Rone - Don't Flop- Rap Battle- Rone Vs. Blizzard
Song Title : Don't Flop- Rap Battle- Rone Vs. Blizzard
| Artist/Band : Rone
Round 1: Blizzard
Yo, everything in my bar pile in ganja
Wearing that John Perry's proof that your a star-spangled wanker.
I'll stab you with my instuments that they have in the alley,
If you were in a rock band they's be called Spandex Bally.
Ayo, Ayo, Ayo, Ayo, Ayo, I'm describing it all!
I can beat you with these freestyle rhymes that I sprawl,
If I embarrass you right now I know that you won't like it at all,
Your body won't be working like these lights on this side of the wall!
Welcome to the Uk man, on a real,
When the fuck are you leaving?!
This crowd cannot relate to the stuff that your speaking.
If you were at home right now, you'd be bullied; for breathing!
And for thinking with your big eyes that your underachieving.
You thought you'd come and win today with that American stuff?
Wrong, your gonna find the angle incredibly tough.
Cause now a white kid's in your face telling you stuff,
And your kind of wishing Eurgh would present you a bluff.
Because you do this at home a lot,
You battle all the time.
People idolize you and they call the crap out of your rhymes.
You battled 360 and Protege who get massive hits combined,
Now look who's crawling to the UK to grab a bit of shine.
Trying to take some fiends adamantly, I laugh at your demise
This is a mind with a tall mannequin with a bag over it's eyes,
You stay stunting in the fight then I jab you with a right,
Cause damage to your sight, No free health care all the bills staggered in the price.
Tell me how the fuck are you managing this flight?
Apart from Daddy's bank account, you will never see this man payed,
He'll try to say that he's more successful than me, Well I'm slayed.
You should go in tall with a rock group, who knows you could come back laid.
That won't be the only time that your asking for a band-aid.
Because I'm tighter than you,
I can kick a better cypher than you,
Irish blood so I can handle more cider than you.
More arrogant, more laid back, and I'm hyper than you,
Darker Heart, yeah I'm more fucking whiter than you.
See there the kind of abstract rhymes that he'll spew,
Fair played mate if that's what your inclining to do,
But don't hate if I come to King Of The Dot with a shotgun cause I would shoot the fucking daylight out of you!.
Round 1: Rone
Like he said, this is my overseas debut,
So let's start it up.
For those of ya'll that don't know me, I rap it dark as fuck!
For those of ya'll that do know me, well my last battle wasn't really up to standard for me,
But I still took the win home unanimously.
And now I'm back on your scene with raps packing the heat,
So how the fucks a little Blizzard gonna stand a chance against me?
This whooping is long over due,
I'm finna Hulk Hogan you, bulldozer, blade of grass into a lawn mower you.
And I know the crowd and staff all probably fawn over you,
But in a scrap, I would probably pick a fawn over you.
But I still took him,
So that theres an Homage to his confidence,
But I still cook him,
So this whooping is a back handed compliment.
Blizzard... you need to exfoliate your moldy face...rapidly.
Bradley Green, you badly need some acne cream.
His face has more holes than a thimble,
Or it has been sprinkled with shingles,
Or your skin doctors got you swindled in simple cause even that strange little dimples have pimples.
So you're a breakout star,
But what were settling today is what has more blemishes his record or his face.
Like in your last battle, you done took the grimy route, using dead dad jokes for entire rounds,
But aren't you the kid thats raised silver spoon inside the mouth
So a father is something that this bitch could not survive without.
You went from 2.5 million views, to 300,000 views, to like 70k tops,
Holy shit your just a teen brad and already falling off.
And schools were blatantly dissed, in your statements to Grist,
But complaining about this only makes you a bitch,
And now your taking a piss in the game of a whist,
So this is me filling you on the education you missed!
And after all that shit you talked about schools, well now your going back,
I heard the facts, I though "Damn how hypocritical is that?"
