[Round 1: A. Ward]
I said off the rip my rebuttal game crazy
A lot of times when people approach me
They can't find an attack
Yeah I'm a white dude, might look soft
I don't pack a black 9 or a gat
But straight up when A. Ward shows
Think your wardrobe
I done read your circle
Got the skinny on your jeans
And I can blacken your hood
And put Franchise on his back
I'm nice!
God is good, God is Good
All the time
It's cool, I ain't expect the fans to give me roars
Lets get straight to scorching this bro though
Dorothy and Toto; it's evident I'm not in Kansas anymore
So Toronto what up?
I appreciate the fact that y'all got love
But let's be frank see
This is day 3 and my skill set feels like I'm late to the pot luck
Now that's not a complaint
I appreciate the scraps given
Gully sent me the match with em
I got straight to my job bruh
I Googled Franchise the battle rapper
And what do you know all 8 of you popped up
I thought to myself well isn't this awfully convenient
I clicked on your battle with Tez
Immediately nerves hit
Like how will I ever spar with this linguist
I mean the creativity
Every 2 to 4 bars how he's always sparking that heater
And you named yourself Franchise
My goodness you're a marketing genius
Are y'all serious?
Y'all thought Bum Nitty could run with me
I'm laughin, I'm laughin inside
Well since you always lying about the steel
I figure I should get to jacking your pride
This is not my first rodeo
And you not my first semi tucker
But the point is
Sometimes you gotta get rid of the Franchise
Cause of the infrastructure
See we can't co-exist
You more one dimensional than any other
And me I could play lock down D and still score
That makes me Jimmy Buttler
So who's y'all pick?
If it's him funny y'all on some bull
To think he'll bring harm and he will acquire a body
Wait
If it's symphony y'all on some bull
To think he'll bring harmony
While a choir to body
You can't rap like that!
What you bring a wack fake thing
Well are you gonna fire the shotty
All the sudden you just get inspired to rob me
You drive a Bugatti
With no substance in your material
What filler are you gonna try to use on me
Exactly don't try to stop me
All you do up here
Is formulate lies in front of your gas station
That makes you Ryan Lochte
Listen partner
What I do, is more than put a chip in armor
These jabs, rehab
Literally think, energy drink
I'm a different Monster
Every punch, raise eyebrows
You think it's Piston Honda
You see that, the heavy hook will come over his head
It u'll crack his skully open
He on the ground, all you hear is zeh..... zeh
I don't know if he dying or if it's Gully hosting
You see I'm going in
I've been hungry since Friday and now I see food
You see I could go punch for punch with you if I wanted
Joke for joke, but I could also scheme too
For instance by the street code he act hard
I don't care feel me you turn ghost
He know he smoke he burnt toast
I black on squares really on the pole
Or in the building you can't compare silly
Don't pan the camera yet
I'm getting to this burial bare with me
Yeah I'm nice
I rep Christ, I praise the most high
And I ain't lit from trees in the blunt
But see I never thought I should ever skip the GZ's if I want
My art official, you artificial
NBA Slamball we was in two different leagues from the jump
In other words I got an itch that you being a front
And me I'm itching to be in the front
Without relying on words like itch with a B in the front
So this y'all hometown hero?
Watch a Saint cook my Brees passed it
His performance, meh
Bars, C average
Not that I condone it, but your homie need antics
Franchise you get old real quick
You Steve Francis look
Go ahead spit your out of context bible bars
And pretend that you way too clever
But just know every round that you don't shoot me in
That just means battling me already made you better
Round 1
[Round 1: Franchise]
You can't kill me
Since I was a kid, I've been on this mission
I want you to listen
Check his religion
Now think Damien
I'm the Omen
I'm about to burn some Christian!
So what's your life like?
A lot of n***as done dropped out
Trying to get that cake
Other n***as still on the block
And they gotta duck from jakes
You talkin to the cops, bible bars
They Moses with the rod
Yeah he got sticks, but one drop to the floor
And watch them turn in to snakes
You said you could pop up and make the hood pop
You pop up on any block I won't even need to dap ya
Check my resume
How many white boys have I killed with bars
I don't need to clap you
This been like communion the whole time
The way I've been eating crackers
What you know about praying to God when you can't eat?
