[Round 1: Chedda Cheese]
You wanna get this part started, game on
I'ma leave your brain gone from today to May long
Have you suffering from writer's block, think I'll straight bomb?
End up like Trayvon, heart attack like Trey Songz, 'bout to murk you while your idols watch
Your lame songs make me wanna face palm
I don't care if you can write or not you suck and that's my final thought
Play the game wrong, it'll be like James Bond
From the intro watch me kill this man on camera for that title shot
I'm not about to do what you expect to do buddy, you can bet on that
Not a bunch of double timing gimmicks trying to get a laugh
Just straight bars, metaphors and clever raps
To prove there's not a skill in this profession that you're better at
So try to show me how it's supposed to be done
First of all you must be FUBAR for thinking you can do what I do I've gone too far
On top of that you bite a different person every two bars
Not original enough to be a true star
Try too hard and sound just like you don't know just where your roots are
So who are you to tell somebody else what they should change about themselves when you don't even know who you are
A lot of people think I don't deserve to be here cause Caustic essentially
Was smart enough to not show up, so now they probably resent me
Plus the crowd is on your side always jocking immensely
Watching intently and hoping I pull the flop of the century
I don't let that topic affect me, I'ma roll the dice and raise up every offer to bet me
Choose to pocket til my pockets are empty
Because I know the payoff is always gon' be bigger when the odds are against me
You don't rap it like you live it man that act is just a gimmick
Bout to turn into a gangster in the matter of a minute
But no one else believes that little fantasy you live in
Full of non existent weapons and imaginary women
Why you dropping all those awkward remarks?
For you to even sweat Bulletz or shoot the breeze will be a shot in the dark
Cut the hype? Well that would probably be smart
Cause I'm a breath of fresh air and this shit's a walk in the park
[Round 1: Arcane]
Look, at the semi-finals when they said Caustic didn't make it over it worried me
I mean I thought it was maybe some sort of emergency
No, just Chedda tipping off Canadian Boarder Security
That's why a lot of people said the finals was really between Bulletz and me
So now I'm on my Sons Of Anarchy shit, I don't recognize this bullshit MC
Check it out, Chedda's a dead man walking, even his fans know that
And I'm that grim reaper on his back like the Sam Crow patch
His government name is Shea Rogers, but this ain't Mr. Roger's neighborhood
So I came to put Cheddar through the shredder for the grater/greater good
See he's a mix of Tricky P and Charron, but your music's straight lame
So trying to stop me is like standing in front of a movie freight train
If I said I'm aiming for Roger's Center I ain't taking to a Jay's game
I'll have Shea's cranium leaking like Shea Stadium on a rain day
Yo, you ain't a rapper homie, it's time for you to leave this shit alone
If all you can do is those little parodies than you're really just a clone
It's always someone else's idea whenever you're thinking of a song
Too bad this square Cheese can't craft/Kraft Singles of his own
So I might have to show Chedda how it's supposed to be done
In his last battle he said, "I'm top seeded like a hamburger bun"
As soon as I heard that shit I knew I had to destroy this flamer
What's he gonna say next? "I'm all white and I'm on a roll like toilet paper!"
Yo, out in Calgary they show you love, I find that shit a bit peculiar
It's like every time they cheer for you they're really identifying with their inner loser
It's called "The Underdog Effect", you belong on the undercard at best
So let's be honest for a minute, really how the fuck is y'all impressed?
How could this chump challenge the champ, when you ain't changing the game?
