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[Round 1: Krome] So they booked Krome vs Young America for World Domination Shit, Gully, you're the man This like the best match-up you could book for 30 grand But before I start, I want to mention something Cause shit's getting redundant So let me bring this up, before you get to the subject Yeah I'm French, and what I lack in vocab I make up for with substance This my second language, and dude still get left buried in punches So you got French jokes? They all do You should call me a frog too Think that shit'll work? Not on me, I'm the wrong dude And I let that shit fly; You frog food So fuck the jokes, cause they paid to see this And the frogs got the bodies covered like the plagues of Egypt They put a bottom feeder, verse a great behemoth So trip and get rocked faster than Schumacher, try take a ski trip And if y'all noticed the accent, then your thoughts missing As soon as I start spitting, it's easy to tell who really talk different So let's talk JeFF, we only fuck with you because your E. Farrell's pocket puppy We don't care about your dope rhymes, we woudn't give you credit You've been on a roll, but only got your drive from a cosign You're not a rapper, you're a con, an actor Your humour's what's sought after And we know Farrell helped out with the bars: he Jon Taffer So they said I can't win this battle, they were wrong though I came to turn JeFF to a John Doe I'm known to shit on a GZ rapper, I'm Sean Zo Let's go! The fans thought I was gone, but they brought me back in the Six: I'm Jon Snow The two-piece too sweet, get hit with a combo Better guard your chin, I'll scar your grin if your arms low And inevitably, this is where the gun talk come into convo The cannon in my hand, you get hit with it pronto I'll stretch skin on a barrel like I'm making a bongo That's means one wrong move, and your gone [?] And when it comes to GZ Toronto, I make magic out these raps like Bismack Biyombo And that's round 1 [Round 1: JeFFrey] So Gully, sent me a carrier pigeon Said "You want on World Dom?" I sent one back, saying "You already know, let's go" "Who you got in mind for the kid?" He sent one back, it said Krome I killed the bird Toronto rock with me more than you, I'm comfortable as it gets I'm really loving the 6ix, like you when you started cuffing your bitch I'm running this shit, you didn't earn this spot, there's something different What is it? Enough privilege? I mean let's be real Canada's desperate for new talent, just is what it is That's why Gully's pushing Krome like 20-inch rims You're a nobody, I get new fans every event You sketching, trying to ride off my movement You don't get views, like Tidal music That's an ITunes exclusive The true champ I got a buzz like the first day of bootcamp So why would I do this? Only I could beat me, I ain't lying/lion that's just the pride that I move with But what more can I say? He gone regret getting a shot like Gordon Bombay You still use put him in a box bars Your punches/punch is outdated like the fighting Irish I'm futuristic, my voice alone got them spinning in the chair, like Miley Cyrus You be the judge, I'm from America, so why/Y he getting Xed if Krome is home? You got no fans, well I even got a pump from the trailer like Lil G's first mobile home So don't make me go flex like Post Malone So muscular, I got better traps than Kevin McCallister in Home Alone And you ain't shooting me, your gluten free If he had to choose one GZ division to ride for, he'd choose the D (It's a gay joke) You got two dads and a girls name; Maxine I been that thug You been a bitch, your senior quote was "Live, laugh, love" I found his yearbook It ain't a gameboy/game boy get a cartridge in the back if I'm holding the tec/tech Or I'll pull out a blade, and you'll catch a buck fifty, like Pokemon Red I only battle on the road, we ain't rolling the same If you came to L.A., this bitch would be running out the Bunker, like Cloverfield Lane I am better than you, I did fuck your bitch, you can never slap the shit out me But go ahead and try tell them something they don't know about me [Round 2: Krome] So JeFF, you said Canadians don't have guns And for that statement, this round we gone have fun Cause when I said I'm a different kind of rapper, I was lying I'm generic as fuck and I got gun lines for days So I hope you expect these shots and they ain't candid Got shooters that'll clap for nothing; they plane-landing Rapid fire, lead from the magmum The chain on the revolver spit more than JeFF when he rapping Leaving him wet, I don't see no man as a threat This ratchet dumped on more losers than a Bachelorette What I conceal will blow half his face And make his cap easy to peel like masking tape And you like to talk shit online? Well I'm off that I came to talk shit to your face, and you can't blog that Still got the dot for him/Dot Forum if he talk back/TalkBack And you died verse Foreman you ain't all that So let's battle for World Dom Think you gone win today? You dead wrong America ain't lose this bad since Vietnam I won't run up on JeFF with tecs drawn, it's Rob Furlong Canadian kill-shot, a thousand metres out I'm a savage sniper Let one buck on his cap like Jägermeister So keep a heater tuck, then get your Caesar cut And then I'm cold in the box; Reefer truck Homie you're weak as fuck Foreman sent me nudes of your girl, that bitch fat but she sexy Shit, started to tap me I had a plan like Russell Brand; I'mma stroke her walls after smoking her JeFFrey So go head, pass me a soda; Preferably Pepsi Last Canadian this nice y'all heard of was Gretzky So thinking this an easy win, JeFF bugging Head brush him, like he the only name on the card; McLovin I wish Laugh N' Stalk killed you, or even just said something Instead he chose to dummy talk and look at how JeFF done him/Jeff Dunham But this ain't a flashback, and I'm nothing to laugh at And next round I'mm talk to your soul And excuse my French; It always comes off when I'm talking to hoes Let's go [Round 2: JeFFrey] Congratulations you little flappy headed fuck That round your French accent actually