And I thought that that was bad, until I saw a vid that had you making fun of folks in hats, while you wore a fucking hat.
It's shit like that, that makes me think that we can't get the kid out of you.
I'm trying to teach you, not to take the fucking piss out of you.
So you gonna take it, I'm not taking any lip out of you,
And to throw it in, Justin Bieber would beat the shit out of you!
Round 2: Blizzard
Your music's whack, and your never grabbing shit of it.
If I'm actually honest your attempt at mainstream backpacker rap is moronic.
You should take my advice Adam and stop it,
But I get, America is a very Religious country so it makes sense that your only after a prophet.
Your style is one of the worst I have ever known,
This is the 4s to the rotary telephone.
You rapping should be illegal,
I'm out of your class may I suggest a new method, Rone?
You style is sway orientated,
Distorted and jaded.
And you rap like your always sedated,
Hearing your accent has me bored and frustrated,
Now let me pick apart bars of yours that I hated.
One of his bars was: "See when I flow, it's an explosion like a firecracker, plus I came with that flame I got that fire cracker!"
Very cringe worthy coming from a white rapper.
And he also said "My shit too hot, like Papa Bear's porridge"
What the fuck was he thinking when he worded that line?
Is your brain working okay, are you certain it's fine?
And I feel like battling this person's a crime,
Cause he compares his bars to porridge,
Porridge from a nursery rhyme.
So you wanna rap then, OK Cool,
Stop the bollox I ain't on it so much poison in my blood that I'm gonna die from it.
And im not a nice topic im a horriby
Pick me and Satan that sells like when Monos I got it.
Take me off my pedestal,
Not on my wallet.
I won't pay you any dues unless theres' guap in my pocket.
Me a Grist topped the views like you wannt try, stop it,
This is Don't FLop if your not willing to colonize, drop it.
I don't know if this is below any belt,
And I don't know if it helps,
But Welcome To Birmingham, Go Fuck Yourself!
Round 2: Rone
I'll talk about other rappers girls,
Cause their what iv'e actually done.
So act like I'm rapping for fun, and then can have a son.
But you call an ambulance up, if you done jammed you thumb,
So me hurting his feelings, might casket him up.
Example: facebook told me that your with a girl that's called Erin Pretty.
Must be a fake account, cause that bitch isn't pretty.
That thick biddie isn't a bitch skinny, she got a fat waist, thin titties, and a snout nose like Ms. Piggy.
And this one here will crush you, cause even though you'd love too,
I promise bro, Zara Khalik will never fuck you.
See even before I heard of you, folks wanted me to murder you,
And since your such a grimy rapper,
It wasn't hard for me to find dirt on you.
Like how you got your buzz of your cousin Shifty,
It wasn't you who did that,
And it's a shame it took Shifty's car crash for your career to make an impact.
Or the fact that you don't inhale when blazing trees,
Which is just insane to me,
So from pot smokers everywhere, Stop wasting weed!
It's shit like that that makes me think this kids a re-tard,
He thinks the act of smoking means that his image is hard,
That's like ordering than pouring out a drink at the bar,
Or just loving the feeling of an empty syringe in your arm; its stupid.
Yo but we can do it, rap with hands, I'm sure the crowd doesn't mind.
We can really see if Brad is greener on the other side.
Fuck a green piece, a green thumb, cause Green ain't the man,
I would rather serve Bradley; Green Eggs And Ham.
And you can have your American Idiot bars lined up on replay,
That shit would be Dukie, and today would not be Green Day.
Fuck an ignorant American, youll never find a G as wise as me.
And I went for being me and you can chalk it up to irony,
I'm not fat, don't watch TV,
I'm intelligent, shit I try to be,
So theres a million reasons to hate America, but none of them apply to me!
But how about you bro, your names Bradley Green,
Son that sounds Yank as shit.
You light Yankee candles, and rock Yankee hats, and fucking yank your dick.