Chedda's a cheerleader I'll chalk him out for chasing the chain
I'm sick of the chitter chatter, I'll shatter your cheek if I chin check ya
Chop his chest into checkers, think he's playing with 'Cane
Plus I got one in the chamber to aim
And I'm better with the hands so be Easy Cheese I don't wanna have to spray Cheddar with cans
Cause even Tom Hanks in that movie about AIDS was looking healthier
So for that cream, Cheese I put you in a box like Philadelphia
I said this is Hell's Kitchen, call me battle rap's Gordon Ramsey
Fuck Chedda Cheese you softer than cotton candy
I should take the trip out west just to murder Shea's family
After I put his lights out on the east coast like Hurricane Sandy
[Round 2: Chedda Cheese]
I never seen you without a hat on, have you?, Figured that's not the truth
Show me a snapshot with his hat off, no trash talk, just proof
But it must take balls to have that same dirty hat on every rap off you do
Hats off to you
The only talk in my city like Bruce Wayne I run it like Usain
You're begging for loose change and huffing on butane
Trying to win the title twice, form a new lane and be the first two time champ back for a new reign
Let's see, you be claiming you move 'cane, known for raps that are Based On A Tru Story, your need for a new name
And grabbing Bender's titty boy (Tity Boi) that's a true shame
Cause you still ain't never gonna see yourself with 2 Chainz
Too many hard drugs permanently baked your whole potato
Brick by brick my mind is building constantly like Lego
Genius like philosophies of Socrates and Plato
While your rotting little brain is the viscosity of Play-doh
You lack the creativity required to reach out to the masses
So you depend on shock value cause it's easier to manage
Uniqueness not established, let me teach you what the math is
Frankly what that means is that you're mean because you're average
And why you gotta be so angry all the time? You got hate for yourself?
Cause you're getting old and you gotta make it or else
Or maybe cause you know this would've been able to be able to help
And you just blew your only chance to make a name for yourself
You do these tournaments every year and though they sign you for your rapping
A senior with a fear that he just might not make it happen
Have yet to persevere you got no wife you got no talent
Education or career, get your life together Allen
[Round 2: Arcane]
Check this out, he's right, this ain't the first time I earned my spot at the top
But that's cool, everything's kosher, look at how many body's done dropped
I circled back like a vulture
I'm the only reason Chedda's at the top of the poster
You make a mockery of hip hop and you're an embarrassment to the culture
Plus I heard you a strip club DJ, so how you still on this nerd shit?
No wonder you got played by one of those bitches you work with
You got dumped by a stripper Chedda, you ain't never gon' live it down
That girl like the White House, no Bush and there's a black guy in it now
If you judge a stripper by her shift than I guess it's safe to assume
Chedda's ex-bitch prolly working Wednesdays at noon
I wasn't surprised when I heard she left you for another guy in June
While you busy trying to double time with me that bitch was double timing you
So yo, you think you can stop me Chedda, sorry homie you won't be the one
See I've been beasting all through this tournament and I've only begun
Cause if all he can do is that cheesy double time then I've already won
But this Grand Prix wouldn't be complete if I didn't show him how it's supposed to be done
I'm killing Chedda you better get a front row seat
I spit it better with rhythm than a drum roll beat
I'm killing him with the venom of villain never pretending to peel him fill him with lead up when I unload heat
So don't speak, I get it popping and flipping you better watch it the kid is on cut throat streak
This chump want beef I'm slaying this dude's hustle for making me do double time I should punk yo' sneaks
I'm not done, let's try triplets
If I'm switching the pace I'ma kick in his face and then piss on his grave I'm a psycho
I ain't splitting the cake I'm ripping this fake if he get in the way this is my doe
I'm the only MC in the tourney that made a definitive case for the title
You that kid in the race that didn't obtain a legitimate place in the finals
So fuck that, call me two time champ, after this I'm officially a G
Who else better with the wordplay, similes and schemes?
