Round 1: Shotti P
I said, momma I made Blackout
But shoutout to Gully bro, you made it happen
And I thought you was giving me a phoney
It was so hard to believe that he carry ratchets
But then he hit up my inbox
And this how I know that boy Skelly a savage
He was straight gangster like "it's a [?], I hope your ready you faggot"
I said "woah now that's tough"
But I'm from Detroit you can't intimidate me or hurt my focus
Go ahead try swing, and get clocked like reverse hypnosis
Watch, for the hands, if my city tripping you'll be the first to know it
All my n***as throw up blood like tuberculosis
So what's popping Skelly?
You got a pocket full of shells, and you'd cock the desi
Stop it Skelly
You got your whole persona from watching Belly
I said I got bars and conviction, it was a death sentence soon as the date confirmed
But who am I to judge these lame debt?
Hammer bang like case adjourn
John John Da Don, I ain't got to steal on him to steel on him
You could say I got a way with words
But they say I use too many "racial slurs"
Well where I'm from that's how we ride on crackers
But if y'all think I crossed the line, then check the pylon camera
Wigga, cyborg cannon; I armed with a beam
Put a bitch face on the fifty; n***a long live the queen
Yeh I'ma talk about guns all night
Cause this hick think he light skinned
And how I get him across the border?
*How you do that?*
I travelled with my white friends
I say this is where his life ends
Them little ass pistols you talk about, will not defend you
You told Marv you got a gun so small that you got it in the venue
Well I got a gun so real I can shoot everything you pretend to
N***a I'm only here to offend you
Like you wanna know the real reason I can't rock with you?
You make inter-racial dating look irresponsible
Guess what I heard? I heard he got a black wife
So I rolled through Scarborough and found out where the bitch lived
Kicked in the door, got my aim right, now I'm ready to split wigs
But I caught him having family game night
And this is where the shit ends
The 'matic squeezing, scattered pieces, now you really got mixed kids
To y'all it was a mystery
But I knew I had the better style
N***a I'm from 7 Mile so you know it get even more disrespectful in my second round
Dub n***a
Round 2: Shotti P
I said it's round 2
And there's a couple things I ain't even gotta round to
Like, shit I ain't even talk about how Skelly ugly
And while we at it, I'ma need someone to tell his buddies that I'll leave Skelly bloody
That pistol'll dump, and put a clip in his gut like the Teletubbies
That was a teletubby bar
And I'm still a G, you should know the name
And you soft as [?] flow weaker than Greg Oden legs
My killlers will hunt him down, got them following footsteps like prodigies
You better skate or we breaking his back like a rollerblade
But I give you your props bruh, you ain't from a safe environment
That's cause they known for gassing
You don't keep the barrel by your waist
I knew clear/nuclear he'd get no reaction
At least you from the hood though
Shit I'm from the hood too
That means you authentic, but it don't matter who I battle
My shit bangs/Bangz I bet he talk different
N***a I would of killed you for less than nothing
I control the shooters
Why even start to press my buttons; Game genie
I stick to the code, but this not a Nintendo
I pull a cartridge out then beat you with the extendo
I swear to God
He'd get pistol whipped so hard with the Glock 30
Got white boy doing a night at the roxbury
Found out I had you... And I was not worried
Pound for pound I never lost
If there was a plate given I ate off it
And now i got to step to Skells', this like weight watchers
You should've known, you get a slice if the cake offered
I let a blade handle son like the Day walker
N***a murder is my hobby, and you about to die for fun n***a
That's exactly what you get for fucking with a Dub n***a
Dub n***a
Round 3: Shotti P
I say Canada got some of the greatest white rappers
Like how the fuck did Ganik get a team so heavy
You got Pat Stay, Charron, 100 Bulletz
And we can't forget about machine gun Skelly
But Toronto what up?
I'm on Blackout 6
Shit, I was on a much different card last year
Now I'm like the Jackie Robinson of Ground Zero
I made it acceptable for real n***as to rap here
See you problem? Is you do nothing to you style to make improvements
They say I tell too many jokes
Until the building rock like ancient ruins
But the fans like to laugh right?
So how can battle rappers hate the humour?
When this white bitch a joke like Amy Schumer
You talk about football too much
That's why you been on the bench cause you ain't making plays
Come up with some better raps, you never scrap, n***a it's a layup game
{Skelly starts shoving Shotti P and Organik and Quest McCody intervene}
Losing is never fun
But football in every battle though?
No wonder the staff wanna see him fail
He won't get over it, he just so mad he couldn't make the CFL
But God works in mysterious ways
You can get a chance to show you great
Just come to Detroit Skelly, and you can catch the fade like Golden Tape
N***a
You already lost man, fucking weak
Murder is my hobby, and you just died for fun n***a
And that's exactly what you get for fucking with a dub n***a
Dub n***a