[Round 1: Eurgh]
Alright, first off … Them dumb shit clothes … I must diss those
You’ve actually come dressed like Eminem in 8 Mile
When he’s gazing out the bus window
You’ve come to this clash bummy you’ll not find my raps funny
So after this battle my colorful lines are gonna keep running around
Your head like that skully
Cuz Sketch Menace dissed Don’t Flop, I think about it every day
They’re like ‘you’re back on King Of The Dot Eurgh,
You finally got a chance to set it straight’
Well I have no beef with Sketch Menace, so bruv, just let me just say,
Good luck in your battle this weekend … Ohhhhh wait!
What’s up to the staff though?
I see a lot of screwfaces when I step on stage,
But fuck anybody hatin’ and I’m still the best, it won’t ever change
But this ain’t King Of The Dot, it’s more like Bang Bros with Jenna Haze
Cuz when I say suck my dick, I’m still getting paid
On your wedding day
I’d bet you’ll play Rack City as you’re striding to the exit
Barrack would be your favorite president
But he ain’t white so he forgets it
Only fucking morons find your kind of shit impressive
You’re like a Sibian machine,
Your bars are only built for the dick riders to connect with
But, ohhhhh ‘I’m like an engine, I’ve got a hood sound
No, I’m like a wind screen, you better look out
No, I’m like a new steering wheel, I got a good round.’
No, you’re like an accelerator pedal, getting put down
How you gonna go on bad bars, act mad racist and too rude,
Then call Bagnall to edit the clip after a few views
We were filming it for public release and you knew
He’s like ‘I just think it would be smoother with those bits out.’
I’m thinking ‘bruv it’s YouTube, not fucking fruit juice.’
So what Mister Cameron Buckles is pissed?
We didn’t edit his anti black power, racist speech.
It ain’t Gucci now he’s in the middle with a G
That’ll snap down impatiently
Trust me I almost backed out, amazingly
Cuz buckles nah I refuse to rap (wrap) round these waste (waist) emcees,
This ain’t SMACK, I’ll go hard in the first, third and second round,
I got nuff bars, I could battle 24, 7 rounds,
This is depressin to watch, nah nah nah this is depressin to watch
I should buy 24 7 pounds
Cuz that bitch 24/7 pounds weighs about 24-7 pounds,
If I put buckles under pressure I bet he buckles under pressure,
That bitch is fat she goes on top it looks like Buckles under Precious,
I give a fuck if you’re offended try me pussy I’ll be swingin hands,
I’ll put a black eye on this white boy,
I’ll be tintin cam (cameron) like filters on Instagram,
Fuckin go man.
[Round 1: 24/7]
Yo, he’s right I did ask him to edit them clips out,
I figured I should try, it’s not cuz I was scared they’d think I was racist,
It’s just cuz the camera wasn’t on my good side,
You think I’m racist? If you think that you would have to be blind,
How could I be racist?
I mean c’mon I’ve hung out with Ness Lee like three times.
Yo listen you’re a fake host and a battle groupie,
You wanna know what rhymes with a fake host and a battle groupie?
I don’t know, face soaked in Dizaster’s loogie.
But listen, your actions reflect the only thing you value is attention,
You think the shit we say is just entertainment,
You’ve confused battlin with wrestlin,
So when they start comin at you with aggression,
Don’t go askin where the ref is, it was over as soon as he walked in
Bruh-Man from Martin, his entrance was actually the exit,
WRCs you were throwin tantrums in the hallway,
I turn the volume down, and just laugh at you and Ark’s face,
Bring it up now put him back into that dark place,
An angry Nas fan just ramblin bout The Lost Tapes,
And why are your eyes so big?
You look like they put you in that Clockwork Orange chair
To watch your lame ass rounds
And when they took the clamps off your eyelids never came back down
Yo but y’all remember when this DF dude did that DX move?
You know the shit that 12-year-olds and rejects do?
Organik was your connect, then he had to G check you
And put an end to that bridge like KRS and his BX crew
Listen you gettin steamrolled in T.O. when I put that ego in recline,
He owes me for anything he thinks he knows cuz C wrote the design,
Control your thoughts like I gotta cheat code for your mind,
Olympic kayak team I know how to keep rowin
(Rowan – Eurgh’s real name) in line
Listen and I said SMACK rappers were bad parents due to their skin shade
To the idiots who think I was being serious,
Here’s where I prove I was just doing a piss take,
He flies em out all the time to boost the views up on his page,
So how could URL cats be bad parents
When every time I turn around they puttin food on this kid’s plate?
