[Round 1: Krome]
So they booked Krome vs Young America for World Domination
Shit, Gully, you're the man
This like the best match-up you could book for 30 grand
But before I start, I want to mention something
Cause shit's getting redundant
So let me bring this up, before you get to the subject
Yeah I'm French, and what I lack in vocab I make up for with substance
This my second language, and dude still get left buried in punches
So you got French jokes? They all do
You should call me a frog too
Think that shit'll work? Not on me, I'm the wrong dude
And I let that shit fly; You frog food
So fuck the jokes, cause they paid to see this
And the frogs got the bodies covered like the plagues of Egypt
They put a bottom feeder, verse a great behemoth
So trip and get rocked faster than Schumacher, try take a ski trip
And if y'all noticed the accent, then your thoughts missing
As soon as I start spitting, it's easy to tell who really talk different
So let's talk JeFF, we only fuck with you because your E. Farrell's pocket puppy
We don't care about your dope rhymes, we woudn't give you credit
You've been on a roll, but only got your drive from a cosign
You're not a rapper, you're a con, an actor
Your humour's what's sought after
And we know Farrell helped out with the bars: he Jon Taffer
So they said I can't win this battle, they were wrong though
I came to turn JeFF to a John Doe
I'm known to shit on a GZ rapper, I'm Sean Zo
Let's go!
The fans thought I was gone, but they brought me back in the Six: I'm Jon Snow
The two-piece too sweet, get hit with a combo
Better guard your chin, I'll scar your grin if your arms low
And inevitably, this is where the gun talk come into convo
The cannon in my hand, you get hit with it pronto
I'll stretch skin on a barrel like I'm making a bongo
That's means one wrong move, and your gone [?]
And when it comes to GZ Toronto, I make magic out these raps like Bismack Biyombo
And that's round 1
[Round 1: JeFFrey]
So Gully, sent me a carrier pigeon
Said "You want on World Dom?"
I sent one back, saying "You already know, let's go"
"Who you got in mind for the kid?" He sent one back, it said Krome
I killed the bird
Toronto rock with me more than you, I'm comfortable as it gets
I'm really loving the 6ix, like you when you started cuffing your bitch
I'm running this shit, you didn't earn this spot, there's something different
What is it? Enough privilege? I mean let's be real
Canada's desperate for new talent, just is what it is
That's why Gully's pushing Krome like 20-inch rims
You're a nobody, I get new fans every event
You sketching, trying to ride off my movement
You don't get views, like Tidal music
That's an ITunes exclusive
The true champ
I got a buzz like the first day of bootcamp
So why would I do this?
Only I could beat me, I ain't lying/lion that's just the pride that I move with
But what more can I say?
He gone regret getting a shot like Gordon Bombay
You still use put him in a box bars
Your punches/punch is outdated like the fighting Irish
I'm futuristic, my voice alone got them spinning in the chair, like Miley Cyrus
You be the judge, I'm from America, so why/Y he getting Xed if Krome is home?
You got no fans, well I even got a pump from the trailer like Lil G's first mobile home
So don't make me go flex like Post Malone
So muscular, I got better traps than Kevin McCallister in Home Alone
And you ain't shooting me, your gluten free
If he had to choose one GZ division to ride for, he'd choose the D
(It's a gay joke)
You got two dads and a girls name; Maxine
I been that thug
You been a bitch, your senior quote was "Live, laugh, love"
I found his yearbook
It ain't a gameboy/game boy get a cartridge in the back if I'm holding the tec/tech
Or I'll pull out a blade, and you'll catch a buck fifty, like Pokemon Red
I only battle on the road, we ain't rolling the same
If you came to L.A., this bitch would be running out the Bunker, like Cloverfield Lane
I am better than you, I did fuck your bitch, you can never slap the shit out me
But go ahead and try tell them something they don't know about me
[Round 2: Krome]
So JeFF, you said Canadians don't have guns
And for that statement, this round we gone have fun
Cause when I said I'm a different kind of rapper, I was lying
I'm generic as fuck and I got gun lines for days
So I hope you expect these shots and they ain't candid
Got shooters that'll clap for nothing; they plane-landing
Rapid fire, lead from the magmum
The chain on the revolver spit more than JeFF when he rapping
Leaving him wet, I don't see no man as a threat
This ratchet dumped on more losers than a Bachelorette
What I conceal will blow half his face
And make his cap easy to peel like masking tape
And you like to talk shit online? Well I'm off that
I came to talk shit to your face, and you can't blog that
Still got the dot for him/Dot Forum if he talk back/TalkBack
And you died verse Foreman you ain't all that
So let's battle for World Dom
Think you gone win today? You dead wrong
America ain't lose this bad since Vietnam
I won't run up on JeFF with tecs drawn, it's Rob Furlong
Canadian kill-shot, a thousand metres out I'm a savage sniper
Let one buck on his cap like Jägermeister
So keep a heater tuck, then get your Caesar cut
And then I'm cold in the box; Reefer truck
Homie you're weak as fuck
Foreman sent me n***s of your girl, that bitch fat but she sexy
Shit, started to tap me I had a plan like Russell Brand; I'mma stroke her walls after smoking her JeFFrey
So go head, pass me a soda; Preferably Pepsi
Last Canadian this nice y'all heard of was Gretzky
So thinking this an easy win, JeFF bugging
Head brush him, like he the only name on the card; McLovin
I wish Laugh N' Stalk killed you, or even just said something
Instead he chose to dummy talk and look at how JeFF done him/Jeff Dunham
But this ain't a flashback, and I'm nothing to laugh at
And next round I'mm talk to your soul
And excuse my French; It always comes off when I'm talking to hoes
Let's go
[Round 2: JeFFrey]
Congratulations you little flappy headed fuck
That round your French accent actually sounded tough
But, you ain't my fwend buddy
And I ain't your buddy pal
My type? Fly; Aerial
Your type? Comic Sans; Your type funny style
You've got a resting bitch face
That matches the rest of your bitch life
Your girlfriend eats you out, pussy; Yeh that bitch dyke
But I'm off it, my gun on the first date with a bitch
It can't wait to bang, we on different planes
This kid light up a room like Stranger Things
You ain't strapped, you never raise your led like cursive penmanship
Nice try for World Dom, but war with an American, the .45 is the end of shit
I got a Smith N Wesson from Mass
I got a Colt from Connecticut
I got a Remington from New York
I got a... You don't need to hear the rest of it
But don't test it kid
It ain't fake like wrestling man
[Filming error, JeFFrey's audio is temporarily silenced] ... American cans like Budweiser
I got a chrome magnum, that'll leave Krome's cap looking chrome magnum
Not cause he barbaric, cause he'll find his body in the dirt when I toe-tag him, bitch!
