Correction Lyrics Real Deal vs. Charron (Title Match) by King of the Dot

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No gun bars, I've listened to the critics and I’ve improved
And today I'ma prove that everything y’all hate me for applies to you
"Charron just plays the white angle"
Well, you've got a collection:
"If I kill someone, I’m 'mentally ill'"
"What time is, Smack? Thanks for making the exception"
In Toronto, you're a white boy on their hockey team
You said you're the "scariest white boy since Iron's gone"
You add "white boy" to your garbage schemes
This white boy's winning he's Charlie Sheen
In Atlanta this white boy's gettin' pu**y he’s Carter Deems
So if you hate on me the hate should be equal
That’s why you’re the Chef you just cater to people
And why did you duck the title match with Pass?
I want you to tell the truth, okay
It’s 'cause he caught you hangin' out with that racist Jeff, there ain’t nothing for you to say
Jeff said, "White people shouldn’t have kids with black people in the USA."
And when he’s in Pittsburgh you give him a room to stay
So don't get p*ssed about a pic' with a stupid flag
When this teacher's been racist 24/7 - I’m here to Ruin Your Day
You yell do personals and hit people with low blows
You told Okwerdz "I bet you wish your father's battle with cancer was promo"
You think a parent dying of cancer is funny?
Is that how you talk to your kid?
I ain’t even gonna check you for that karma already did
I got simple setups, it's effective, they brag about your pen game but it's so obscure that it's pathetic
He be like, "I'm in Pittsburgh pitching nickels. I'm Jimmy Jetson."
Y’all don’t know Jimmy Jetson?
Then post a picture with a sentence
p*ssed y’all didn't get the reference
About an Yankees pitcher that played four games in 1967
The sh*ts depression
f**k you and Ricky Benson who was with Texans in pre season and dropped an interception
Your sh*t's more drawn out than this election
b*t*h you got more filler then Kylie Jenner's lip injections
Did an Avo blog like, "As a teacher at a black school I can't look at you."
But battled Tony D and said "They want a black champ, that's why they're bookin' you."
On URL it’s "I’m just a gym teacher I’m not holding choppers."
Against Illipsis you said, "It’s Dot Mobb pu**y"
Bro it’s awkward
You switch between black and white hoods like my clothing sponsor
He will pander (panda) to bring his stock up
You focus on skin more than Seth Rogan In i>Knocked Up
Switch blade chopped up
I’ll cut a Deal quicker than Surf when he’s locked up
You’re ducking Pass cause he’ll whoop your ass, you are not tough
You ain’t got nuts
Mr. Garrison, this teacher turned pu**y than got Trumped
Don’t say I think I’m Billy Pistolz and I squeeze Hecklers
b*t*h which one of us became a Dot Mobb team member?
I (eye) damage with the pencil: Heath Ledger
Trailer Park Boys Corey's with the smoke once he sees Trevor
This is as close as you can get to a 30; Khabib's record
All your angles apply to you that’s how people can feel
Call me a "furnace scammer", that means I’m bringing heat to this Deal
Takin' trips with kids the only time he's in the field
Your bars are like your chain you ain’t keeping it Real

I said, he's right! He's right!
I said that sh*t in Toronto because...I thought it was tough
But you know why I'm Brian Peeples to this day right now?
'Cause like a man, I called to apologize no matter how awkward (Okwerdz) it was
Now look...I'll never front
Canadian icon, one of the best in the bunch
An even better human being, so respected and loved
Your title match was incredible
The pride of Ottawa, a legend to us
I just had to give him his flowers...'cause goddamn, I miss Bender so much
This sh*t- yup!
I said- YUP!
I said, this sh*t was suicide thinkin' he was next for the belt
Soon as you signed that contract, 3 rounds, 2 minutes, 30 seconds as well
So you start this freestyle sh*t, I'mma do the clock-checkin' myself
Because Detroit will be the only Time that's givin' Trevor an L!
The Rain Man of battle rap can't use the same deck we've been dealt?
When he says sh*t like, "I have a small d**k!" "Facts!" "Pause...but that ain't what you press on that cell!"
'Cause you know what they say about Real Deal, his approaches is clever as hell
So if you f**k up a flip off top against Mr. Angle here, you've Brock Lesnar'd yourself!
You're welcome, homeboy!
I was seein' how you was tryin' to bubble
I shouted your name, took some extra time to hustle
I shared the trailer, so the viewers online will double
'Cause I'm the GOAT
I gave you a push before the shot: you are Bryon Russell!
I said, when I won this sh*t, I seen my state hold me down like a Waco scene
So it ain't Pittsburgh
It's Pennsylvania if they tell me, "Name yo' team"
'Cause my Philly people see the cloth this boul (bowl) cut from, like a '90s Anglo teen
You're lookin' for the writing on the wall - it's (wallet's) not there
I'm money wit' the chain like JNCO jeans!
Pick an alternative route!
Boy, be glad I just clowned you
Keep it rap, or I will smack the soybean allergy out you!
I say, y'all know how teachers get when they thought you were daydreamin'
Poppin' a vein, red-eyed, optical strain, freakin'
Pay attention! Notice the work!
I fought all the way, even broke my back to get here
I'll break yours, Gotham and Bane beatin'!
f**k a chill pill! Start Googlin' oxycontins and pain treatment
'Cause I'll stomp your face while your body just shakes tweakin'!
Crowd gathered 'round like, "Stop it! He ain't breathin'!"
'Cause they HEARD how loud the heel came down like Bobby "The Brain" Heenan!
I said...

