[Round 1: Marv Won]
I say, we let you get too comfortable
Life was easier when you was the mascot
We protected you
You never got in trouble
We kept you out of the bad spots
We was already up 20
We just put you in the game and let you take the last shot
But somehow this became a big-budget movie wit' a bad plot
This went from us bein' silly wit' you to you really thinkin' you Billy Pistolz
Rappers talk about how much they love punches...until one of 'em really hits you!
You gon' retire me?
How?...When deep down in your heart you admire me
You been callin' around tellin' people how you was nervous to write for me
So spitefully, these big-ass pussies start taking swipes at me
And rightfully, my godlike performance gon' show the Christ in me
Then Shine laid hands on you like he was an ordained preacher
For me, those are Parts Unknown: this is an Anthony Bourdain feature
N***a, Bear Jew, big bat
We'll watch your brains leave ya
Canada, take one last good look at your slain leader
Lemme guess, I'm old and fat...
Well, Corey, what's your newest angle?
'Cause when I press you, you gon' cop out funny: Lieutenant Dangle
Who you mangle!?
N***a, you get credit 'cause we gradin' on a curve
Stop thinkin' street shit, before you end up wit' your brains on the curb
You are good at what you do
In your lane, you superb
But you'll never be the champ, 'cause real goons take chains off of nerds
And they know that
That's why he ain't let you bring out Hollohan
If you become the face of the brand, then they gon' lose a lot of fans
If this the first person thing we get, ain't nobody gon' give it a proper chance
Who wanna hear the kid wit' the Jonny Quest haircut and the helicopter hands?
N***a, yo' go-tos ain't gon' work, because I'm technically not a SMACK rapper
But know that I'm much closer to a gat-packer than I am to a backpacker
But you not even gettin' gun bars
I got a whole different way to get at rappers
So you not gon' be able to do me how you do these other Black rappers
I know the author controls the narrative
True, the story is his
Even when I win this battle, they gon' say I'mma lose, simply because this tourney is rigged
I know it's this company's wet dream...for the title to be Corey and Diz'
But when I hit him, he's never 'Going Back To Cali' like The Notorious B.I.G!
Time!
Stop playin' wit' me!
[Round 1: Charron]
Aye, Detroit pretends you're a "legend"
That's something you're far from
Your biggest battles are 2-on-2s - why are you Marv Won (One)?
Lost Total Slaughter, WRCs
What exactly has Marv Won?
Lost in New York, then homie went ghost
Kevin McCallister: I'm flamin' Marv while I show him the ropes!
I'm in yo' Home Alone
Let's take it further, a place for murder
White boy bringin' animals to Fenkell (Finkle): I'm Ace Ventura
If you win today, your whole town gassed you for 50K
'Ganik was like, "For the judges, I'm thinkin' Royce da 5'9" and Swift McVay."
Bitch, okay!
Let's get busy, a quick licky
Caught a body wit' Shotti (shotty), I'm back shootin': to hit Ricky
Wig on this fat bitch: Miss Piggy
Ja Rule: you won't get 50
Send 'em in (cinnamon) wit' big sticks: it's Wrigley's
Leave Marv wit' a flat top, and guess where I'll send Ciddy (Sin City)?
This is black and white, deal wit' me
How am I eatin' Marv's food and I'm still skinny?
White boy calm a D (comedy) rapper: Lil Dicky!
They can gas a motherfucker, but I spit like a pro
Get the D Smoke(d) like the win of Rhythm + Flow
You don't switch up your flow, you be speakin' real slow
You known for stealin' the tapes, I'm known for stealin' the show!
Who's the one every week you could watch on TV?
Who's the one that doesn't have a million views on any league?
The movie Click: controlling the room isn't all that it seems
His album Soundtrack of Autumn, we seen him fall off and leave (leaf)!
Bring up the slap, the flag, or the way that I move
Lomachenko: when I take away your angles, what you able to do?
I've battled in every hood in America! I've paid all my dues!
I deserve to make it to the finals and get robbed by Dizaster way more than you!
When you think of Marv, you think of podcasts, blogs and reactions
We love when you talk, but with bars, them shits lackin'
You should do commentary with Aak and quit rappin'
I know when someone's a better host than a rapper
My boss was Nick Cannon!
You're charismatic, so we accept you're average
You're cool, calm, but I've collected caskets
In life, the only thing promised is death and taxes
Being mediocre for two decades doesn't grant you a legend status!