Your little cousin piss in the bed no money for the laundry so you got to sleep in the same sheets
What's your life like?
My brother woke me up late nights
In the house when he started creeping
Cause he had drugs
But the only chance he had to whip it up
Was when moms was sleeping
You could still think I'm not checkin them?
I'ma gonna start talking to your mans and them
Like Yo! What up!
It's time for your man to die my friend
He Christ like? Bow!
I bet you that this body wanna rise again!
What I'm rapping I'm actually living it
Between me and you there's two differences
I'm not fucking with him
Cause he'll come to a job and get hired on the spot
And this some of the realest shit
I'll show up to the same job and get hit with the
"I'll call you back", that's the color of my skin
So anything you talking about, I'm not having it
These bitches ain't strapped with none/nun, they Catholic
You Daniel now you in a cage with a lion
You talkin big, I'm slinging shots David and Goliath
Lord forgive me
Now I'm talking to the man right above
[?] he leaking red
Now he really covered in the blood
You said rocket launchers the size of two chu-
You even say it wrong
What you know about straps?
No bullets in the gun so the weight is off
.38 you squeeze the handle it turn the laser on
Now you in my city
What made you think you could fuck with me?
Now fuck with me
Code word (razor slash sound effect 2x)
I get a youngin to give you a buck fifty for a buck fifty
I'm walking
With the tray, like my lunch with me
I'm skull spazzing, gun smack em
Now everybody here nose you fake, Mike Jackson
Yo pastor your gonna really start to get him [?]
Cause it's not a problem for me to get the ghost
To body a kid, that's Danny Phantom
I'm still plotting, all over the earth
I'm ballin, now I'm globetrotting
This body, Raiden, so shocking, fo' spot em
Halloween and Jehovah's Witness
I'm masked up at your door knocking
You know my slogan
I'm about action
Fo' clap em, head shot, no lackin
[Round 2: A. Ward]
Franchise Gardner
So you one of those bottom tier rappers that swear that you been the best though
All that gangster talk
You know when I knew you lost this battle
30 minutes after Gully confirmed it
And you sent me a friend request bro
I thought to myself that's hilarious
But I'm a hold out and neglect it
But I figure since we here and it's still pending
I'll get out my phone and accept it
Now back to this smoke like Cheech and Chong
See I applaud you for keeping on
But these punches you seeing strong
After this you won't be able to feel your face
It ain't no weekend song
Tell every adult or a kid when they see your iris
And two lips swole
I'm putting F lower that's Gardner in the dirt where he belong
Bro, its what had me confused, you rep no lackin
So you proactive? you grind fast and improve?
No! you been battling 3 years got 20 battles 25k total
I do that when I snooze
You know something I'm Joe Budden
I'm so mad at your Views
Bro
Are these things that you actually do?
You really grab the tec and then spray it?
I'll put a knife to ya and it's not butter
Don't that hurt your neck when you say it?
What about all this random extracurricular stuff?
You think I'm supposed to be impressed with your pages?
When it's just control c control v insert random death threat
And gesticulation bro you basic
Me God got me
You, walking on thin ice and it's not hockey
Question who all thought he would bring trouble to me, surely?
This pipsqueak hinges off being adorned by Smack rappers
I'm here for WD6 you need WD-40, you corny
The definition of quantity over quality
I'll show you what's in store if you notice during your rounds
Everything is a buck, your Franchise is a Dollar Tree
Well who hot as me?
This a massacre how I'm pushing your cap back
It's a landslide every punch line connects
I don't reach for nothing like get your hands high
The hook heavy, pop you lay dead
It's Japan size
You out of line, foul ball
Not hot, mild sauce
All punches, Balrog
Which side, southpaw
Why?
Because they take away your rights when you disenfranchise (diss Franchise)
I hit harder
White boy styling overhead like Twist's barber
Next battle I'm getting Paid In Full, that's Rich Porter
They gone say my career lifted off in Toronto like Vince Carter
It's either evidence your plug don't work or switch chargers
The outcome, black and white like mixed daughters
You not a Franchise, you still on the ground a Kickstarter
You wouldn't buck fifty a laundromat with 6 quarters bro
I ain't come to get personal with you
Just know, I brought enough bars to body you and any person that's with you
So tell the next person they can fall in line
And I'm gonna tell em God is good
(All the time!)