f**k is he talkin' about!?
f**k IS HE SAYIN'!?

All this aggressive-ass temperament when you sweet as a peppermint
Usin' Columbine and Sandy Hook to work to your benefit!?
You embrace that school shooter sh*t!
I don't teach in Newton, Connecticut
You bring a shotty to my school, I got a fifth-grade girl who'd f**kin' beat you to death with it!
I'm still winnin'
Fast-forward to my pigeonholed fishin' pole days
Thinkin' back, how I did it, every bridge's tolls paid
Son push a Maserati since he listen, roads paved
Happy I don't gotta leave...yeah, get a cold case
Let the Figaro play, eatin' chicken lo mein
Boogie-boarded the tsunami while you missed the whole wave
Still hot, plus my b*t*h is cold in her old age
Like I'm sippin' rosé wit' Marisa Tomei
Oh, you haven't noticed?
I said, "f**k it", passed on roses
I'm braggadocious, wit' a Jedi Master focus
I was shuttin' sh*t down in every city, way before mass and COVID
'Cause the Chef's special
So f**k givin' plates - he shouldn't have made it past the hostess
Y'all worried who rap the dopest?
His pen doesn't match the dosage
Choose the latter, especially when climbin' the ladder's hopeless
Big stick, part yo' sh*t
This isn't the staff of Moses
Guess he gotta face the music now...BOW! My Magnum opus
That's 1

Champs are allowed one non title match
The Wolf chose King Los that event was dope
To represent this league, Real Deal battled Berretta Broke
A thousand for a battle? That’s what you charge for yourself?
That's why you teach gym, you can't market yourself
You are a Real Deal cause you bargain yourself
You representin' this league now
When you took that small battle, 'Ganik knew you f**ked up deep down
If someone’s Beretta Broke, why the f**k you wastin' three rounds?
You don’t even respect this league as well
'Ganik was like, "Before you're champ, what about an up and comer? Think you could beat Xcel?"
Said you want top tier then d**k ride Smack to battle Reepah Rell?
The URL wanted me versus Drugz
I said, "Are you guys insane?"
You put a top tier versus a bottom guys to minimize our names
And this who y'all buyin' chains?
I told them 'em, "Give me Tsunami" you tryin' to ride their Wave
The URL hits me with small names I say "Lux and Mook"
Then they hit you up, it ain't a f**kin' fluke
I’m the teacher you're my substitute
This is my house, you left it abandoned
I should put a band in
Renovate yo' slump shack to a mansion
You’re a has been that has been
Draggin' this league down I'm outstandin'
You're my stand-in
I’m hungry, look what you put my fam' in (famine)
I was sent to kill ya, run ya pockets get familiar
Come back and rob you again this revenge for Chilla
The first battle? I was confused
The rematch? This the guy that they choose?
Grand Prix, first round? How many Times can you lose?
You made us lose subscribers it’s time to revamp
You lost your last judge battle and let down the camp
How are you the Real Deal? You ain't even the real champ
What does it say about this league when you battle the worst rappers?
He’s the "working man's MC", but you work backwards
You battlin' Beretta Broke ain't doin' a thing
You should forfeit the title we saw you lose in the ring
You’re taking two steps backwards you don’t move like a king
You gonna wear the belt to school to bring us some support?
Like, "Mr. Weller as a champ will you do things that haven’t been done before?"
You tug your tie like, "Wait 'til you see me and Chilla number 4."
You have the two lowest viewed title matches
How could he change the game?
When it comes to success stories I’m this leagues claim to fame
You battle bums for a thousand, we ain’t the same
Must be a strict teacher, you just degrade (D grade) the chain
Big names leave him alone they don’t have interest
It’s high risk no return it’s bad business
To have him as champ, when will the fans listen?
I got Cash behind these bars; San Quinton
MTV, endorsements, everything the champ's missin'
BET, every tourney on TV your mans winning
Most battles in King Of The Dot history all I need is this ass kickin'
Grand Theft Auto 5 killin' Trevor’s the last mission