So go out on a limb without breakin' a leg
You win off your presence and the way you have swag
But I'm like Times: I already got this 50K in the bag!
[Round 2: Marv Won]
Ayo...I did not get the fuckin' memo
When did Corey become a classic writer?
As far as I'm concerned, he got two styles...and both of them bitches sound half-inspired
Either he gon' be how he was against Shotti: a lotta weak punches, but they rapid-fire
Or he gon' be the autistic kid that gets bullied
N***a, you are a massive liar!
I don't trust ya
That whole angle is disrespectful to my younger brother
And I can't let you slide
'Cause ever since the Pat battle, I been gettin' a lot of attitude from my fuckin' mother
How you think that make her feel, when she can't hear her son say, "I love you"?
But as long as you can get some pity votes in a battle, it's cool, right?
Bitch, you are a fuckin' sucker!
N***a, you will never know the hell that we livin' in
Wondered if he becomin' a zombie 'cause of the lithium we givin' him
Then couple that with the ADD, and now he's takin' Ritalin
Givin' a baby six pills a day can have you questioning yo' decisionin'!
God BLESSED you!
He gave you all this time before He let Marv catch you
You can be as autistic as you think you are
N***a, you are not special!
Life is tough as shit! You know it's me!
Suck a dick: Yoshi G!
Win or lose, Corey, I'mma be right where I'm supposed to be
That's taking care of mine
You quick, but you can't outthink the fuckin' Reaper
I'm my brother's keeper
Fully loaded, and you gettin' clip after clip: this a double feature
Boy, you damn near 30 goin' through puberty!
Yo' face look like a fuckin' pizza!
And you are not a rapper! You have no rhythm
You are a glorified public speaker!
And this is that public ether
Boy, I shine through in many ways
I get it out the mud
N***a, my grind got me really paid
We are two different engines - ERRT! - mine is a hemi-grade
N***a, you ain't hip-hop...yo' dumb ass shoulda been on Whose Line Is It Anyway?!
Time
[Round 2: Charron]
Aye, this gon' cost the title match
The Last Style-Bender
Better find Trevor 'fore this guy entered the ER, wide stretcher
Goin' from Nurse to Doc: Kawhi Leonard
I'm never, not real
Seinfeld, red dot: guy's sweater
Expose you, Sudoku, solve shit with .9s better
But I'm the white guy...y'all actin' like my shit's not hot?
It's 2020, y'all still tryna play Em' in the Hip-Hop Shop
Can't connive a (Kuniva) win, I am him
See the greatness
"But I hate Charron! He's the fakest.
He's hard to watch."
No, it's just hard to watch me beat your favorites!
How are you the King of Detroit? You ain't faced none of them guys
Ill Will and Calicoe battled
What about up-and-comers that are up on the rise?
You can't beat the new kids the way you structure your rhymes
You're just an old man from the city (Ciddy) that can't keep up with the Times!
The only rates you hear aren't always on point
I'm Charron wherever I'm at
You're only Marv in Detroit!
This is me vs. you
They can't save you for shit
Super Mario: you lose your star power when you get flamed in the pit!
They still treat me like the geeky kid at King of the Dot
They keep claimin' that I'm cheesy, but I'm beatin' my ops
Catchin' bodies in Detroit - am I receivin' my props?
How can I be a virgin? I just fuckin' put the D in a box!
Marv will (Marvel) know his Endgame: Avengers lore
Uppercut, second floor
Mr. Nice Guy: my pen's better than every dog in your reservoir!
Put 5 on it: Megazord
Better form
Check you off your checkers board
Four Brothers opening scene: you got death in store
You robbed the tape, I put caution tape on every door
Mamba mentality: we ate (8) every 24
The only thing higher than your cholesterol is my credit score!
Your bed tries to commit suicide three times a week
You're the only producer I know who deep-fries his beats
Rep the D 'til you get this casket
I'll have the Navy blue inside-out: Fresh Prince jacket!
I'm in yo' house! Charron is a savage!
Amityville Horror: you could still die with home-field advantage
I don't need to practice, but preppin' is vital
You were never my rival, now you're dead on arrival
The hometown hero, he M.I.A. while I'm gettin' the title
Y'all hero (Herro) ain't got enough Heat for the GOAT: this the NBA Finals, mothafucka!

