King of the Dot - Bender vs Fredo lyrics

Round 1: Bender This ain't no challenge to Fredo Algebra What, y'all didn't remember He's been taking heads in school, but sh** I must've skipped that semester But I've been taking notes since days ago, managed to stitch them together So now, Algebra's getting chucked out here comes the physics Professor You fat-headed f**! This here's your valediction I'm bout my business like Saudi prisons Fre' I'm out of your zone You can't mimic the sound or counterfeit it with a thousand digit algorithm! Brainstorm till a lake form I'm taking Fredo out on that boat! I came down from Mount. Olympus, y'all couldn't reach the base-camp You powder sniffing a pound a minute pal for thinking that the blades match How you living? I'm just trying to tell them where my brains at Brace your back, I break a BAT in half without a Bane mask! I heard you beast in cyphers Sharper off the top than a peaky blinder But I think they going overboard with the gas like a deep-sea diver Plus your girl said when you be inside her? It's like a mosquito biting So if I get her wet she'll give me a little head like the Zika Virus Get it through that watermelon, I was brought here to sacrifice it You gone feel this pain a lifetime long like a crash survivor Or like you poor mother, from when that noggin was trapped inside her And she opted for naturals chop her without rhinoceros tranquilliser I mean sh**, your my favourite opponent I loved you in Bog's adventure I'ma savour this moment Big boneded b**h looking like Raven-Symoné f** taking that dome for the trophy case I may just go bowling I'm an eighties story heartless salivating force of darkness You a baby born, to pray upon I came to organ harvest You're basic, boring, harmless What y'all pay him for? He garbage Old Nintendo cartridge chip, you blew the game before it started My sh**'s more beautifully imagined than you can even phantom After doing a sheet of acid on the moon with Peter Frampton But Fredo in the ring with me? Now you can see what happens In a brutal reenactment of when Zeus released the Kraken You ain't no Ruff Rider, son lighter than Budweiser Go the f** home and eat gun fire like Budd Dwyre Have to research that sh** Round 1: Fredo What up Bunker? What's good? Make some noise I heard King Of The Dot's bringing me twat Hold up, ain't you the ex King Of The Dot? Didn't you lose that sh** to Sketch Menace and ever since then you ain't done diddly-squat? And you supposed to be the one given the shot? That's cool My foundation brolic, I punch differently aw This combination? Solid, you get hit with a lot Watch as I come fourth with the gift of my thoughts Rap grammer, bad Santa; They say I ain't got no presence, that's okay I'm just gone give him the box Ain't no X-Men ever or best Avenger could ever help you so you best surrender In retrospect, you are unable to recollect the measure of the Fresh Coast veteran bringing d**h to all your predecessors The Fed Detectors gone have to etch-a-sketch y' {clicks fingers} ... The Fed Detectors gone have to etch-a-sketch y' And right when I start forgetting my bars I'ma grab an electric guitar and f**ing fender Bender You f**ing with the monsterous Algebra Spotted you with binoculars attached to rockets of plasma [?] launch him to Ottawa, Canada I'm chopping your harmless cadabra to pieces, then feed you to a shark pit parameter I'm a Ryder like Wineona, I got caught with the game tucked in my armpit on camera Yo it's D Mighty, Fre depo 3.0 grinding, rhyming, styling like I got PH and Caddy Ron standing beside me I might be, the one to give your b**h a chair leg erection If you dare aim a weapon, it's your soul going up like Airplane of Zeppelin This ain't no fair game, you stepping in a rare take with legend This ain't no air play of Zeppelin, but if you look, that hook will be your Stairway to Heaven For you that's the Highway to Hell My eyes red lit like the Night Train at 12 Try aim and fail, Ice Age and hell Leave you a corps, cold feet do you ice skate as well? I'm chiefing pot, till I'm wheezing, ain't no need to talk I'ma give Bender the Little Caesars pizza box Meaning I do him greasy till his breathing stops f*ggot researched my battles last weekend and started beating off Muda Gang, Ground Sick, cold word? Febreze's watch That mean I clean his clock! Time, b**h Round 2: Bender I'ma let him have this ether I don't care if he a sweet kid who never had a beeper Or he's so blooded out he got hemorrhagic fever I don't care if he the nicest man who came from your city I don't care if he nice with the hands like Ray McKigney I've been two-fisting blue ribbons Sending my new victim,I split his wig like a beatician Musician with screws missing f** his round, I''ll two-zip him June sixth, I'm at doomsday; I move different I'm old school like Luke Wilsonin food [?] You a thirty something year old new jack; that's a huge difference You're remarkably obnoxious Tell this bootlicker here, I'm an artist on that block sh**; Cubism If he put me in a box it'll be in a booth spitting for a rack and a half per 16 on his new mixes