King of the Dot - Bonnie Godiva vs Pnut lyrics

[Round 1: Bonnie Godiva] Let me talk to y'all before I get in my groove Last time I was around, I beat Realiztic in four days So tell me what do I got left here to prove? I know he asked for a name but, I asked for one too So why the f** did I get left here with you? They say a closed mouth don't get fed but Y'all gave me P Nut/peanut and now it's like an elephant's in the room But I know, you like to freestyle right? So what you gon' say? I'm the elephant? Well go ahead then, come up here and front Just know that one wrong move, I'll be an elephant to you That just mean I'm putting Nut in the trunk You think you King Of The Dot, I post up, waiting for him to TalkBack He ain't think I was crazy til I'm in Nut house/nuthouse with my arms strapped Everything you say, dick and a**, we both had DNA but I'm not that You can try dumping me but I'm not Math Who you kidding? My n***as use to gorillas This half white boy die where the croc's at You not rap, your two fans in L.A. will k** you in secs to bring 'Pac back The Glock clap, they couldn't protect Nut with a jock strap You got that? I can tell from your frail a** wrists you do not scrap So get the 10 if you want I wouldn't miss the P Nut/peanut if he leaned sideways with a top hat Your girl? I know just where to plant her/planter That's why y'all bugging thinking he more talented I'll draw on him and put his frame all over the wall for the peanut gallery Boy you f**ing with great, hide your filler it's a f**ing disgrace Don't just rap n***a, be that n***a Give me something that's ugly, that's nasty to taste Say some sh** like, "Bonnie would use your grill as a cum rag but you're used to having Nut in your face." See that's half of the bait but y'all get slashed at a bank and still wouldn't cut to the Chase You know what's up Like if we had a shootout, you showing up? n***a even suited for war First round he freezed next to the Cal' like Loaded Lux So go 'head and call me a "b**h" n***a But I'll put this b**h n***a in a cobra clutch You think I won't crack a shell open and leave you leaking you sniffing that c**a Nut/coconut Your blood? They'll be soaking up And here's how the story goes The 40, blew Nut through the wall, that's a glory hole The last n***a I battled, I'm saying that cause you a Deadman too But anyway, the last n***a I battled, QP, yeah he was on the Maury Show But you gon' get the First 48 and no words, just text under the table like boring dates I cool, hell You'll get pennies for thoughts, I move wells So who you trying to showboat for? I mean we all caught wind that your crew sailed You're too frail and I don't spare shook n***as so don't you dare look bitter This ain't lunchtime, it's crunch time And every bone in P Nut still look brittle So don't stare too long or knife victim, I ice pick him You'll leave here facing more holes than The Saurus's yearbook pictures YTG [Round 1: P Nut] Ayo Bonnie G Who gon win? Prolly me It's battle of the s**es, but say I got sloppy D it's Rocky 3 You bring a hot to the ring than Folgers, coffee beans, pop and squeeze Hit your left and right wing; hockey team Golly G I, give her the piece/peace that's Gandhi steez And leave dots on her muffin like poppy seeds I'm possibly, the wrong one to bicker with I don't know which angle to take, but even if it's hit or miss I'll hit a miss with the same dish she made dinner with f** your Twitter pics I got two words for you: stripper tits You're only s**y when the liquor hits and still can't please where Richard is Survival of the fittest Think we fam' until I flip the script Dig a ditch and leave a sister behind like Cinderella when the slipper fits I'm sick of this, but it's cool, cause we ain't close So we ain't gotta bond Bon', rub the buns Bon' She ain't fat, she got Puffy jeans/genes that's Sean John You f** rappers than brag about it, my respect for you is long gone I'll burn Bon' with the Tom Tom, I'm Don Juan k** the p**y then sleep inside it like a Tonton I lock on- Star Wars sh** I lock on everything from men to you, you pa**ed Math John John was lesson two, I ain't really trying to focus on the men and you But it's funny how them pounds gave a trend to you Rep your crew, YTG, used to be Innuendo Cause we in yo' window, and if you with it, in the end you win doe But, when do you win though? Funny how you switch crews but still let dudes in your window So f** the chain, your name alone has a rep for p**n So the question forms, who's next? Ness or Born? Chef or Storm? Ayo Debo, it's obvious you're less informed The only shot she deserves the Depo form I mean ain't you heard? Less is more you attention who*e You leave black balls dry, you're a peppercorn You used to be good, now a days your progression poor So back it Bonnie, if you rap, you prolly seen the back of Bonnie That's why nobody's backing Bonnie So laugh at Bonnie cause if two tits equal a title shot, I'm attacking Bonnie I'll pack a Tommy and split the couple like Shaq and Shaunie Rest in peace to Caddy sh**, now a days I'm on the same path as Ronnie That means I'll start with one hit than give her more If my dawgs want a piece I tell them "sic the who*e" The second she hit the floor? I give her my knee (Hermione) like Gryffindor That's Hermione-her my knee, Gryffindor I'll put her in the figure four You may have battled some f**ing men