sounded tough But, you ain't my fwend buddy And I ain't your buddy pal My type? Fly; Aerial Your type? Comic Sans; Your type funny style You've got a resting bitch face That matches the rest of your bitch life Your girlfriend eats you out, pussy; Yeh that bitch dyke But I'm off it, my gun on the first date with a bitch It can't wait to bang, we on different planes This kid light up a room like Stranger Things You ain't strapped, you never raise your led like cursive penmanship Nice try for World Dom, but war with an American, the .45 is the end of shit I got a Smith N Wesson from Mass I got a Colt from Connecticut I got a Remington from New York I got a... You don't need to hear the rest of it But don't test it kid It ain't fake like wrestling man [Filming error, JeFFrey's audio is temporarily silenced] ... American cans like Budweiser I got a chrome magnum, that'll leave Krome's cap looking chrome magnum Not cause he barbaric, cause he'll find his body in the dirt when I toe-tag him, bitch! You don't want to tangle with this cat This ain't opposite to track It's like A Goofy Movie, why? Because I brought macs across the country lets see if your dogs popping back I leave your city in ruins like Sodom McMore I'm more fire than a spire when it rock at the door I drink a lot, my liver shot like Bas Rutten I fucking raw, I've probably got something viral like cop shootings My life? They compare it to movies Cause I rose from the concrete and started pedalling white girl like American Beauty I run shit, you never done shit But fuck up every card Gully put you on on some Dunsh shit I'm a pimp, my game got bras off and cups dropping like a party found When you try kick it with bitches you always fall for a trick like Charlie Brown Yeah... Your girl a hoe, she got a big face like the Easter Island Before I fucked her she gave me a little head like the Zika Virus I'm sick baby, if I get to clapping a handgun I'm gone be taking son/sun out like the National Anthem So I went on Google Chrome, and googled "Krome" And guess what came up? A link to download Google Chrome Your a nobody! Time! [Round 3: Krome] Alright JeFF, so this the third round and I'ma talk to you Cause they told you your the best ever Sold you a dream, and made you believe, but no matter how many people you fool You'll never reach the top, it's like a pyramid scheme So you act like you got no, love for the scene And your better than everybody, and the fans are all sheep Like you resent the culture You don't want us to see that Just step away from the mic if you're annoyed by the feedback The nerve of you, calling other rappers copy-cats You sound like Farrell and Bangz at the fusion dance So listen champ I don't want to hear you rant or preach originality with a style that you revend I can't blame you, or even shame your rapping You went from annoying hype man to the main attraction Teaming up with Farrell really caused a chain reaction But your stuck in the shadow now, and you can't get past it Young America, repping the states all fly and cocky Till he land in the wrong place, fuck around and get killed If he says the iron pop; it's Ryan Lockton We know this American lying about the steel And, get beat to death I believe in violence Cave in the kid's head like the Zika Virus Till the afterlife, when you meet Osiris And you get your face rocked; like Easter Island So I got this battle with JeFFrey covered After this? I don't think JeFF recover He'll be acting like a bitch; That's Young Thug on a Jeffery cover So putting money on JeFF? Nothing short of a gamble The odds of that? About the same as Dunsh showing up for a battle So I'm off the hype When they say JeFFrey fire now, it comes across as "Clips 3-0" or "Arsonal never lost" We don't believe that shit It's just a funny way to talk, cause your a clown and... This is entertainment after all but, I guess this is how I end my last round And on the upside me and, ah, I'm homies with Frak now Thank you [Round 3: JeFFrey] Ladies and gentleman, I'm glad we about to get this on camera I'm about to give you a brief history lesson on America and Canada But first, let's take it back to the first humans to ever exist The date? July 4th, 1776! Sitting by a fire which was dimly lit Thomas Jefferson had an epiphany He was like "Yo I'm tired of this birdish shit So he picked up his nine, got Benjamin Franklin on the phone He's like "It's time for war" Ben' was like "Let's go!" So they hit up Eurgh Or, whoever the leader of "OK Britain" was And they said "what's up?" "You gone give us our freedom, or we gone take it, what's up?" Fuck! They were like "Can this wait till after tea time, y'all sound proper mad" Thomas was like "Eh, too late there's a nuke on the way, you gone get it bad" Boom, boom, this happened, boom Our education systems again; Boom So the new kid, there's dead children and women everywhere But waiting is scarier... Some of them survived, but nuclear fallouts' why most of them today look like Simpsons characters But, armed with watercress sandwiches and crumpets, they're naval fleet was already on the way They got news that the queen was dead, they were gonna make us pay So they showed up on the East Coast like "Let's get it cracking" Thomas Jefferson flew by on a dragon I read this So since British soldiers are only trained to stand completely still That's what they did, they all got killed! Except for one of them Slightly above retarded, aborted Then he swam all the way to the Canadian shore His name? Tim Horton! So Tim Horton found Canada Then, he fucked a maple tree That's it But fast forward - we don't learn about other countries Fast forward to the day Recently, the Montreal Expos changed to the Washington National That just shows your city's heavy hitters would rather be down with America's capitol Cause the U.S. is the best, no debate that's factual We're diverse and violent, y'all soft and wetter than tuna casserole That is soft It don't even matter what state you in We lock kids behind bars like a baby crib What's crazy is we wouldn't change for shit And by the way, Young America for the chain, let's make GZ great again