[Round 1: Prep] Yo, this should've been on Rookies vs Vets
But we had a problem getting them funds
Nah, this wasn't on Rookies vs Vets cause Smack didn't consider him one
But you're top five pens in the game
That's your stats, huh?
Best writer, next to Beloved and that's facts, huh?
Oh you second string for the Colts, you Luck's backup
I just saw your battle with Con, it was the same plot
You put Con soul in the box this where the game stop
Listen, I had to watch all of your rounds
Wasn't a bit worried
With his work we haven't seen a classic three
Back to back from Boston since Larry
Apparently LA was cutting them checks so you left
Took a shot with the West like Russian roulette
What you expect? To be buzzing in your prime?
Saw that clip with you and Daylyt AKA Davone Campbell
You won it in your mind
Didn't watch the whole vid to see you struggle every line
All it took was six seconds to tell you had trouble with Davone
That's cool, I'll take that
So 40 BARRS joins Writer's Bloque, Ironically she gets iller
Exactly how was she paying for the pen Chilla?
Oh, you writing rounds for the head like a stick figure
And you? Not the best of your group
Why are you standing here?
Against Big Kannon you wouldn't stand a chance in here
Results would've been HD, that means Kannon clear
Here's where it gets uncomfortable for him
His baby mom on Twitter said he was a dead beat
I thought something was wrong but now it all makes sense
You've been running from Born, c'mon
It's Mr. Jump to Top Tier from the Proving Ground
Against Mr. Came Dressed for a Funeral
I'm proving now you not the one
You shouldn't class me by this bum
Honestly, I feel you had your time but your clock is done
From N.O.M.E 3, your stock had plunged
Since testing DNA in the negative, you haven't been poppin', son
And I asked my homie from Boston
I said "Yo, y'all proud of Chilla?"
He said, "for what?"
I said, "for putting y'all back on the Smack card"
He said, "that for us?"
I said, "that's odd….he from Boston AKA the Mask
But never put a rapper from the Mask on this platform
Only focused on his life
So how could you disguise when you never put the Mask on?
Act wrong, I get in the zone. 10-4, hit up his home
No women or kids, copy, he's living alone
Lift up the long, ch-ch, split up his dome
Look at the flick of the wrist when I'm lifting the chrome
Spell it out, you'll find one in the middle of Jones!
Man, DMV boys

[Round 1: Chilla Jones] Smack hit my jack!
Said he seen my most recent battles and was impressed after
He said but if it ain't here, it don't count
Then he asked me about this Prep matchup
Now, URL is a league that's like a house full of the best rappers
But Smack got me battling pets
Guess I'm taking a STEP backwards and a step down!
Cause now I gotta prep rounds for Prep rounds
Y'all know I prep round killings that load clips and prep rounds
I'll give Prep rounds and whoever Prep 'round
I'm hoping it's Chess, they try to stop the bleeding
Whoever Prep 'round, holding his chest but you can see his lungs
I gave Prep round holes in his chest
But back to Smack
He said for this match, how much time you need?
I said, "Hmm…two weeks!
I can break down Prep with true ease"
See these bars is like drugs I'm pushing and dudes fiend
So I don't need to re-up in the middle of two P's
Me losing to you? Please! I dare him to try hurting me
I run through holmes and steal his shit: that's burglary!
Since N.O.M.E 3, I've certainly grown
The time it took me was essential
Battled Math, Con, and Diz…now, it's a rookie on the menu?
This a fucking mismatch, them even putting me against you!
I'm nice with the grammar, see
That's why they booked me for the venue!
I'ma end you. How? Catch you reading on the side of me then BOW
Put his thoughts in his book…that's a diary
These PGs thought I fell off and it inspired me
I'm back on point, this ain't an act you punks should try with me
You should've won UFF decisively
You had a fucking advantage, you can freestyle
But that's why I take nothing for granted
Cause he was all fumbling raps and stuck in a panic
You were supposed to expose Chess like Justin and Janet
See, I was manic on that trailer
Cause I'm the wrong one to amp in here
Fuck the cameras, look in my eyes…this ain't a glance of fear
If it get intense, you'll sleep in bags like camping gear
You lame, your rounds come out plain like landing gear
This round light, going over heads like a chandelier
You want to send a cap? Then plan it..I'm too damn prepared
Enough heart when it's war to fire
I hope your earth standing clear
'Cause my gun so big, five rings could make the planet tear!
Your manager be having random cheers and hollers for respect
She don't even book your battles
But be taking every dollar in your check
Plus she curve you when you bother her for sex
But her head is off the chain
So at least you can call her for the neck!
See I'm all about the wreck and any borough, Prep
All you pump are nickels, you can't be a thoroughbred
They ask where I been, battling international
You ever seen a Euro, Prep?
You never traveled, it just look like you do
Nigga, that's a Euro step!
No disrespect, but I ain't want to take a PG person
If he deserving, then Prep who my DE serving
I'm on my job, nigga see me working
And now this .45 will spin his bow tie like PEE-WEE HERMAN!
See, it's for certain!
You might have battled dudes that sound like me
But you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these!
BossTown!