[Round 3: Marv Won]
Corey, if you don't win this tournament, you Gucci
Your life is set up, you sweet
If I don't win this tournament, it's people in my community who won't eat
You see, my plan is to take this money and get some young n***as outta the street
Or at least give they mama some money on the light bill...or the heat
That's my plan, in black and white, you can read this swiftly
Or Banks or Yayo, it'll Buck n***a I need this 50
So I'll take a stab at it, Black Chyld, [?]
This the trash pile, he a bitch
He got the white girl hidden inside of him like a crack vial
I say, no games
You get so much gas I thought you made your fortune off of propane
But you so lame, that I can't even blame yo' dumb ass actions on cocaine
Can you imagine him tryin' to get a girl?
He at the bar all trippin'
And he drinkin' a black cherry White Claw with a bendy straw in it
He see somethin' he like, he approach it wit' a purpose
Sits down and says, "Ma'am are you happy with your current service?"
You are a fuckin' scam artist
You gon' tell me it's part of the game, is it?
Cause if I rob people like you did with the heat we wouldn't get the same sentence
N***a they'll give me Hennessy, you'll get a slap on the wrist, this ain't the same Privilege
Try that shit in my hood, my whole block will raise you
N***a it take a village
In Corey's core he's scared
I can see that's the real you
You wanna be from the jungle so bad, legends show you how the gorillas do
N***a we are tired, sick of you
You know what? I brought a mirror too
Cause I want you to look at yo'self after I'm done killin' you
Look at yourself king!
This is the person who had respect, but he sold it, face facts
Look at yo'self king!
This is the person who scammed from old people, who took they money they couldn't make it back
Look at yo'self king!
This is the person who called himself the SMACK Killer cause he secretly hates the blacks
You are 110 pounds of insecurity and no amount of money can change that
I'm still the big dawg in this bitch, n***a I run this junk yard
Charron jumped off the porch and he died in his front yard
He ain't never had this kind of pressure, look at his chest as it thump hard
Now I can front on the votes, but I'ma wait a couple days before I pull that Trump card

[Round 3: Charron]
He had a Trump bar, but I'm Canadian
You think I care about the election here for him?
I'm underrated due to the complexion of my skin
I'm cool with mail in ballot votes, I always push the envelop to win
And with your people here, they're leavin' your whole tier gassed
"Look at me king! Look at me king!"
I know this is a weird clash
But with your gut and my pockets, this shit's a mirror match
You did three battles in the last three weeks
You should be focused, preppin', Charron's a legend
Adderall up, I require your full attention
Is Pistolz ready for a body? That's a loaded question
This is Eminem on silent; 8 Mile bonus section
I'm on a mean run, I'm sick of B Rabbit, he's done
Which white rapper you want? The MACK, mil' or Machine Gun?
This man's buns, I'ma stab son
You know it's personal when I'm at ya neck and you don't even have one
I still remember seeing you on that DVD
While you slacked, I achieved my dreams
You battled no-names I'm on TV screens
These days your highlight moments are my deleted scenes
I remember seeing you with Rabbit like, "It sure would be nice."
Made me wanna start battlin' and murderin' mics
I'm finally in Detroit and I'm earnin' my stripes
Now I'm 8 Miles ahead of Marv, this the circle of life
You see me with Chef, I'ma get you cooked
I shake when I rap, I'ma get you shook
2 on 2's are the only things that get you looks
You ain't a Lord Of The Ring just cause you need a Quest to get you booked
Get residuals, ain't a way that I'm hurtin'
A strugglin' artist that ain't even workin'
This is what it look like if, "I'm doin' features for half off today" was a person
Lazy I'm certain
Your stuff's not real
No homophobia in these bars today
But if Marvin Gay(e), that means son got killed
So go stand behind Marshall for that "awfully hot coffee pot" and react to every bar
Me losin' to a fat dude that rides Em' coat tail, that would be Bizarre
Stick to producin' and let yo' beats drop
There is an issue with this WRC file
I started battlin' with no ID (No I.D.), you're just somebody that Pete Rock'd
Dilla beatin' for the Twitch Premier, beat ops
Keep slackin' in here, I'm a Doctor in the Detox
The fans on Twitch have been shook up for an hour
When they post the Marv emoji, it eats up cookies from their browser
You not winnin'
Ayo judges the bars different, gotta convince 'em with jewels as I kill Marvin; Pulp Fiction
I punch better, scheme better, you fight to death
They try to gas you, I surpassed you, go cry with Quest
I got in more bars, no debate, Twitch get the checks
I just bodied Marv Won and Excel's next mothafucka!