[Round 1: HFK]
I came with only jokes, but people wanted good rap
They say that I'm not a good rapper, and that I could never pull that
I listened to the people and I regret it when I look back
'Cause when I switched it and brought bars, the jokes is all they look at
When I listen to the criticism all I get is push-back
So fuck people's opinions, I'mma stick to what I'm good at
Kaliente sounds like a transsexual Brazilian hooker name
Fuck me, I'm a Ground Zero battling a homeless guy who's super ugly
I'm just really surprised you didn't comе here with a sign saying, "will take vеrbal abuse for money"
When you were young you lived in the States but ain't make too many bills there
You then move to Canada but you were still poor, I guess life just isn't real fair
You're now a homeless fucking rapper, so how you really feel queer?
When the realest that you could say is, "Started from the bottom, still here."
For a hundred bucks, his daughter will bang you or even do deepthroat
So if any of you guys want a tune up harmony, all you need is a C note
He falls in the worst parent category when it comes to where fathers are
'Cause you're the type of prick who will spend your daughter's lunch money on a Caustic bar
What, I ain't even here to disrespect you
I'm just tryin' to tell you shit that it's true
Like how your daughter's either gonna grow up to be an internet sloo'
Or a hood rat who kisses her teeth like, (kisses teeth) "You got a cigarette boo?"
He walks around with a Pop-Tart thinking it's a iPhone
I once gave him some Mr. Noodles and he was jumping around, ridiculously mind blown
I'm gonna grab a fucking icepick and stick in his spine bone
Then put Kaliente in a box...
In other words, I'm giving him a ride home
He act like a gangster who's carrying bangers, but when there's beef, this faggot's booking
Fuck you, dog
Your one-two bars' nothing compared to the raps I'm cooking
After today we'll laugh in your face, you'll feel like you had your manhood tooken
And pack up and move from the homeless shelter to a shelter for battered woman
[Round 2: HFK]
You're so lame and fuckin' skinny
That I could probably weigh you with a Digi
How you gonna tell me you're not a coked up guy
When you walk around everywhere with a rolled up five
Yo, I gotta respect him, he hustles hard to get cash in various ways
I mean, do you know how many empty bottles he had to bring in just to get bus fare for today?
It's good-for-nothing scumbags like you that are infecting the planet
Making out with your boy and saying "No homo" doesn't make you any less of a faggot
Look, I lost Unanymous, Jus Daze, Pat Stay, Sketch Menace, but you lost to Bartone
And I know you guys want me to make it rhyme with the last bar but you lost to Bartone
That's just pretty much all I wanted to say
Look, he's probably not even homeless
His parents always just kick him out of the house 'cause they wanna see him home less
You couldn't freestyle if you tried, all you can come with is written rhymes
Matter of fact, only time he frees (freeze) is when he's sleeping outside during winter time
Peep game, he's a fucking pea brain
When they ask him his address on a welfare application, he writes 'Kaliente' next to 'street name'
I'm a true villain and you're a stool pigeon, so I don't wanna hear you bitchin', fam
Motherfucker, is you kidding, you call yourself Superman?
You're more like the soup kitchen man
Getting that tramp stamp on your neck must've cost loads of pains
How you got the nerve to call yourself Superman when you're in the lowest lane (Lois Lane)
He heard Organik say pound for pound and he got excited
My style of war is awfully violent
So go ahead and call me a hijacker, dog, I like it
I'm one of those season one, episode two type of terorists, 'cause I already shot the pilot
You made about enough money to buy an '82 Chevy
You're not even fucking qualified enough to be a waiter at Denny's
This ain't no motherfucking exhibition, don't mistake it as friendly
You ain't worth fuck-all, faggot, I came to get rid of you like the Canadian penny
[Round 3: HFK]
Y'all wanna know how I found out he's gay as fuck
The other day he called my phone and I'm like, "Yo, you're breaking up", and he was like, "What?! We're breaking up?!"
Your girl is the type of crusty whore who will go to a funeral with no socks
That bitch is so fat that I seen her come out of a All You Can Eat buffet with a To-Go box
Girls laugh at your cock 'cause that shit is a joke, B
But it kinda does come in handy when he rolls joints, 'cause he could use his dick at a pokey
The other night I was drunk, Kaliente came by, we rolled a ting, got high as fuck
That's when I decided to call up some grimey sluts
And that bitch deepthroated my cock while massaging my giant nuts
And I'm like, yo Kaliente, this is bomb, wanna try it, cuz?
And he's like, "God, you're fucked. There's no way my mouth is wide enough."
I'm gonna buy a cream pie and smash it right in your face
Scratch that, I'll get some brass knuckles and lay it right in your face
Matter of fact, I'm gonna wait 'til I win this battle and walk up right in your face
Grab a sharpie, put it on your forehead and write, "In your face"
A lot of people say I rap a lot of pause worthy material and think that I'm fucked
I'm getting sick and tired of hearing that, so if I even hear you bringing it up
I will pull down my pants and make you suck my dick 'til I nut
Pause, I'm comfortable like that
You call yourself a real man, saying you lived a life of horrid tragedy
Saying you had a daughter you couldn't buy shit for 'cause you were poor financially
That shit ain't easy and I respect you for being able to hold your sanity
But if I were you I'd get a job cleaning toilets or doing heavy labor at some sort of factory
'cause a real man should always be able to come with some form of strategy
To earn a decent amount of dough and salary
To provide food and shelter for his kids and support his family
When he told me he's a Muslim, I was like that shit don't seem right
But after tonight I do think you're Muslim, 'cause almost everything you said was Shiite