So...I was listenin' to some music today and I was like, "This beat hits, this bassline cracks."
I'm pacin' 'round, thinkin' how I'mma say my raps
I tried to let Charron hear it like, "You got Spotify? OK, f**k it, take my jack."
He damn near jumped out his skin and all I said was, "This new K-Shine slaps!"
Billy Pistolz! Billy Pistolz!
Stop cappin', dork
You know what you would do if you heard Glocks blastin', sport?
You're autistic - you'd stick your fingers in your eardrums and rock back and forth!
Funny sh*t! Funny sh*t...
I said, just funny sh*t, just makin' people miss the old days
Grind Time, that there's for you
You lost in Detroit, but thinks he should be here?
He's lyin', but OK, state your business - where's the dues?
With them subpar, I'm 'bout to be up 2-0
I can Jersey and still embarrass dude
Oh, I ain't one for runnin' back sh*t
But sh*t, running back, Detroit Lion, makin' people miss, OK State, subpar lines, 2-0, jersey?
This where I bury (Barry) you
AYE!
You remember you had that ex girl Laura? Y'all were like doves
'Til she f**ked that British rapper up in Canada...God, you were crushed
It reminds me of Kurt Cobain, the lead singer of Nirvana, because
A Shotty blew in her mouth and you thought it was Love
But, but...you got a new girl
Well, my personality's Swiss Army
Way too much slick charm to chart
Leave yo' b*t*h at one of my clique's parties, someone's tappin' like mixed martial arts
I'm smooth as ever - I'll hit yo' b*t*h wit' a few quick smart remarks
A couple lines later, she stoppin' at the hotel like Chris Farley's heart!
I said- what!?
Oh, oh, oh, you guys will love this!
Arsonal Da Rebel vs. Charron - that's a throwback, broseph
You said you were a Grape Street Crip and pulled a bandanna out
Don't cap - own it
Like, "The U.K. fans will love this - a white guy makin' fun of gang culture."
Bro, that's potent
That disrespect in (disrespectin') London for a Kodak moment
So let me get this straight - makin' fun of-
It's crazy
So makin' fun of Crips is like a funny joke where you come from?
Pullin' a bandanna out in England wasn't dumb, it was dumb-dumb
Oh, it's a joke overseas
Well, here, joke over C's and you're done-done
Try that sh*t in the City of Angels and you're gonna become one
It's Mr. Battle Rap himself!
f**k you - you do this sh*t just to chase that high
The SMACK Killer!
You got a list of battle rappers you killed?
I got a list of ones that saved my life
Let me explain
R.I.P. Mom, at 57, a shame, cancer had spread to her brain
Kindergartener I had, fatal crash, car sped out its lane
Former students I taught, shot before 17 came
My sister gone at 32, off 'scripts the docs fed her for pain
Battle rap for me was a way to get away...then I lose Caddy, Bender, PH
A hard-knock life, they took my pops with an infection - insane
The doctor made me an orphan, and he (Annie)-
"No wordplay. Trevor, that's lame."
I'm not gangster, but there ain't a block or street corner that scares me more than Memory Lane!
Maybe- it's the last four
Maybe I'm here for a reason!
Justice for Charlie - they remember his name
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Maybe I'm better this way
So if it's God's plan, this made me who I am
When you link these events in each frame
Then know it means that f**kin' much more to me defending a chain

