Rone vs. Charron [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Charron]
I said, welcome home Rone
Feels like King Of The Dot to me
Corey/Adam let’s give the whites what they want to see
Two chromes, TEC’s will hit you
Someone get Joseph Kahn make this set official
This time your getting Bodied Adam, this is revenge for Pistolz
Cans up let’s do cheers
So many shots he thinks it’s New Years
Get ICE’d so hard you’ll quit battling for two years
You quit like a sore loser, the fans just wait around
Since 2017 bitch, you haven’t made a sound
People are out here, but know they can’t just wait around
Man this is welcome to your retirement home, I’m Grandma’s Favorite now
I put that on Angus and Bertha they heard I’m invincible
Every grandma’s giving me this round Werther’s Orginals
Right now, his grandma’s like, “Rone. Stop it dear
Your birthday card will get no gwap this year.”
It’s getting quiet for your Grammy; Soul Khan’s career
Have him wrapped in plastic like the couch in your grandma’s basement
Your whole family’s racist
I’ve killed so many Smack rappers I’m your grandpa’s favorite
Fuckin’….MGK-K-K
Nah, that’s an angle I can’t try
You reversed racism I can’t lie
Cause he dressed up as Lincoln and got his chain taken by a black guy
This that white in white crime
You were the biggest cokehead in all of Grind Time
If that was the truth, Hollohan switch over to my side
What? Again?
I’m just prayin’ this man’s lucky
The only person to come (cum) from behind Rone is Sandusky
You asked ‘Ganik for more money, gave him all kind of quotes
He flew me first class, he made you ride the coach
He like, “Bro, that’s a piece of cake, that’s the cheapest angle he can take.”
Well if you don’t like rape jokes then stopped being raped
He’s like, “Be more creative next time. My name wasn’t in the headlines
He never gave me red wine before bed time
You’re from Philly if it wasn’t Sandusky it was Tech-9
You blew Pat in a Cadillac, why was it filmed for?
His throat’s still sore
We saw Adam choke in (choking) the caddy; Happy Gilmore
In a press conference you told Head ICE, “I suck your dick. Straight like that, and guess what Wolf, it tastes like Pat.”
Rone fans we need to see you
Y’all need to hold this L-GBTQ
I mean, you gave head to Head and blew Pat Stay too?
That’s gay dude
We’re all waiting for you to come out like your SMACK debut
Used to be the man now you background
Represent Philly worse than the SMACK crowd
Do your virgin jokes, they’ll react loud
You think I’ve never touched a pussy? Well I have now
Do your sports references real slow this a 3-0
Field goal, flip shit I’m Madden with the hit stick
Fuckin’ up his return this the squib kick
You need pallbearers, I’ll pick six
6 zip that’s mean I got this oat down I’m bout kick shit
Pistolz with that big shit, Sig’ gripped
Johnny Manziel first round bust on this rich kid
Don’t play Pistolz he don’t listen to the same whistle
Get laced out and turn bitch; Ray Finkle
This guy ain’t a motherfuckin’ MC
I know everything he’s ’bout to say against me
I am Autistic I do rap about guns
I did sell furnaces door to door like a scum
And have a dumb friend named 100 Bulletz that got me slapped over a cap gun
I did get jumped, K-Shine’s still a chump
And Shotty Horroh did fuck my girl
I still killed every SMACK rapper in the whole fuckin’ world
I told the URL “I have a small dick” I say it proudly
{Crowd starts shouting}
I told the URL “I don’t have a small dick”, I won’t say it proudly
I act gangster and wear suits wrong, fuck y’all if you doubt me
I’m bout to sell your grandma a furnace I don’t wanna win I’m outtie
I’m 8 Miles ahead of you, tell them something they don’t know about me

 

[Round 1: Rone]
My first battle was in 2009, shit is truly a disgrace
I’ve been battle rapping for 10 years, someone shoot me in the face
What am I doing with my life?