but you ain't seen this sh** before Time [Round 2: Bonnie Godiva] They really flew me, back from NY to Cali, just to give you a shot This is an actual Biggie But whoever a**ist in this chapel get drawn on like this is Vatican City You think you matching up with me? Boy if I throw a jab to your kidney One nip will leave you hanging like you're actual titties The thought of you harming me, comedy I'm not a P Nut fan Your dogs sleeping on you holmes It could be you and Snoop, that still wouldn't be a P Nut gang Go run and hide, f** who told you, you tough, your mother lied But choose wrong and you'll lose blood like a cousin died This f*g wouldn't pop, he got the swag of a cop, I wonder why Hmmm Maybe you should stand next to Farrell, you been a Mark, that makes you The Other Guys I should get you chucked off the roof No, you might as well just run off and jump You better Step Brother before I put Nut on a drum But on another note, I give Nut the bu*ter and watch the f**er choke Calling animal cruelty how P's the (PETA) one spilling blood on his coat PETA spill- it's aight This outdated ba*tard is a Shady rapper Like on the surface he look and ready But inside he's really all forgiving, promotes wholesome living And even says "no" to women I mean you should see it Soon as they give him a hole to dig in He's like, "You know what? Maybe we should call it a night. I don't want to make the wrong decision." I mean P Nut, make up your mind are you a smuck or (Smucker) not? Do P Nut freeze up when he see the jam? Well either hand make you fly from the Hook like Peter Pan I give Peter, pan Split P down to vegetable soup, I'm Progressive I keep a can But since you look like Uncle Fester I see the reason you need a hand I'll let my whole team do her dirty, Lebron style when I let your moms have it These bars right here, Monday morning at welfare, the lines ratchet And you s** on beat, you might as well blow a candle and start waxing Cause you live the life of a p**y so b**h make your bars match it You swear you prone to violence but complain vers' Dose that you ain't known That's childish I know real n***as with pops that they don't acknowledge Who grew up broke and jobless, got hope in college Then still graduated, broke and jobless And you mad about rap n***a? If you was a real black n***a, you'd know your whole f**ing life gon' be a broken promise But y'all think P Nut special right? So go 'head with them stories and get a laugh About QP writing for me Or Math looking up to as a better dad But real talk, I made myself pop, with my father's approval Now I'm at a door (matador) so when I hear that bull I ain't never mad Cause I know deep down inside You just mad that I get the career that you'll never have YTG [Round 2: P Nut] I said ahh Battling Bonnie, I ain't got a bit of worry Hit man for hire, get green over beef like chimichurri Flip the birdy, Xcel, Dose and you I'll make a name off the three and get a glimpse of Curry I'm sick, if y'all think the chick can cure me, she chicken curry She got her eyes on the chain, but her vision blurry I'm vicious, nerdy, mean punches, the quickest flurry That hit below the belt, like her tits at 30 Let's be real, this whole sh** is gimmick worthy I told people I'm battling Bonnie They said, "P why? Cause if she had a dick she'd be another rapper on PY." See I know the facts, no holding back You could be anything in life...man, who the f** told you that? I mean you should be an actress with a golden plaque Cause you play a part whenever rappers grope your back The list goes on but let's close the gap You can't be a model engrossed in fat Your body you Let It Go, that's a Frozen track Frozen tracks, you can't make a move so you're phoning Smack Cause battling is your only outlet, you're a cul de sac I notice that you play the gender role like the sh**'s corrupt But give it up, it's not cause you're a woman that we're quick to punk I mean listen up, if you were really top ten, you'd be listed once But the ship has sunk I mean yeah, you got the power to script the punch But we don't like Lisa Leslie and that b**h can dunk! This chick's a stunt You fish for funk I'll rock yo' sh** backwards like I missed the bus Let's be real, you don't bring sh** to this league but tits and trunk King Of The Dot, without Bonnie it ain't missing much Our resumes got a different touch I rely on bodies, YOU can't catch a body so you rely on yours to build it up But the jig is up, jiggle bu*t You want a shot at the chain? How 'bout you f**ing win for once? It's probably asking a little much, but stop looking for handouts Try being a push up bra and use your pad to lift you up I said "f** Bonnie", I hate you from your face to your titty tat Your punches ain't sh**, they pity pats So gimme that, you gon' face a Hollow, like they pity Pat See I'm a Bad Boy, tell Diddy that 50 gats coming for G-Unit like 50 raps That semi clap? You'll get it near the bush, that's a Wrigley catch What the f** you gon' do? Diddly jack Stand there and just receive the damage You got two options, leave or vanish I'm better than you so, I give me advantage Who's winning? Me ho (mi hijo) I ain't speaking Spanish [Round 3: Bonnie Godiva] You talking 'bout using my pad to life me up, right? Well I can turn one of your lines better that you just said to show I'm dope with that What you should've said is, I'll come