Yo your a fake man you fan or at least a phony in comparison,
But today you'll be just like one, Owned by an American.
My attack; Van Persie,
My D; Ferdinand.
If someone confronting you and your gran in the streets, you Defer the nan.
But i'll be off steer, yet strap them off near death,
This is fascinating faces verse a lawn chairs depth.
This a top tier threat vs. a not near vet,
So you might get here someday,
But you not there yet.
Round 3: Blizzard
This guy Rone wants to beat me,
So he's gonna say anything he's gotta say.
And yeah I like Green day,
Well your gonna be feeling a Blvd of Dreams when you come back from your Holiday.
This ain't a battle anymore, it's a counseling session.
I heard some things happened back home when you got out of that depression.
Let's flashback to Penn State, let's say 2007.
I bet you never had your track teacher down as a felon.
Rone did track himself, all the way up til he graduated.
He used to write for Penn State news he was infatuated.
His teacher Sandusky asked Adam had he maculated,
And that's when he started to get a little to fascinated.
I'm fucking bringing it back with these lyrics I rap,
What the fuck is this shit on your hat?
I'm fucking free styling cause I forgot all my bars,
But that's OK because right here I just forgot who you are.
Apart from being touched by a man triple your age,
I could Imagine an all deal would only fill you with rage.
But let me turn to a different page,
Your trauma with Sandusky is the reason your so eccentric when you spit on the stage.
He's looking up to god now so he can prove his answer,
Trying to avoid the question that peeps are gonna ask you.
His fauna makes him wish that his teacher died of cancer,
Well Stockholm Syndromes making him have feelings for his capture,
Psychology bars; time.
Round 3: Rone
So aside the fact, that you don't have any hair upon your balls,
I just heard an Irish Roman Catholic talk about pedophilia, now if seen it all.
So what you losing focus,
You ain't think we notice it's the third round and Blizzard has yet to spit some cold shit.
I guess your judgements getting clouded, with people saying Blizzard is dope.
He's getting flaky, soon enough he'll be addicted to snow,
Well expect flurries from me I hope you can't sustain bunches,
I would never hail Blizzard, I would rather rain punches.
And if theres a Mrs. Blizzard,
I hope she doesn't stick around cause if I find her on the road, than that bitch is getting plowed.
I heard women are from Venus, so the penis she catching.
She a Saturn to a monster truck the way that im smashing,
Said how I get in Uranus, you won't be able to stand it,
I made the Mercury rise, and I didn't even plant it.
See I don't have to act sick, motherfucker I am sick,
And i've been the man since I was younger than Brad is,
Growing up damn I was such a bad little bastard, that I lost my virginity, before my dad did.
But whenever you come aggressive,
Well sonny it's unimpressive.
You think that its something epic, well really its just a precense.
You only shine and grime, your whole gimmick is one dimension,
You only started rapping cause you got booted from One Direction.
I said your a little bitch boy that's that shit I don't like,
Little rich boy that's that shit I don't like,
Blizzard? Nah, thats Snow White,
He's all bark and he's no bite,
Yeah he is not the Rone type and that's that shit I don't like.
I've never seen someone so obsessed with themselves, really it's just disgusting,
Every morning he wakes up, takes a shit, and then instagrams a picture of it.
So should I call him a try hard for his style and clothes,
Or should I call him Donald Glover for his Childish flow,
Like, Pow, that's one jab to the chest, watch how I don't be smackin' his head,
I would hit him in the chin, but if I hit I hit him in the chin to him it might be snappin his neck,
Beast in the fletch,
Ill be the best from the east to the west.
This will be the echo of the very last lego but instead ill be the one to put the B's through your chest.
I really want to fuck with him,
But then again hes just a kid
So instead of suckerin him, ill just fuckin tuck him in,
So done have some dope opponents, but none this sick
You had some fans but now they wanna jump his ship
I fuck with the UK,
Brad can suck this dick,
So God save the Queen,
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