I’m fuckin’ fat now
Plus my come backs versus Charron, I’m doin’ bad, wow
I mean, wasn’t I supposed to make a run off rap?
TV shows, movies, dumb contracts
Stand up, radio, #1 podcast
Sold out concerns, wait…I done all that
See I don’t do it for the fame like my enemy does
I’ll put a bone through your cheek like an elephant tusk
And I don’t do it for the cash cause my cheddar been up
Oh, I’m just doin’ this for the adrenaline rush
So what’s up? I know you been watchin’ me walk, on the sack (Sac’) for 10 years like Vlade Divac
Two call outs, three calls outs, I said, “Fuck it he’s unstable.”
Four call outs, five call outs, I’m gettin’ up from the lunch table
But first, a history lesson
Your name was Triple C until you ever heard of me
And then you changed it to Ch-Rone two months after I hit the scene
And while that might all seem above board, Travis
Imagine a battle rapper came out named “Ch-Organik”
I would probably bother you, but I always show Buddy Love
Just clumped (Klump’d) him with the rest, never let push come to shove
But somehow, you turned into this little brother to me who’d always want to compete
Who’d always tug on my sleeve
The bother, the little toddler, the fly buzzing at me
Food stuck in my teeth, the tag under my tee
The terrible combination of awkward and cocky
Chronically sloppy, sonically off beat
Every single day you should curse God for your body
Your cringe worthy demeanor his this tailored for the perfect take down
But the second hand awkwardness of sharing the stage with you made me want to turn the plate down
We watched you grow up from a boy, you have a perverts face now
Any character assassination would be a nervous breakdown
Yo, your eyes movin’, how he’s quivering like it’s puberty that’s crippled him
He’s a wet noodle, a drenched poodle, a drooping piece of licorice
From your shoulders to your arms, how you move them like an idiot
If we were judging off body language, bro you would be illiterate
But his karate action arms, that’s his true talent
Throw him some melons while he’s rappin’ he’ll make a fruit salad
But I’m not here to make an impression of you, I’m here to make an impression on you
To prove that none of your family matters, don’t your uncle or auntie (anti) matter
Unstable, I’m Billy Idol minus the Stratocaster
I’ll put a foreigner through the rafters, I’m the coroner for these rappers
It’s a champ versus a stepping stool, I’m the former you’re the latter (ladder)
Bro, you always wanted my chains, well today we can fulfill them
You never have to win a title, I’ll leave you permanently stilled champ
See, I am offended at any list where your name is ranked ahead of me
I am resentful of anyone that puts you in the same breath as me
The only chance you’d ever be ranked ahead of me is alphabetically, so thank the letter “C”
It’s gon’ be agony like you were at Gethsemane
You should be banned indefinitely like Randy Gregory
I’m here to get under your skin like an appendectomy or Patrick Beverley
Bro you have the personality of a patch of celery
You should’ve been an abandoned pregnancy
You misunderstood your girl’s Tinder bio when she said she wanted to be challenged mentally
He’s been chasin’ me for so long, it’s really got me in a whirlwind
It’s got me wonderin’, who’s really your white whale?
Me? Or your little girlfriend?
I mean, he think that’s whore’s a looker cause she look like some sorta hooker
It’s no wonder that he get Jersey’d as soon as Corey booker her (Cory Booker)
But you came a long way from Laura Tarsi
We look back and still laugh
You used to have a fake girlfriend, now your new one is real fat
But your jokes? Stolen
Concepts? Stolen
Wordplay? Stolen
And he thinks all of it’s fine
He can’t go one battle without repurposing someone else’s good idea, shit, probably mine
So for your raps ’bout sellin’ drugs to the bars that Corey still in (stealin’)
I might have to take a hand off since he act like Corey Dillon
But you said I turned my back on battle rap, we need to stop the cap
You’re actin’ like I robbed the culture with a gun and a stocking mask
I’ve had battle rappers on my phone suicidal, I’m the one that they called to chat
It wasn’t the King Of The Dot Facebook group, I’m the walking Talk-ing Back
I see a battle rapper down, no problem, I offer cash
I had them eating off my plate, when you wouldn’t offer scraps
GoFundMe’s, tickets, PayPerViews, no problem I’m droppin’ racks
I put my money where my mouth is, what’s more King Of The Dot then that?