[Round 2: Eurgh]
You talked about wrestlin and DX, you should really forget that,
Cuz in the first round
I already told you about how much neck fat that your ex packs (X Pac)
Let’s connect back,
I’ma spit raw, the crowd right now, lookin a bit bored,
Cuz you’re talking about kayaking
But none of your bars are leaving them in awe (oar),
Cuz you’ve got that, ‘I’ve spent my entire life living in a shack’ swag,
Eatin fried alligator in a kitchen full of black rats,
His mother is his cousin and his sister is his granddad,
He’s called 24/7 for the amount of fingers that his hands have.
Cuz you’re from Florida right?
Well fuck off back to your swamp faggot
Backyard lookin like the Ewok planet
Look at me when I’m dissin you,
24 bodyin me? I will not have it
This gator’s gettin zipped up, Lacoste jacket,
And I find it really lovely that, your girlfriend’s family took you in,
And started actin like your mom and dad and I don’t care
If nowadays they treat you like a son they had,
If you refer to him as dad or sir you’re a fucking twat!
Now a few years ago, he claimed he’s religious,
His girl dumped him for one day and now he’s saying he isn’t,
It don’t matter the days delivered,
Jesus Christ is for life Cameron, he ain’t just for Christmas
Your girl’s family don’t like you, they tolerate you as different,
You pay rent, the only reason you’re staying is business,
The fact that no family photos feature your face is deliberate,
He’s called Cam, it’s only right they make him take all the pictures.
Imagine him makin the dinners,
Like: ‘Well, I hate black people, so what I’ve got you is eggwhites,
I used my inflated sense of self worth, to make the bread rise,
I’m a bitter motherfucker so I squeezed on a fresh lime,’
and they’re like ‘yea that’s great Cameron, let’s buy takeout next time.’
Now these words’ll never hurt him, but this pen knife to his neck might,
It can open a top and leave you with a Red Stripe,
My freestyles outclass what those consider the best writes,
So I’m itching to go off a tha top, head lice!
See I could 3-0 you with writtens and freestyle fuck him up tomorrow,
Bro we can battle four times monthly if you want though,
I’ll mark out 24 every week, like it’s my lucky number on the lotto!
[Round 2: 24/7]
This dude’s still goin with them old gimmicks,
He brought up head lice, and that British swag is just like head lice,
Black people don’t get it.
But you know what, but you know when I saw the bitch in this guy,
When you let Diz get away with spittin in your face
And pretend that it’s fine,
See your reputation is very different to mine,
I’m known for what comes outta my mouth,
Not for what someone else is spittin inside.
I mean damn, I know Dizaster has some reach,
But you shouldn’t have to be sittin in between 2 chains on a plastic seat
To know if someone pushes you hard enough you have to swing.
I mean growin up what kind of lessons did your daddy teach?
‘Son if another man bitches you up, ehhh it’s just the way it has to be,’
I mean you couldn’t react, couldn’t make words attach for speech,
A striking similarity to how one has to be
During an opponent’s rounds while battlin,
See this why I had to leave,
These battle geeks actually think the rules in here apply
Outside of the battle ring,
And it’s sad to see,
Yo Alex T., I’ll take a false sense of reality for a thousand please,
See on camera he got his nose up,
Livin like a lavish king every reaction from a fan is like
A rose petal thrown at his feet,
So when he gets off stage he can’t switch off his mentality,
And when someone disrespects him in real life,
This faggot thinks there’s still a contract
To keep something from happening
Victory has defeated you, I’m bangin with the Batman’s back to knee,
Snap his spine expose this spoiled brat’s disguise
And I’m taking his mask with me,
Now I see why Organik thought you’d be a perfect match for me,
You think battle rap is self titled (Celph Titled)
And I approach the battle scene with Apathy,
Yo listen, cuz in real life
You can’t call on punchlines and rebuttals for help,
But I guess when you use the battle world as your life’s crutch
You tend to forget how to stand up for yourself.
[Round 3: Eurgh]
Yo, alright so you mentioned that bar about black people,
And went to the crowd and try and dap your friends
Yo Mook, real talk he will never fuckin wash that hand again.