You don't want to tangle with this cat
This ain't opposite to track
It's like A Goofy Movie, why?
Because I brought macs across the country lets see if your dogs popping back
I leave your city in ruins like Sodom McMore
I'm more fire than a spire when it rock at the door
I drink a lot, my liver shot like Bas Rutten
I fucking raw, I've probably got something viral like cop shootings
My life? They compare it to movies
Cause I rose from the concrete and started pedalling white girl like American Beauty
I run shit, you never done shit
But fuck up every card Gully put you on on some Dunsh shit
I'm a pimp, my game got bras off and cups dropping like a party found
When you try kick it with bitches you always fall for a trick like Charlie Brown
Yeah... Your girl a hoe, she got a big face like the Easter Island
Before I fucked her she gave me a little head like the Zika Virus
I'm sick baby, if I get to clapping a handgun
I'm gone be taking son/sun out like the National Anthem
So I went on Google Chrome, and googled "Krome"
And guess what came up? A link to download Google Chrome
Your a nobody!
Time!

[Round 3: Krome]
Alright JeFF, so this the third round and I'ma talk to you
Cause they told you your the best ever
Sold you a dream, and made you believe, but no matter how many people you fool
You'll never reach the top, it's like a pyramid scheme
So you act like you got no, love for the scene
And your better than everybody, and the fans are all sheep
Like you resent the culture
You don't want us to see that
Just step away from the mic if you're annoyed by the feedback
The nerve of you, calling other rappers copy-cats
You sound like Farrell and Bangz at the fusion dance
So listen champ
I don't want to hear you rant or preach originality with a style that you revend
I can't blame you, or even shame your rapping
You went from annoying hype man to the main attraction
Teaming up with Farrell really caused a chain reaction
But your stuck in the shadow now, and you can't get past it
Young America, repping the states all fly and cocky
Till he land in the wrong place, fuck around and get killed
If he says the iron pop; it's Ryan Lockton
We know this American lying about the steel
And, get beat to death I believe in violence
Cave in the kid's head like the Zika Virus
Till the afterlife, when you meet Osiris
And you get your face rocked; like Easter Island
So I got this battle with JeFFrey covered
After this? I don't think JeFF recover
He'll be acting like a bitch; That's Young Thug on a Jeffery cover
So putting money on JeFF? Nothing short of a gamble
The odds of that? About the same as Dunsh showing up for a battle
So I'm off the hype
When they say JeFFrey fire now, it comes across as "Clips 3-0" or "Arsonal never lost"
We don't believe that shit
It's just a funny way to talk, cause your a clown and...
This is entertainment after all but, I guess this is how I end my last round
And on the upside me and, ah, I'm homies with Frak now
Thank you

[Round 3: JeFFrey]
Ladies and gentleman, I'm glad we about to get this on camera
I'm about to give you a brief history lesson on America and Canada
But first, let's take it back to the first humans to ever exist
The date? July 4th, 1776!
Sitting by a fire which was dimly lit
Thomas Jefferson had an epiphany
He was like "Yo I'm tired of this birdish shit
So he picked up his nine, got Benjamin Franklin on the phone
He's like "It's time for war"
Ben' was like "Let's go!"
So they hit up Eurgh
Or, whoever the leader of "OK Britain" was
And they said "what's up?"
"You gone give us our freedom, or we gone take it, what's up?"
Fuck!
They were like "Can this wait till after tea time, y'all sound proper mad"
Thomas was like "Eh, too late there's a nuke on the way, you gone get it bad"
Boom, boom, this happened, boom
Our education systems again; Boom
So the new kid, there's dead children and women everywhere
But waiting is scarier...
Some of them survived, but nuclear fallouts' why most of them today look like Simpsons characters
But, armed with watercress sandwiches and crumpets, they're naval fleet was already on the way
They got news that the queen was dead, they were gonna make us pay
So they showed up on the East Coast like "Let's get it cracking"
Thomas Jefferson flew by on a dragon
I read this
So since British soldiers are only trained to stand completely still
That's what they did, they all got killed!
Except for one of them
Slightly above retarded, aborted
Then he swam all the way to the Canadian shore
His name? Tim Horton!
So Tim Horton found Canada
Then, he fucked a maple tree
That's it
But fast forward - we don't learn about other countries
Fast forward to the day
Recently, the Montreal Expos changed to the Washington National
That just shows your city's heavy hitters would rather be down with America's capitol
Cause the U.S. is the best, no debate that's factual
We're diverse and violent, y'all soft and wetter than tuna casserole
That is soft
It don't even matter what state you in
We lock kids behind bars like a baby crib
What's crazy is we wouldn't change for shit
And by the way, Young America for the chain, let's make GZ great again