Bro you could never match my moves, either in or out the ring
They call me Roney Bae The Price, but to you, I’ll always be the king

[Round 2: Charron]
Hey man, he always tellin’ me my hands are out of place
Philly losin’ ‘Back 2 Back’, this is Meek Mill when he battlin’ Drake
He said I’m makin’ fruit salad, but you dressed in purple, put the strap in his face
Man I’ll have this fruit on the wall; Alexander The Grape
And you keep doin’ a lot of gay jokes, man I don’t know why y’all playin’
You said my girlfriend is fat, how many times have I told you we’re not datin’
So Organik hit his phone up
For two years he never showed up
I’m not surprised he split that’s what atoms (Adams) do when they blow up
But, I’m not out here exposing you
You already done that
I’m not hurt you moved on from battling that’s what your supposed to do
I’m mad that once you made it, you didn’t put on anyone that’s close to you
See, I helped Carter with Wild N’ Out we trained a lot
I told Ward, “Come here if you wanna take my spot.”
If I had your platform, do you know how many names I’d drop?
Once you get a Barstool you’re supposed to start takin’ shots
A real king would’ve came back to start raisin’ his stock
You’re an NFL blocker, you should know when you drop the ball the game doesn’t stop
You are not one of us
Who was on your number one podcast? Not one of us
Doesn’t matter if you’re GZ I’m still supportin’ you
Go to war with you
You want me cause MTV can do more for you
The midget in Joker you need a killer to open up doors for you
I have more money and still do this for fun
You’re from Philly you should know where your Roots started from
I got a bone to pick with him look what you have become
On God, I’ll make a bitch outta Adam; Genesis 2:21

You gotta look at me when I’m killing you

To go viral you’d change you’re gender like Caitlyn Jenner you have no shame what so ever
We’ve outgrown you
Adams bitchmade from the rib cage we want the old you
Do this pussy so bad if you were TI’s kid he’d disown you
He’s like “I’m American as shit, Honest Abe mixed with John McCain”
Well I battle rap his shit
I’m bodybag mixed with Shotty/Swave, the near divorce Caustic made
Tom Cruise mom’s shoes we don’t walk the same
I’m a Lush intro with his nostrils glazed
I’m the energy of Dizaster but not the braids
I’m Three Of Them Thangs off the brain
I’m Pat Stay when he got the chain
I’m the apology you forgot to make to Cadalack Ron when you dropped his name
I’m PH in his Team Homi ways
I’ve every Bender multi schemed on a stage
I’m King Of The Dot in their beat boxing days
Mixed with the six people that lost their life getting crushed by T-Top on stage
And in this battle he started off with, “Battling for a decade, you’re truly a disgrace
If I’m battling in 2021 someone shoot me in the face.”
You’ve used battle rap since day one, this is where we both got our fame from
If I’m battling in 2029, pat me on the back like, “thanks for remembering where you came from.”
You got nice flow but no punching skill
Ten years I’m punching still
The Philly Prince Will get sonned in Cali I’m Uncle Phil
Slashed throat
They put his face on a shirt, “RIP the Frat GOAT”
This time when you go viral on a tee (T) it ain’t for fat jokes
You handpick opportunities it’s see through
‘Ganik didn’t even say your name and I knew it’d be you
I just said I think I’ll win and he wrote “#metoo”
“I’m your executioner, Lucifer” shut the fuck up
Your time is fading
Rone, who you annihilating?
