’s absurd
You didn’t earn it money, it’s the money that you earn
If you the figurehead they got I’m the one that they deserve

Go ahead, spit that dumb shit

[Round 3: Okwerdz]
See I’m getting kind of tired of rapping with dude
If I’m a diva then why the fuck am I battling you?
See I’ll out write you, but out white you?
Nah, that’d be a dumb attempt for me
Cause I hate white dudes like you and I’d do it unsuccessfully
So fuck your tofu, Whole Foods, lattes, mayonnaise
Bad mitten, bad rhythm, ultimate Frisbee and anything involving a ten speed
Fuck tree climbing, recycling, right wings and any other stereotypical white thing
And you a college grad with the tools for a job now
So it’s ironic that you’re getting schooled by a drop out

Hold up. Hold the fuck on man. Chill the fuck out for a second. Don’t talk while I’m rapping. You getting schooled by a drop out…

{Crowd starts cheering}

Well fuck everyone of you damn Rone groupies
That paid 30 dollars to come here to boo me
Fuck this shit
They get so mad when Freshcoast cats cheer for me
Y’all act like I’m Supa Hot Fire in the battle rap parody
But if you actually watching the matches
Everything good, Rex, Ars’ and Hollow was rapping all got a reaction
So can all of these faggots please get off it
He even came to California and beat Kid Caustic
I mean, what the fuck is that shit?

{Crowd starts cheering}

[Round 3: Rone]
You buffoon
You’re getting red in the face, what you doing in here?
You’re cartoon
I half expect steam to shoot from his ears
You’re like a TV police chief getting madder than shit
At his desk slamming his fist like, “I’ll have your badges for this!”
Or like the football coach who fucks with the kids to get under their skin
Like, “Run it RIGHT this time or you gon’ run it again!”
Yo, you think you coming up with crazy schemes, like you a mad scientist
But you bitch and whine too much, I’ma call you a “sad cryingtist”
Okwerdz, I could beat you if I used a haiku
Nobody likes you
You were told that you had friends
But you were lied to
So what the fuck you think Ok’?
I think you need a skin doc cause that shit’s got pink spots
That look like a Rorschach ink blot
Plus you on some ungodly level ugly type shit
On some, I don’t think a woman would ever love me type shit
Well a banging body is a must for me, I’m all about face
But when bad bitches see you they all about-face
And if I’m getting birds you know I’m murder it right?
And if he’s getting buns he grilling burgers tonight
But when you see me slapping cheeks of that heavenly caliber
He gon’ slap his cheeks, Kevin McCallister
Yo, you got your name at open mic nights
They thought he was just some random rocker
He hit the stage, the DJ said, “Well, that was awkward”
See, I don’t do shit but live up to the hype
All you do is shows where the customer’s like
When I’m under the lights I’m disgustingly nice
This is the first awkward/Okwerd thing I’ve ever done in my life
See I’m a step ahead when I put my foot down today for real
So you on shaky footing when you try to play the heel
Try to kick it or step to me, well your soul is mine
Cause you gonna get nailed if you toe the line
See, you ain’t got a rabbit or a little fucking magic hat
But you look a little country so I’ll lay this rascal flat/Rascal Flatt
He gets awfully loud so I offered him out
See what Okwerdz about and catch Ok’ in a bout
He was talking a lot but get talkative now
And watch Oscar the Grouch get socked in the mouth
Diz’ took you piggy backing through Europe
But what’s a tragedy to me
Cause even then you’re like Michael Bay
You need a disaster/Dizaster to succeed
He’s a washed ass cracker
Soft ass cracker
Never can admit it when he lost ass cracker
Yo, look at him once, you can tell that he’s the type to square up and get laced with a scheming right
He’s out cold at the start of a freaking fight
But wakes up being like, “I beat him right?”
Yo, you can think that you’re the leader, please believe what you want
This event’s Follow The Leader, you’re not a leader to us
I’ll give Follow The Leader a new meaning because
It’s easy when the leader’s leaking a liter of blood
My squad will decorate your damn jaw if they let they hands off
You’d think that Club Revel just got hit with a flash mob
Yo, you can’t fathom how I have it coward
Laughing now and laughing louder
All I do is take cheap shots like I was out at happy hour
But if y’all tried taking a shot for every name that he drops
After three rounds of his dick riding, y’all won’t be able to walk
You co-sign everyone you’ve ever met
You really think that Tech N9ne is bragging dawg like
“Yeah, I did a track with Ok’, the battle god, that’s gonna put me back on top”
Try that shit around here, you get no level of respect
Just a finger in your face just like you did to Plex
You little bitch, you hypocrite, you really ain’t about shit
You would make fun of my clothes if we were in the same outfit
So if your big homies make hits for Cube and Snoop
How come none of those hits don’t ever trickle down to you?
And if the most important thing to him is hits on youtube
How come you and G. Rap just got 12,000 views?
You said seven rounds to every battle, now that’s a tough pill to swallow
Cause ain’t you pussy out of that fourth round with Hollow?
Oh, now you want to limit it but ain’t it you that said
“Two minutes ain’t impressive. You’d just put us all to bed”?
You’ve done so much dumb shit, really Brian I can’t skip it
You making no one money so how he demand interest?
Pricing yourself out of leagues, burning all your damn bridges
And you the one talking ’bout wack bitches and bad business
But “we got a gold plaque” runs through his head on repeat
The Hilltop Hoods would hear that like, “What the fuck you mean “we”?”
You brandish that plague like you an O.G
One verse on one track and that’s how it’s gon’ be?
Taking credit like you the one that do the whole thing
Son, even cheer leaders get Super Bowl rings
Yo, another blog, another Tweet
No one’s fucking with that
It’s clear it’s just smoke and mirrors
All that stuff is just wack
So after all we hearing, no one’s fucking with that
So stop crying Brian, shut the fuck up and rap
I made a carcass of him with all the bars that I spit
Because dissing the east coast ain’t a marginal diss
So you started some shit and then got charred to a crisp
Well goddamn it Okwerdz, ain’t karma a bitch

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