This event’s got Hitman, Rex for those who like performance that’s sick,
Conceited, Chilla Jones, for those who like bars that force you to think,
Pretentious emo wanker ain’t a category we’d normally pick,
So fuck the match-ups
I spent 3 months tryin to work out who his audience is
I thought that you quit
Stop searchin for New Found Glory from this
Me and your girl link in parks (Linkin Park)
She’s on a Collision Course for my dick,
Some thought he won (Sum 41) battles
You’ll get a Fat Lip for talking that shit,
I’ll have anyone who says he won ate too before they can blink
He called his album ‘Room Full Of Empty Bottles,’
I know what that was about,
Every time you got killed in a battle,
You let some splash on the ground,
Room full of empty bottles?
I’ve got the hang of it now
You’re talking about the massive amount of trash you put out,
Can you really imagine fans standin around a Walmart, waitin for yours,
O-Dog’s the only guy I seen after Cam tape in the store,
Back home if you get air it means that they’ve been ignored,
So you gave Christ air so many times,
Damn on Tony Hawk you’d have an eight-digit score.
Do you think I can spit like this guy? Certainly.
You’re like a slanted treadmill,
I’ll run up on you if you’re that way inclined verbally,
I’m on a big time murder spree, I’m like DiCaprio in his Django home,
I’ll rub it in his face if this bitch tries servin me
Now remember that contract we both got roped into
Sayin I won’t get payed if I Dose this dude,
Well I made a few changes and sent it back so now there’s no issue,
And actually now I don’t get paid if I don’t hit you,
But he made his own bit too, and these are the conditions:
If you think I won you can’t say or treat him any different,
Americans who say I won, are in treasonous positions,
And it’s now legally sufficient
You could all go to jail if you tweet me your opinion,
He stalked those World Dom judges to the streets where they were livin,
He’s hidin in the bushes, he can see ’em in the kitchen,
He walks down the pathway, masked face
Convinced that he was gonna kill ’em,
And opened the door he’s like (Eurgh points and snaps three times):
‘I disagree with your decision!’
So it’s three rounds in, let’s take a look at this clash,
It’s three-zip, 24 just got put in a bag,
So until the next time, I get booked for a match,
I got five words for King Of The Dot: It’s good to be back!
[Round 3: 24/7]
Alright, this is for anybody that’s ever had to work for a livin for real,
See if you wanna be great, bein honest is an obvious trait
As well as affectin those around you in a positive way,
I think of Lincoln unlockin the chains off of all of them slaves,
Stephen Hawkin not being able to speak or walk
But still droppin knowledge today,
You see you wanna be great,
But the problem remains that when you get off of the stage all you seem to garner is hate,
Whether it’s rappers not being paid,
You turnin your back on people that helped Don’t Flop get its name,
I mean the more you say what you’re not
The more we see you’re not what you say.
See I still get emails from fans sayin they were fightin addiction,
And my music gave ’em the strength for them to finally kick it,
I’ma teacher now, dedicated my life to the children,
Tryin provide ’em with wisdom, and I see ’em every day poverty stricken,
And the odds that they’re given are less than a win on a lottery ticket,
But they still fightin the system,
I tell ’em it’s like Omar on The Wire when he was locked up
And they were tryin to kill him,
Cuz those books are what’s gonna keep them from dying in prison.
Yo listen, and I aint even tryin to come off high and pretentious,
Fuck rap I’m tryin to show you why there’s a difference between
Us as men outside of this business,
You’re a spoiled brat, and since birth everything in life you’ve been given,
You never had to struggle, never had to hustle
Or work a nine-to-five for a livin,
What you know about sellin music but lackin profits?
Bussin tables in a restaurant and a second job
Workin overnight stackin boxes?
You don’t know what it’s like at a construction site
Formin steel cuttin pipes all week
Flexin concrete and your nose got you sneezin dust at night,
Listen, shoutouts to those who do what they can for they fam
To pay the bills,
Every job I just mentioned I’ve done I know the way you feel,
That’s why those that know me say I’m real
And those that don’t know you hate you still,
Cuz there’s a difference between a man who shows up to the table
To fill his plate,
And the man who brings the plates to fill
And you told Organik it was over for me
So there’s a question I gotta ask you here,
Even if you bodied me, slaughter me straight trash me here,
What would you be ending?
My rap career that’s been over for the past three years,
You think the principal at the school I work at watches battles on the low,
And after I get home he’s gonna call me in his office,
Like: ‘Due to the loss you took to this U.K. rapper no one knows,
Unfortunately Mr. Buckles we’re gonna have to let you go.’
Point being today even your most valued effort will be worthless,
Cuz I know there’s nothing that could be said within your verses that would hurt me as a rapper or affect me as a person.
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