You look like all five people that died from vaping
You callin’ out Mike P? Dawg that’s light
Bring him to the SMACK Killer we are not alike
I’ll treat him like the show you got fired from and Drop The Mic(Mike)
I got a violent left; ANTIFA
You getting floored this time, fuck a metaphor or rhyme
The right will have him higher than our credit scores combined
While you were doing keg stands grabbin’ your friends erection
I beat you in a freestyle battle with less aggression
Listen Rone this ain’t beer pong you won’t get redemption
The frat killer, tell Brad, Thad and Chad that this verse is amazing
You can’t fuck with the GOAT this ain’t fraternity hazing
How many IPA’s have you tried today?
Your parents got the job done
My sweet 16: Not fun
What you know ’bout asking your dad for two Mercedes and you got one?
This ain’t for the news fans that just want us to hold lead
Code red
Connor Mcgregor this for the old heads
Rone you ain’t nothing but a fuckin’ cokehead
Waitin’ for someone to have a bump for him like an old thread
I got all kinds of tablets I can supply this addict
So much speed Al Davis tried to draft it
Have him snortin’ ’til he feel ill
Coke so white Method Man assumed it voted for Real Deal
He gon’ make this Barstool vs Wild N’ Out and that’s a fact
I mean I don’t care and you claimin’ I don’t clap a gat
Bring up Timothy De La Ghetto cause he’s got the man purse, that just means my man is strapped
Who from Barstool is here to support you?
I mean, well that guy’s wack
Your friends aren’t in your corner and that’s a fact
No matter how much you ignore this, you will always be welcomed in battle rap
One day you’ll be fired from your job and that’s a fact
Don’t be surprised cause a Barstool never has your back
Time!

[Round 2: Rone]
Imagine being a grown man, Charron fan
You talk about Bodied like it’s Rocky, the delusion is astounding
It’s budget was $15,000,000 and it grossed $100,000
And you had what? Two more lines than me?
Shit ain’t never been funny
Congratulations, you had a bigger part in losing Eminem’s money
But while we were shooting Bodied you were drinkin’ in the lobby
In the Standard in Los Angeles, you were gettin’ sloppy
You started mouthing off to Pat Stay I thought, “This won’t go well.”
And sure enough, he bitch slapped you in front of the whole hotel
And I don’t wanna misconstrue it, you got slapped and your lip was drooling
You would’ve thought that he dropped this fruit from the way that this bitch was bruising
That’s why we laugh when you talk tough like, “Who does he think he’s fooling?”
You almost died off that smack in an L.A. hotel we would’ve thought he was Whitney Houston
You were a terrible drunk and he smacked you in the Standard
So K-Shine’s not an outlier, smacking you is the standard
I mean Aye Verb stepped to you, Shotgun peppered you
Bonnie almost broke her fuckin’ wrist dick checkin’ you
Shine made a mess of you, Pat disrespected you
Ars’ had his hands on your face like he was blessin’ you
So who the fuck are you playin’ with?
You’ve already been 86’d
I don’t mean they cancelled you, I mean number of hands on you if they dusted your face for prints
Why does that always happen to you?
Why does that never happen to me?
It’s not happenstance that they slot you fam’, that’s just who you happen to be
But you embrace the school shooter image like you think that shit is powerful
‘Til I lift you up and beat the fucking warning signs outta you
Bro this one’s a camcorder, it’ll help deliver the picture
This one’s a transformer it’ll turn him into a sprinter
Your dad’s a mechanic from Orleans, well I had to have a talk with him
It’s funny he works at Midas, and you got a touch of Autism
But you take pride in Wild N’ Out when it’s legitimately terrible
15 straight years of the same Mariah Carry joke
Word to Nick Cannon’s turban, I’ve been offered Wild N’ Out six times, there’s written record of that
Six times, ain’t that the amount of seasons that you’ve been in the cast?