[Round 2: Franchise]
I said I'll pull up in the church parking lot
In a smooth coupe
Let it ring in your ear or cap in your mouth
Either way you end up with a blue tooth
All they see was Blood, soo woo
They searching for dog, Blues Clues
The bird popping out like coo woo
I told you
This filler, everything that you speaking bout
But now the team coming for you
And the whole team en route
Think Will Smith in "I Robot"
I spray cans, I gotta coat the metal arm before I leave the house
I'm scheming now
How they gonna say that my shits boring?
OK, caught em on the bus, easy setup
All it took was a Birdman
To shoot that shit up, Lil Wayne torrent
Post on your block
Hang, before I shoot in your face that's Dirk scoring
And we ain't gotta wait til tomorrow
We ain't gone wait til tomorrow
All these faggots gotta die, Sodom and Gomorrah
So there's nothing else that I might ask you
But now I'm hungry....looking for beef
That's Harold and Kumar at a White Castle
I'm so real, you better hold still, before I hold steel
Tell your man
You can't save your brother from bars
Don't play Michael Scofield
You know nothing 'bout guns on waist, it's going down
That's a coke deal
But now you nervous as fuck
Because it's baking soda and they still thinking the coke real
You know why I talk to your mans?
Cause bars, they ain't never heard some
Y'all in the choir making them church runs
This where the dirt come
Silencer on it ffft ffft
Shit sound like I'm shooting a Nerf gun
I love my straps
The click clack boom is what's deading 'em
You better book before I open up some shit that's Genesis
R.I.P to the soldiers
R.I.P to the soldiers
Who couldn't hear this shit
But Top left I still got white boys that pop E's for remembrance
I said jokes, I don't need 'em clearly
Bitch, what I clap
Leave you deaf in here, that's Halle Berry
I'm not a pussy
But I got a problem with a rat, that's Tom and Jerry
And they try to tell me to stay witty
But I stay gunning the truth is most of us kids woke up in a trap
That's Maze Runner
You stage fronting, we giving out head shots
Act like Dunsh, you better stay ducking
Right now, I'm a tell you how I'm really feeling
I don't read you Christians talk about the scriptures
And y'all be touching the fucking children
You gone tell me to count my blessings
I'll tell you to count your weapons
You better strap up before you catch a head shot
Have your shit looking funny like a bad cunt
You still think that I'm not with it
Til you see a shot, sling off the hip like Billy the Kid
R Kelly, killa season
On camera about to piss on a bitch
I'm armed and attack and let me guess
You don't want to scrap, Chinese restaurant, I got my dogs in the bag
You hoping the clip jam
We busting guns for real, they shooting flares; Ric fans
I got a bullet for everybody on the starting line up
And clip for the 6th man
You gotta have heart, but you ain't a real boy, that's a tin man
Questions?
Don't be asking, gun butt
Spin em around like 80's dancing
You know my slogan man
I'm bout action
Fo' clap em, head shot, no lackin

[Round 3: A. Ward]
3rd rounds supposed to be the closer right?
Let's just get in to these lines
I keep winning you keep losing, I got a tendency to shine
Cortez just beat you
Oh I'm tripping, am I lying?
Well even if it's remotely true though
Why would you test the minister in his prime?
Now let's go
Look everything that you s- every breath evil
Be original and your career can be long like the red Pringles
But it was over before it started, nothing you said lethal
How I know? once I hit Toronto I got a sixth sense
And I could see dead people
Now you told Tez
"Where I'm from, you either play sports or get a gun
And sports didn't stick with me"
Am I correct in that quote?
Ok cool so you tried out for basketball?
You was respected by most? Your effort was dope?
No exactly every time they threw you the ball
You dropped it or tried to PG step in the post
I'm not done
On the football field coach would call a play
You get to the line of scrimmage and audible to a hot one
He call time out like "Franchise what are you doing?
Go run the play right or your jobs gone."
And you look at coach like, "Nah coach. Where I'm from
We only run plays out of the pistol or the shotgun."
Now wait you a soccer player, you a soccer player
If that's true I understand
Cause all these weapons you brought
It's obvious you was always taught not to use your hands
So what's my life like? What's my life like?