Everyone has an opinion
The fans always trippin'
Like, "When you gonna battle Dizaster?"
When he gets Aktive's permission
Without politics I can never be beat
The best in Canada, I'm extendin' my streak
While Pat's with SMACK flashin' his ass on Sesame Street
We both lost 50K for you that's a year, for me that's a week
You speak "Charron don’t get b*t*hes. He's a motherf**kin' geek."
Now if I want seven digits I ask the teller to put the balance on the receipt
Those that can’t do; teach
What you bring to the table?
f**k the Pythagorean Theorem, you can’t beat me with angles
I bet he says, "I said yo!"...as he walks to his desk
When they plagiarize?
"You can’t copy respect"
One kid thought he failed, it left Tommy upset
You're like, "I didn't give you a 30. That's a 3-0. That's the best mark you can get."
You grade sh*t, I get real paper
The left? You gon' feel later
This like a b*t*h that don't cook; a Deal breaker
Murder's what I do turn him to a casualty
I thirty people in the room b*t*h we're at capacity
A motherf**kin' drunk this is how it has to be
You’re such an Alkie and a Lush you set up Diz vs. Cassidy
This guy's a drunk
Crying on Facebook three time’s a month
It's like his battle career, folds under pressure when Times get tough
Yeah, he's always cryin' 'bout the sh*t and you really think that somethin' is better
And he's doin' sh*t that'll harm me
This whole battle right now, he was doin' some sh*t he was sayin' "Justice For Charlie"
Well, your son has a lot of talent, I've seen all the impression he do
He did an impression of Shaq, I saw one of Pepe Le Pew
He's a talent, I love all the impression he do
But his dad's a drunk, he's an impressionable dude
Alcoholism's a disease, his genetics are screwed
When he's at AA at 22
And Trevor Jr. introduces himself to the rest of the room
Just remember he's technically doin' his best impression of you
You said "battle rap is therapy" we've been with you
You gotta seek help, ain't sh*t simple
This teacher needs a shrink more than Ms. Frizzle
He drinks days into nights
I see the pain that he fights
His son admires your skill, I don’t think your will will be an angle he likes
The drank is his his vice
You gotta check into rehab and take my advice
I’ve seen way too many- look at me when I’m saving your life
You stumble and enter pubs, another drunken December
Pouring Jaeger to support your anger
Sorry Player, you've been stuck on a Bender
Your pops was a great man he’s one to remember
Y'all were dealt a sh*tty hand, we don’t want you to struggle forever
Your drinking is weighing on your son he’s bout to buckle from pressure
The bottle numbs the pain and you can’t numb it forever
All your father wants is to see his loved ones to do better
We all want Justice For Charlie in the meantime do justice to Trevor
That's it

He talked about my son's impressions and I'm a bad dad
This hate needs to stop
Matter fact-
Hold on, you talkin'
And this hate needs to stop
f**k that rebuttal
And maybe you're right
I paid for him to come to L.A. 'cause I wanted to see his way to the top
So I am a drunk
I wanted to see my best friend get a buzz, so I paid for his shot
Real dad sh*t
Real f**kin' dad sh*t!
I said- oh! Hold my time
Nick Cannon went on his own podcast and spoke his peace about Jews
In the land of freedom of speech, they canceled him for speakin' his truth
Whole cast was outraged
Hitman tweeted for dude, Conceited did, too
They offered Young Fly millions to take over and host, somethin' DC wouldn't do
But you made jokes about it, and used his show and battles to hype up your dividends
He gave you bragging rights
You couldn't even defend his rights as a citizen?
Cowardice!
The net worth you brag about don't amount to sh*t
You live off free speech - that's battle rap
You've even joked about Jews and Auschwitz
That man gave you everything, from the house you live to attention you've been showered with
You made it off a Black man's labor and watched rich Whites crack the whip?
Wear that rebel flag proud - it fits
I said, every battle rapper with a pen should be booin' you tonight
Usin' racist jokes from computers that you Googled from a site
Newsflash: plagiarizing memes off the computer is a bite
Now it makes sense - being a rip-off's something you choose to do in life
Pat and Hollohan were like brothers, had a fallout
It was rumored they would fight
You never had a real friend! You can't imagine what that feud to them was like!
And still he calls like, "Come to my side, Hollohan. Dude, that would be tight."
But he didn't 'cause Hollohan was aka GOD and saw the Judas in the light!
All these tragic current event lines he uses when he writes
Talkin' 'bout Tech 9 and sexual abuse to get some hype?
He had a classmate die in a car crash, battled his best friend, and used it out of spite!
My father just died, and he plugged it in a bar like an illuminated LIGHT!
WHAT!?
I said, your persona is a LIE! Your character is fraudulent!
You're so uncertain of who you are inside, you can't even bask in your accomplishments!
You told Rone you're everything in battle rap, and made a list to go along with it
You are everything in battle rap...that is f**king WRONG with it!
From his fake gun with K-Shine, to a fake broad that he hit
You scammed old people with fake heat you sold
You're a fraud and a b*t*h!
Billy Pistolz, reppin' that name himself
This facade makes me sick!
You Bodied yourself
You even got your alter ego from a con (Kahn) with a Twist!
But you have ability
Took criticisms, fixed things willingly
Adjusted setups, better and even iller schemes
As far as technical battle rap, you're better than most, by a million leagues
But you'll never get respect from any legend here that built the scene!
It's 'cause you got no pain, struggle story, no heroism or villainy
You're at your peak, but what's that amountin' (a mountain) to?
It ain't worth a hill of beans
'Cause you're so insecure and fragile, emotionally, it's like you're still a teen!
You say, "Look at me when I'm killing you!"
But looking at you is killing me

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