Bro, from Wild N’ Out to Drop The Mic to battles in this league
They’ll only ever call you when they can’t book me
The name brand versus the budget version
Undeserving, less funny person
The first choice that they cater too versus the back up, the safety school
The option is less sexy when they can’t sign Gretzky
The Chrysler 300 they rent when they can’t afford the Bentley
Bro, all of Viacom loves me, they would kill to write a check
They’d have a pilot waitin’ on me like a fuckin’ private jet
Yo, you sound like you’re high on helium, the show is the height of tedium
This skinny little geek is tryin’ to make it on TV, that’s a dying medium
But before I retire his ass like Andrew Luck
Let’s talk about that time Organik watched some groupie bitch and you fuck
You went soft but tried to keep going cause the audience had you rattled
Isn’t it bad enough he had to watch you pretend to be hard in your battle?
Bro, you love to go on SMACK to brag on the fake crack you slang
And gats you bang
If it were up to you, you’d be on a Banned (band) every month like Andrew Yang
But what about that time you said, “Mexicans can’t be super heroes” cause quote “They’re too lazy bro”
But what’s really lazy though?
The accent? The basic quotes
The fact that you were hitting a Dominican with racist tropes that aren’t even creative jokes?
I mean, Corey Charron, hates the Mexicans more than the Border Patrol
He’s not callin’ shots, he’s callin’ cops to a foreigner’s home
He’ll cock his gun he hears someone say “señor” on the phone
Well the coroner’s home, put four in his dome
Get beat to death, leave the flesh around your cornea swoll
This an orchestra, what you pen is boring and slow
Past your expiration date, baby wait your formula’s old
You go the wrong way at every single fork in the road
I’ll leave your body stretched out like the warrior pose
Out of all of battle rap, I got the corniest clone
You hate Mexicans? Then get the fuck out California bro!
Bro, I’m a mix of Rambo and Tony Soprano
I’ll tag your man’s toe like I was Virgil Abloh
You’re off white thinking you got the best answer
Unless there’s something you want to get off your chest after like breast cancer
Cause at the negotiating table, you’re softer than Ned Flanders
You’re not scoring, Travi$ Scott’s Jordan’s your check’s backwards
Bro you said- I got a million ways kill him, but if none of all that work
I’ll just drop him off in east Oakland in his confederate flag shirt
Bro you could never match my moves in or out the ring
Call me Roney Bae The Prince but to you I’ll always be the king

[Round 3: Charron]
He callin’ me racist but…
They say “Head ICE robbed you”, your third round was light
“If you couldn’t make it out of Harlem how did my dad make it out of Harlem?”
Because he’s white
Like, was that a third round or a Third Reich?
I’m no B. Dot, I’m not an expert on this situation
And this coming from someone that accused B.E.T. of discrimination
But between your dad and Head ICE, who struggled in life more?
You said, “It’s not your fault if your born poor but it is if you die poor.”
That’s what your physicist dad taught you while he set up your trust fund?
Due to his skin, which Harlem cops did he run from?
Which neighborhoods, which schools was he shunned from?
That mentality is the same reason that Trump won
You said, my dad was racist about the Mexicans, but c’mon son
It’s not your fault if you’re born to a racist but it is if you become one
Also, against Head ICE you also said, “You’re tethered to an existence that doesn’t mean shit to me
While I was taking trips to Sicily
You were in self imposed poverty figuring out what kid to feed”
Cringe
The epitome
You act black, now look inwardly (N-wordly)
Predatory lending, they couldn’t get help yet
They were designated to hoods they couldn’t get out yet
This motherfucker thought “redlining” was a Microsoft spell check
Only people on 4chan like how you rap
Your favorite chore is laundry day, so you can separate the whites from the blacks
You spit those bars in Toronto in front of a bunch of crackers
I dare you to come to Cali and say All Lives fucking Matter
You know how many Trump supporters are here? One: Dizaster
Aye, I did wear the confederate flag sleeve I accept all the scrutiny
I acted foolishly
Apologize- I didn’t know the history and apologized to the community
We move as a unit
Why? Because of unity
Yesterday I was called out for appropriation, today you won’t hear an “Ooops” from me
This ain’t even a battle, this is a eulogy
That’s why shhh Rone, cause when I look at you it’s a moment of silence for who I used to be
You brag about your vaca’s like “Look at my big trips.”