[Round 2: Prep] Since my Dot battle, they been telling me I'm getting sloppy
I guess booking this battle, they thought you'd get a homi
In your last round you had something about acupuncture
And said the kids should try me
Acupuncture, you know what that means?
I know how to pin a body
All I had to do was put my mind to this shit
So fucking boring I can't vibe to your shit
I'm styling in this…but let's talk about your catalog
PGs, mid-tiers, not a legend that's involved
So how is your resume official when you've only been in little brawls?
Versus Math, you brought up Dizaster and that whole thing
But knowing Chilla, you probably helped with that whole scheme
I mean I was once your fan so I know you'll lose in the building
But on footage your punch gonna land and that's facts for you G
This the Panthers QB you only won on cam
And you could've picked any place, I would've bodied ya
Your rounds could be the cure for insomnia
A lot of your rounds literally have us snoozing G
You're giving me the shot but I'm here to remove the Z's
Between you and me I'm mad at you brothers
Writer's Bloque write together when they battle each other
Airin' up against your peers, well….let me put that this way
You choked up against Young Kannon and Magic
Wait, you moved up a class but name one grad you ate
Back on UFF it was mad tragic
I had problems with Chess….asthmatic
Since JC you lost somethin', you back trackin'
You Lil Wayne….Carter was your last classic
Facts is it's elite on my team…I'm a clone?
Watch the salt thrown when you speak to a king
Then watch Boston retreat from the scene
Of course we go wild, burrito style
It's a wrap when I beef with the bean
And it seems this my chance to prove I'm nice fella
Jab before hay makers, I write better
Bringing down King Pen, all it take is the right setup
Jerome Jones? What should I say to him?
Let's duel to the death like gladiators in the stadium
Beams on the heckler raising him
I wait for war to surround Rome like the Mediterranean
I'm baitin' him into the fight, we can still tussle
You can feel knuckles or let steel touch you
Eleven ring in Boston, it ain't Bill Russell
Since you left, you've been taking lower payments…all facts
Been losing: to Math, Day, and all that
Going through withdrawals you've been shaky off Smack
Tell your bae to fall back if you still in love
Cause on the real bro, she can get it bruh
All it took was a sentence to give her dick but I ain't hear the judge
You remind me of Action Bronson, how is this so?
Okay well let me tell y'all why that's a quote
For dissing a killer I'll make him apologize with his Ghost
DMV boys, man

[Round 2: Chilla Jones] How you gon' murder me…with all debatables and lost fights?
You all hype…blowing smoke on the low like exhaust pipes
They only book you cause your cost light
Nowadays, Chilla cost an arm and a leg like frostbite!
Your bars…aight
But Smack told me don't take him light
July 25th, Redemption…we'll create the hype, styles make the fight
Then I watched you and that Christian mingle
And knew you would see God as soon as we had the date in sight
Alright…see I'm Boston's team captain
And tonight, I put my foot where I can address you like Steve Madden
You really think you beat the Don?
No you don't…he's gassing
Come clean, or you getting drug again…like you relapsing
He think this ain't throwing bullets by his ears 'till the breeze pass him
When I left Smack y'all knew me as the scheme champion
I'm different now, I can kill him with quick punches..I call it speed bagging
I can rebuttal, switch the flow to mean rapping with unique patterns
I can do angles, personals, break him down with his weak faction
God DAMN! I got more weapons in the ring than the Green Lantern!
I need answers!
How I'mma lose to a dude that be rapping goofy?
Prep, I'm nice with the poker, honest
I'll leave you inside out for acting rudely
Intestines tangled against the wall, he frozen when I smack his coofie
'Cause you a lad in a bow tie, claiming you strapped with Uzis
Stop lying, king, before a shot go "Bam!" behind your black Suzuki
Then cars up and bolt soon as I give this rat a toolie!
I'm rapping movies 'cause this PG animated like Disney flicks
Y'all seen me get mad…well, now the kid spazzing like hissy fits
Dog will catch a round in his mouth…it ain't a Frisbee disc
I'm cruising with that old Tom, but that's risky biz
His real name: Brandon Chambers
I learned that from my man in VA
He said you wouldn't do a bid for the cannon
Trying to cop a cam from eBay
This next punch gon' feel like a crowbar
Cause you gon' die on the set from the handgun we spray
But…should I give Brandon leeway?
Or should I say, "Fuck it!", AND DO HIM THE BRANDON LEE WAY!?
I can't stand what he say, so I'm gunning you Prep
My aim wonderful, yes you get one if you step
You can spot me lifting pounds like I'm running through reps
To spin Chambers with the bullet like it's Russian Roulette
I'm a vet…how could you not see?
So I'll stick a bullet in the clip and blast Chambers
Fuck what the hollow cost!
The bullet ate off his face because y'all tried to gas Chambers
I'll grab bangers…run up in your crib on some crazy stuff
Catch you with your wifey Daisy…don't try to play me tough
I aim at her…Prep jump in front of her when them 80s bust
I'm putting your bow on her head so tell Daisy duck
What the fuck? I don't know what these weird rebels is drinking
These daredevils trying to make a villian out of the King Pen
Homie I be killing the booth without blinking
You'd probably get killed by the booth you Abe Lincoln
Fuck was you thinking, trying to sound me!?
Cause you ain't never stood in front of three rounds like these
BossTown!