That's what you asked? That's what you asked
What's my life like? Yeah
Well I ain't tote Glocks or the steel
But that silver spoon was actually a plastic fork
And it always broke off in the meal
You see we all been through tough scenarios
Character is built by how you respond
Some have fared well some have been on welfare
But both got the same value to God
That's why I can't just sit up here and bluff for the cam'
I came to tell you God can take you places hustling can't
Now wait
Let's cook, Westbrook
I know you heard enough of the rant (Durant)
But back to making you fold in two
Be realistic/Realiztik even Aftershock value
It was still Unanimous I'm the colder dude
They like, "Chill A" (chilly)
But if you Madflex cause to me it's done/Dunn decided
You ain't got enough bullets/Bulletz in that Chrome to shoot
So get your own (Rone) style
Cause sticking (Caustic) Clips in the Iron is overused
But bro, don't gas that, don't gas that
Because also overused is scheming the card
I don't want y'all to be upset
That wasn't a scheme
I came to put in work
And my boss always told me, dress for the jobs you want
Not the one that you stuck with, so who up next
I told him back home, I'm finnin to do him bad here
Cortez, think inner city school rules
I knew once it was booked, the bag cleared
But don't lose faith king
If you feel down for too long
Reach out to your Blue Jays team
They bounced back after what KC did to them last year
But before we go, I'm gonna finish and take you to class here
In the past
His stories had him labeled as a crook with the shotty
Well look at the aftermath
These word problems, got my foot in your hiney
You lack creative writing
You should pick up a book as a hobby
You've been in fights that are comfortable
I can feel the tension after hours got you hooked to an IV
But they still love you
Psyche
All the GZ cats knew you'd get cooked like tamales
You dead, and that to me is how you look at a body
I ain't mean to get personal with you
Just know, I brought enough bars to body you and any person that's with you
And if anybody on team Ganik seem panicked
I got a hearse and it fits 'em
So they can fall in line and I'm a tell 'em
God is good
(All the time!)

[Round 3: Franchise]
I killed you in the first two
I've normally done what I needed to do
But my boy hit me up with some real shit
And said if you ain't come with a third
The people might not believe in you
And yo Witty? that was some of the realest shit
Cause you right, there's always a chance, that the body might raise on the third
Like they said his Jesus did
But fuck that
Anybody come with you
They brains gone hang beside em
Cause y'all don't know what you doing in the street
Like Asian drivers
The type of person to make you work for us
Then tell you I'm not paying 'em
Spiderman, big cig smoking
James Jonah Jameson, I'm a damn boss
Watch how I stick a pussy up without a tampon
You blast heaters? Stop you a church preacher
The ratchet swinging in his bitch face like Sharkeisha
You earned the sloth
KKK, y'all gonna watch how I let everything burnt across
Then you in my city
You in my city, now you can die for the wrong joke
And let a barrel smoke in your mouth it's not a bong toke
You known for a convo
I'm known for, bow John Does
How many did he catch in his back? Rondo
[?] scope'em, six in it
I could hit you from any view in Toronto
And they said you think outside of the box?
And I don't? I was thinking that shits dumb
Cause I.C.E., I done left dead n***as in caskets
So tell me how he thinking outside of the box when he in one?
Big guns
So heavy you gotta get your God to lift em
I gotta ask 'em
You alright? I'm not good with a Joker
The Dark Knight, don't test me
The blade sharper than Wesley, it's Fresh Prince
The trey with me like Geoffrey
Don't move buster, tools touch ya
Head shot, have his shit looking like a fruit Gusher
I'm a bring a spark to him
You wanna talk about God?
Well BOW! Now you could talk to him
I said I'm retarded, my clip sparking
Hitting his insides up, that's a meat market
A big K, kicking on stage (scoffs) like that shit garbage
I told you
When you see a tornado through your house
Don't be feeling at all, dog
I mean Toto, you ain't in Kansas no more, this ain't the Wizard of Oz
I say no time wasting
Get shot through a hole in the wall
Bad Boys 2 like them dead Haitians
I pull up, all you hear is shell casings
Big scope your dog you'll get spot, now they Dalmatians
You know my slogan boy, it's 3-0 no lackin n***a