You make 100K, you think MTV is how I get rich?
Air B&B, HVAC that’s the right business
You get Bud Light I sip Cris’
Knock over his Barstool, you ain’t Wild N’ Out like this bitch
Last year 700K those are my digits
You’d have to save up 7 years pay to get my interest
Two apps, get paid when the site gets hits
I inspire kids with Autism plus my girl has nice big tits
Listen Rone I ain’t the one to talk that “I’m winning at life” shit with
You tried to stunt on Head ICE, dawg relax
Bring up my Autism I have retarded stacks
If I wake up feeling like a million bucks the market crashed
A millionaire at 25 how can the prince be proud?
After this quick beat down
You can battle my pockets and spit your Big T rounds
I don’t watch Barstool I put that on the Bible
I’d rather swallow crack before my Morgan’s piano recital
Or watch another Chilla/Trevor rematch for the title
You got at The Saurus for gambling, you bet on sports games all the time
So I made my own odds on the ways that you’ll die
A trillion to one?
You died from your fans getting trampled in the streets
1,000 to 1?
You OD’d after your motherfuckin’ panics increased
10 to 1? You’ll develop AIDS from Sandusky’s beef
Or 1 to 1: You die of shame after admitting you got raped once this battle’s released
This is karma for all your rounds
I mean, you’re not Big T fat, but you put on some pounds
You quit battling for a podcast you’re basically Okwerdz now
You only hit up Ganik when he’s got something to offer you
You look like a bird and flock like a vulture
Your dad’s a physicist and he need you “Adam” (atom) cause you make up everything that’s wrong with this culture
So fuck your mother, fuck your brother I hope your step mom dies
Fuck every Ben Shapiro speech on your desktop drive
Fuck Barstools segments on “The Best Pop Flies”
You make podcasts for white kids that drop the N bomb on X-Box Live
Fuck you for not knowing what your privilege does
Fuck the Barstool founder for calling all women “Sluts”
Fuck you for laughing at it with your buds
Fuck you for promoting a rape culture that you’re a victim of
Fuck Joseph Kahn for giving you a pity role and 100’s of bucks
After you got rejected for the role of Adam cause you weren’t funny enough
Fuck your character in Bodied you wouldn’t engage to a thing
How can you propose? For two years you stayed away from the ring
Fuck your for not leading as an example
Fuck you for not giving a shot to those trapped in your shadow
You’re from Philly, so fuck you for the last two Cassidy battles
Fuck you for thinking King Of The Dot isn’t the place for you
Fuck you for only showing up to a SMACK event, look what you made me do
And fuck the URL for last night when they hacked our PPV!
I mean, people wanna go against Rone but watch how I rhyme first
He wants to do this he’s diggin’ up dirt
Well watch how he goes in his guy’s hearse
He says I hate Spanish people, I mean is that how your mind works?