I only chopped it up with that double time so that it's visible to see
There ain't a rapper in this league with as much versatility and consistency as me
See I mastered all styles so ain't none of that shit really hard to do
I'm a marksman too, I'm on a higher level like an apartment view
So after I cooked Crakk the next Step was Easy for me target you
I just grilled "100 Burgers" so I had to serve him with Chedda Cheese, make this a barbecue

[Round 3: Chedda Cheese]
So you kicking a couple of fast raps acting like I'll really be thrilled
Now you think you got a little rhythm and skill
But no one thinks that what you're bringing is ill
Because you're more incoherent than Boomhauer from King Of The Hill
And normally here I'd have a strip club rebuttal about your girlfriend and her panties
But to be completely honest I don't work with any trannies
And for anyone thinking I'm using left over Caustic bars that I wrote down you're lame
Arcane isn't worthy of something so out the frame
Got no game and all your flows sound the same
So to let it go to waste would put my whole town to shame
Cause that Caustic material is too deadly to let it go down the drain
From the O.C. to the crowd favorite I think you've truly changed son
That's the bandwagon effect, that doesn't prove you've changed none
Cause anyone who's real can see you're still the same dumb
Cocky, poor sport, loser that we knew from day one
Just by talking with conviction conquer all my competition
Better contemplate your odds and make a logical decision
Each [?] precision of incomparable opticians make an optical incision in impossible conditions
Topple opposition, all of 'em will listen, leave your mind inoperable and missing any possible ambition
Doctors and physicians listed chronicles of different psychological conditions for your hospital admission
From the AM to the PM I'ma shine around the map
Don't be alarmed if they snoozed through every line and don't react
Trying to be the front runner but it's timing that you lack
So like an old school clock you gon' wind up in the back
And how much real damage could this moron do?
Since food is your favorite topic, you'll be overweight before long too
I'd never waste the main course on you cause this chicken ain't going HAM on Cheese unless it's cordon bleu
{slight choke}
But after I embarrass your life and have this hick served profusely
You'll be too depressed to function looking sick hurt and moody
Watch your whole existence take a grim turn to gloomy
Have your whole life feeling like a Tim Burton movie
A tisket a tasket, I got the lift on your casket, 'bout to zip him in plastic, bet the shit will be tragic
Unlimited antics, different tactics, all to make it clear I go this win in the basket
Here to show the world I'm the king of this rap shit
Even if it cost me so quit with racket and tell Drake I'll put up this five grand once I win and cash it
Against Dizaster for the title if he's willing to match it

[Round 3: Arcane]
See, I only did this Grand Prix to get the shine I deserve
Organik I know it's your birthday but this is my fucking party who invited the nerd?
See, I'm nice with the words, you don't got the right to be heard
So I think it's time for young Chedda here to die in the third
See I don't know what all this double time yapping is about
But we can see how quick he's talking with that ratchet in his mouth
If I say I'ma drag him to a spot full of crackheads in a house
And leave Chedda in the trap I ain't trying to catch a mouse
This is Flatline, the coroner gon' have to zip him up in a leather bag
I shit all over Chedda's swag, all I see is checkered flags
It's Grand Prix final lap, I go harder on the tires
I'm taking that last corner with force like Marlo on The Wire
So yo, you really thought this battle was gonna pay your salary tuition?
Somebody notify his family he's missing
I'm a Natural Born Killer, I got that Mickey and Mallory condition
Toe tag the body send it back to the Calgary division
See I'm an artist with my shit, my past tell you what my style is
My brush strokes, crush throats with ease I'll leave in silence
So let me paint a picture, y'all compile it before you vanish
If y'all don't act real it (acrylic) it could get all you splattered
On this canvas
That means if you stepping to Arc' in a cage you getting parked in a grave
It's funny call you Cheddar cause really I'm the one who's getting sharper with age
So I don't care how far this moron flew
Yes, I will slice this chicken in half and go HA on Cheese like I'm making cordon bleu
I just put holes in him like Swiss for rocking that wack apparel
It's nothing for cheese to get wrapped in plastic, standing in front of this Cracker Barrel
All that's left between me and this bread is Chedda, I got food on my mind
I put that iron to your grill, Cheese look like tomato soup on the side
I said the chef is back, I'm whipping up the freshest batch in seconds flat and getting stacks
But that was just a snack before my next attack
I let the semi squeeze but I ain't have to bring the Desert E's for Chedda Cheese
But best believe next battle I'm smoking seven ki's of Lebanese
I said rapid fire, grab a kaiser Organik, you my cash adviser
It's funny y'all gave me Cheese on a platter cause this just an appetizer
Now it's time for us to break this bread and settle this cake
I'll be back out for Blackout and I'ma bring you Dizaster's head on a stake!