Rone vs. Prophit

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[Intro: Mad Illz] To my left hand side we got Prophit... [Prophit] It's your boy Prophit AKA Pro AKA Pro fit, AKA Hard White, ask your girl [Mad Illz] Big up to WorldStar. On my right hand side we got Rone... [Rone] It's your boy Rone AKA The Muffin Man AKA Crisco AKA My Grandma's Favorite Grandson ask my grandma [Round 1: Prophit] Yo! My freestyles alone will tear the kid Off top I'm on point like a pyramid And I stay smoking the cess I'm focused and blessed, I'll open ya chest You couldn't move [crowds if most of them left?] And this hoe is so frail He was first to judge me riding DNA's coat tail Well here's the difference now that I'm facing this bitch You're striking out and I'm making the hits And when you spit you look like you're struggling taking a shit You're career is going nowhere And you swear you're so hot This clown sounds like a short circuit robot You're basic and fucking wack, so face it you suck in rap It's like fighting someone with no arms, I'm punching but he ain't punching back And what you bring your frat boys to make noise and get their cheer on? Why don't you go back to Penn State and stick to playing beer pong I'll smack you and your friends I don't drop jewels, I just loosen the gems And you should listen to the knowledge I drop Pay homage I'm hot, Prophit's on top And anything his pen states I know he's lying He's the college mascot See if I talk at it, I'm living it, I'm backing it I'm a punchline marathon and you couldn't last a lap in it [Round 1: Rone] See I have the means but I don't wanna torture him I feel bad it's a rabbit racing Ali this tortoise flip He's overcome all kinds of odds, we should be supporting him Like, making it out of the storage bin you were aborted in You fetus Yeeeeeah, you know what's up you boney fuck You got a chin we can use to open up coconuts Either that or you have just legally just suffered from Progeria But think you're hard just because your ears are tucked Shit, another white kid that wants to be a black one He probably used to "ask" questions but now he "ax" 'em He thinks he's Black like a Panther, a bad mama jamma He thinks his street cred is up if he doesn't have any grammar I said, "What's wrong with you people? It's too easy to beat you." He said, "HUH! What do you mean, 'You people?'" Yo, son is the truth, I'm not fucking with you White battle rappers suck as a rule And I hope y'all are prepared to listen to a bunch of generic disses We both know you need punchlines but we both know it's fiction You'll fuck me up? Now I know you're kidding You fucked my mom? No you didn't My girl's a whore? No she isn't! [Round 2: Rone] Yo, you act hard, but I don't buy what you're selling me Pops has probably paid but he shrouds it stealthily He's embarrassed so he hides his wealth from me I can barely stand how his fam' shops at LL Bean Shit, just to get to this battle you probably had to sneak out Cause if dad knew you were rapping you'd catch a beat down And he tries to convince him that it's not lame But they just diss him and say it's his "hip hop phase" As far as self loathing whites, no one's beating duke The only person that hates you more than me is you He'll probably talk about how he's been real 'til his lips peel But then flinch when leaves fly into the windshield of his Big Wheel He calls himself "Hard White" and really thinks that's clever That's gayer than anyone I've ever battled and have you seen my track record? "Hard White" he claims, he said to ask my lady She said, "Oh yeah, Prophit, I smacked that baby" I said, "Baby, you can't go around around smacking babies" She said, "What about out of pocket faggots that are acting crazy?" I said, "...oh yeah, you can smack them. That's fine. Whenever you want." And this round, I might've gone a little overboard Insulting an open sore and you might've gotten your feelings hurt Well bitch, that's what I was going for [Round 3: Rone] See I read the Bible Chapter 13, Deuteronomy says you should be put to death for your false prophecies And Matthew says a bad tree will bare bad fruit And I know a fruit when I see one you fag you If you're a prophet, I swear I'm an atheist You're such a baby dick it makes me sick Doom is imminent bitch you can see the sharks fins So we'll never see Prophit's butt out of his profit margin Yo, you'll get cooked like a Hot Pocket Cause you look like a Hobgoblin You're think you're making money off this rap shit Well you will not profit/Prophit Some N.P.O. shit, that's what you're on Oh, and that's Non Profit Organization for the fucking morons! See you suck awfully but I got a lot of boss in me Shit I get brain while I give lobotomies I know everything for a soccer teams to copping trees I've read every one of Socrates philosophies, so how the fuck you topping me? How the fuck you stopping me? Prophit please, make me a prophecy! And if you can't, it's okay We won't hold you to nothing I'm just saying, if you were a prophet, you would've known this was coming