[Round 3: Prep] I won't lie, that last round you fucking snapped
It was fucking crack but who would I be if I didn't rebuttal that
Now he got a whole bunch of bars about guns and he liftin' cigs
How he run up on your street and how he bendin' cribs
But that Disney scheme was the only time you had clips for kids
Rebuttals come easy to me, that's something that you know
When me and you going back and forth, we ain't just rapping bro
Plus you had a Brandon Lee bar…your setup was kinda average bro
Your first ehh your last draggin' you never had the glow
Your first perception is only based on your image dog
How many people would hire you dressed like this at all?
I'm gonna teach you how to get some occupation, okay?
Get you a train ticket, get you a transfer, probably hit the mall
Go to Aldo's, look for some shoes, winged tips and all
Some pants, a size 34, a 36 and all
You don't like the bow tie? Okay, then get the long
A cardigan, maybe a blazer, get some men involved
Time out…Lux told y'all to get this work, I'm showing you how to get the job!
Let's get to bars, I feel disappointed…it's like I let you down
Remember that bar you had? "Disappoint…okay I let you down"
Whatever, I didn't think he really rolled with heavy pounds
No excuses these clips came with every round
We always come with the heat, but why use the lark
When I can give him a quick buck 50 and what I'm using sharp
I'll make this nigga leak online like WWE they'll have to remove the heart
So you brought Boston with you? Okay
Supposed to believe y'all live dumping like somebody gonna pull out a Glock…bust it
I doubt if something popped off your mob jump in
Think he'll protect you? That's Bill Collector he wouldn't sock nothing
This shit is all off the top, my rebuttals are better than your worst battles
You said something about a Euro step it's like your team traveled
Okay if I put this beam at you just think about tonight
Your top will get the shotgun like the first battle
DMV boys taking over the roster
Me, Ty Law, and Zone the three-headed monster
DMV boys man

[Round 3: Chilla Jones] So in case y'all didn't know, Prep came out the closet on Twitter
But said his ex hacked him and tried to dead the shit
But I'ma be real with you Prep…most of us wasn't even surprised when we read the shit
But I salute you; the first bisexual battler to show Smack where them bars at
But every time you say some gangsta sounding shit, we might have to pause that
So when you be like: "How the bow tie killer live a savage life with bags of white and if it's beef you quick to grab the pipe."
We gotta pause that
So when you tell niggas how you see us you hope our guard is up with llamas tucked
Cause you and your whole team hard as fuck?
We gotta pause that
So when you tell niggas how you got bangers on set and you riding around strapped up with flamers on deck?
We gotta pause that
So is you blood or is you crip? Who your gang toe tagging?
You can deny it…I think we all know you rainbow flagging
With that gay ol' fashion you be skinny jean, bow tie, Kangol swaggin
Out the bar sippin' a mixed drink called the Mango Passion
But now I'm rationed…like you ain't know about this NuNu?
Wow the fuckery is outstanding
Ain't it ironic? A manager that knows nothing about branding
Try demanding respect I won't front…niggas might laugh
Cause when addressed he'll weave the topic and get his life dragged
Jones…doing numbers on the square, like a price tag
And when his piece offering, it ain't a white flag
I'm tight mad dumping a ratchet, it ain't a breakup
Shots in his vest steams his chest like Cakes Up
Prep vs. Th3 Saga if we box, straight up
After the punch, NuNu in the background screaming "Wake up!"
So if it shake up I got the straight drop on you
You movin' crack that mag sparks my young guns going state prop on you
That trey cocked and it may pop on you
But since you from Maryland, fuck it…I'ma go Tay Roc on you
Gun Bar King, what you lack is that street feel
Your rounds got you feeling yourself like E pills
Gun tucked I run up on him like steep hills
The buck make my adrenaline rush…that's a cheap thrill
I sleep with two nines I keep steel
I gotta couple, I menage with my guns…these my Meek Mills
It's real on the strip with a lot of extortion
They thought I should pass the torch? Well I thought I should torch him
And kill the kid…this is not an abortion
I blow a portion out of Prep just for blowing shit out of proportion
That's light!
But since y'all hyped I might Surf you
That means Kenneth Cole, three-piece, bow tie, nice shirt you
Choir in the pulpit, NuNu in the front row…white hearse you
With a clip about this long and it flip both ways like vice versa
But that's Tsu's gat, I got a new strap and the shit's special
The clip's this long and it goes both ways just like Prep do
God bless you
So tell Shine it's that time, your shine you 'bout to lose it now
Against Mr. Jump to Top Tier from the Proving Grounds
Boss town!