through and give your whole street a round, that's a cul de sac I seen your last battle in [?] boy Now I'm off the Dose, let's cut the jokes Divorce couple ain't bad, we ain't f**ing close Don't get it twisted like nuts and bolts I'll give Nut the bolt but as far as nuts, I'm cutting both I mean, I'm dealing with P Nut, right? You've been coming out your shell lately So I'm thinking it's time I up and roast Why you look so salty P Nut? Is it cause you a Finding Nemo fan Or cause when you jerk off it squirt off and you don't even need both hands? On top of that, we don't know if you got a baldy or a Cesar fam' It's either like you got the worst barber or best chemo plan How you trying to campaign for presidents if nobody knows your face? You wanna know why you on the most underrated run ever? Cause nobody knows your race Like are you Haitian? Mexican? Middle Eastern? Half Caucasian? Are you f**ing, I don't know, Spanish? Portuguese? Pacific Islander? Are you Asian? You know what? I think he's Indian cause now I'm having reservations Like, I'm a heavyweight, sick with the sk** He featherweight, he just stick to the quill I would say you best in the house n***a But you was never a top pick in the field I mean you have right? But that don't mean you can rap with n***as And having action figures, only means you get no action, figures Save your penmanship, derelict heritage, pace for emphasis You could switch up your tone but you ain't the stereotype AM feminine Let's settle this You were the first to get booked then brought light in the game, that's Sega Genesis But I'm the second b**h to take you out the Family, Guy cause Mega Definite I mean, wake up I know, I know you hate AM (Ayem) Every morning the hate hang over your head seeing as how you hate AM (Ayem) But you picked the wrong night And we gon' see if it dawn on you after I break AM (Ayem) I'm 730 but the big hand on the .45, you'll get ate/8:00 AM (Ayem) The Glock that I enter, like a doc with no temper I never felt patience .22 pinned to his head if he Hellraising Then you know what I'ma do Y'all know what I'ma do to P Nut? (What?) Put him underground with a shell casing But you know what? You ain't even flip that sh** about elephants, that's sad You a little irrelevant b**h That's why they see P Nut dropping now Cause you ain't use to all that elephant sh** YTG [Round 3: P Nut] I ain't have to flip that elephant sh** And that cul de sac line I liked it better, see when it comes to this battle sh** We got different views, this sh** is true Your tits are what positioned you, but listen boo I don't care if you show up bu*t naked to this battle, your gimmick's through I mean yeah, s** sells but sometimes we wonder which are you? I mean it's real talk, I came here to wig on Bonnie Like that f**ing wig on Bonnie I said word on the street, people scared to battle Bon' I guess I fell for that bait like the tackles strong But this a mismatch the fashion wrong I get it, she rapped against men so y'all clap along Til I spin her in circles, that's a Gravitron See you, you babble on so a gat is drawn If you put her on the same level Gat' is on f** this battle, I just came to hit, but don't pa** the bong Cause in this rap world, rumors get pa**ed along Cause for years, we ain't know you rap We just knew you from the head like how Galactus drawn I'll battle anyone, I don't care if it's chick or man Knock her down then ghetto soccer high, kick her cans Beat me sh**, you better have a different plan You have no chance before you entered the ring, you Vince McMahon I give a f** what Bonnie is, fat broad or skinny chick I hate everything about you, I'm a Disney flick So get me lit, there's a round coming at you, that's frisbee sh** f** Bonnie, I had better options, the list be thick You were number 66, I'm here to shoot down warriors, I'm the Lizzie clique One shot burn her chest, that's a whisky sip You sick of gun bars? Cool, I'm with the sh** I'll ditch the clip and k** her with no 'matic that's gypsy sh** See Bonnie, you don't got bars like that Your bars type wack There's a reason Matt left you and he ain't march back No I'm just playing See I don't know the history of this woman here To get over Math, prolly took a year As wifey material, you prolly had him shook in fear Cause how could he expect you to cook in the kitchen, sh** you can barely cook in here I know, I know, I know, I know "He's using the Math angle, uh!" Of course I would, it's a planned win, you don't like it? Get a stand in I went from the b**h Math put his hands on to the b**h put his hands in So listen Bonnie, just shut the f** up and own the sh** Cause everything I f**ing say is true From every rapper you f**ing screw to the buzz you blew, it's nothing new If the chain had a dick she would s** it too Listen, here's what you do You treated your life like a reality show til reality shows The only person you're Punk'd is you So I can't talk about Math? You f**ing hypocrite You made a name off the people that trusted you to please the little girl that's stuck in you To the point you look in the mirror and wonder "Who the f** are you?" So...who the f** are you? You wanna be treated like a woman? f**ing act like one You wanna be a title contender? f**ing rap like one You keep acting like a b**h, you'll get slapped like one And I've been waiting to say that f**ing word since I spat line one