He also said Organik watched me fuck a bitch, I’ll show him how the dime hurts
You’re right, he was watching while I had a tag team with Myverse
You’re an ungrateful hypocrite the truth’s gotta sting
I am more successful then you and I’m still doing my thing
So Trevor, it’s time for me to see you in the ring
It’s Charoney baby the prince and soon to be king
Let’s get it

[Round 3: Rone]
Well I always knew he had a side hustle, poppin’ fly shit in The Bay
I always assumed he worked for Uber cause he always drive women away
But you love to talk about this money, never tell us where you got it
Turns out you were a door to door energy salesman who just ran old people’s pockets
You were scamming their life away and treating it like a game
And because of your lying ways they were broke in their dying days
Well try that shit with my grandma, find out if she’s really with the shit
She’d be off the porch like Clint Eastwood, we’d see Billy Pistol whipped
Bro, being part of a pyramid scheme makes you a sucker regardless
But scamming old people? I give a fuck if you’re Autistic
That shit is retarded
Bro, scamming the senile, old folks losing their memory
The irony, you taking advantage of people who aren’t all there mentally
Well I bet you wish you were back selling gas facing the elderly instead of me
Cause I’ll give you the option that you didn’t
Let’s see if you keep that same energy
Yo I’ll get your girlfriend dog, when she comes through the east Bay
And I’ll pay Michael Vick to abuse it each day
I’ll bring it right up in her room, if she refuse the BJ
I’ll beat it right in front of her like Louie CK
See it could get real eventful if I use the steel against you
You catch six from the tre (tray), that’s a Philly special
I’ll Philly Pretzel Billy Pistolz, he’ll be lookin’ like Whoopi’s braids
But if I really pistol Billy Pistolz he’ll be lookin’ like Billy Mays
So you’re saying that Autism shit’s real though?
Oow that’s mean
Bet you wish you listened to Hollow and skipped the flu vaccine
But I love my peoples with Autism unconditionally, best believe it
But bringing it up in a title match for sympathy and expect other people not to talk about it, almost seems like you’re askin’ for special treatment
See I’m here to dig a hole for you, soul remove and lower you
And just cause you have Autism don’t mean I’ll take it slow for you
I’ll whip your ass like anyone else
Cause that’s what I’m supposed to do
A shame that you don’t understand social queues cause you have no idea how bad I’m owning you
I’ve read up on non-verbal learning disorder add some insight on your brain for me
It said you can read a civil war book, remember every general’s name but not realize it’s about slavery
And that explained to me why your concepts can’t hit and these angles a bad miss
Cause other than General Lee (generally) you don’t really understand shit
I kept reading, and I almost felt bad for the geek
But the deeper I got, what did I happen to see?
It helps you focus on a task, you are the man with your frees
It helps you access rhymes, you are fast on your feet
You’re less likely to be insulted that helps you battle with ease
It compartmentalizes thoughts all your facts and your schemes
So by the time I finished reading I was mad as can be
Until I realized the one that’s really disadvantaged…is me
I mean, do you know how hard it is to be a battle rapper
Without Autism?
Who’s done a drug, a beer, who’s really got bitches?
I started scheming, vaccineing, you don’t know how bad I want the shit
The more I’m reading, I can’t believe it, it’s like everybody’s got the shit
Fucking Steve Jobs, Dickenson, Einstein, Newton, Bill Gates, [?], Mozart, Darwin
And wouldn’t it be crazy if someone like Jobs went on stage with a sob story instead of making the iPod?
If Einstein was “woe is me” instead of finding Relativity
If Newton never understood his own gift’s gravity?
If Mozart never played strings and curled up in a ball
If Darwin had played the victim and had never evolved
See that’s my problem with your scamming shit
It isn’t moralism
It doesn’t matter how rich you are if you’re still making poor decisions
You’re a scumbag from your actions, no one’s exploiting you
Being Autistic doesn’t make you any less of a man, dawg, but your choices do
See I’m up front, you’re sidewinding
I’m a lone wolf, you’re hive minded
I’m obsessed with originality, you’re the most derivative on the battle scene
You have the charm of Rush Limbaugh, women love you, you make their skin crawl
I’m good at everything, you fail at your second talent then show me
You’re a punk bitch, fuck stick, one trick pony
And those that pay attention are never gon’ respect him
It has nothing to do with Autism we’re just on different ends of the spectrum
And he could never match my moves either in or out the ring
They call me Roney Bae The Prince but to you I’ll always be the king!

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