King of the Dot - Daylyt vs Philly Swain lyrics

[Round 1: Daylyt] My return to this rap sh**, I been pondering quite thinking Should I retire cause y'all done seen enough of them light spankings Well let's get straight to them gun lines I'll lay everybody out flat when I'm gunning it's like planking I'll Michael Jack son, put you under a white blanket Daylyt, son too real, my guns do peel, block monsters Whoever come through k**, we'll chrome your whole head My address is 122 South Guns Drew Hill Chill, you a bomb pillar? Y'all k**ers? Nah n***a Really Jake, your whole city fake, you Godzilla Hot triggers, bring them trucks around here Everybody in that Nissan dead Your moms, your pops, your aunt, niece, son, dead Got the Tommy's for you rats, Jerry, I thunder curls You must be nuts, like can thugs I gun you squirrels Wolfing, bring than van by here (Vampire) My bloods will put you Underworld Wins? none you girls You'll get knocked the f** out like it's Debo guarding Three fo's scar your cheek, throat pardon You get that one cut then the fights over I don't care if you had Neo sparring Punches Thunder but I need no Harden for you fanny pack guys Hand over that will/wheel or get that chair like the handicap sign Pardon me, I'm snapping like a ghetto chick Iron to your tee/tea, the kettle's lit Glocks will leave you see through in the ocean, get a box, jellyfish He ever snitched? Guarantee he better ditch You said k**ing quenches your thirst? You riding? n***a all your shots see air and miss (Sierra Mist) I cherish this, as far as that fair fight, sorry bro, no fade It'll be more bullets flying and ghost turning than the Mario boat stage I'm so raged cause these b**h n***as trying to bite my style Well as far as the battle go, I'm really feeling like I got this one f** what you talking bout! Remember that phrase? You win some and you lose some, but your live to see another Day Well not this one! [Round 2: Daylyt] I feel like this is your championship, but I'm on a scary spurt So everybody I'm watching Horry Nowadays battling is like the projects, everybody got a story That bored/board me but no balling on the hard floor No securities so what you put up the guard for? You would/wood get ooh's/uz' but you the reason why the card-board/bored I'm a force in this Star Wars, draw fours if the bird is stepping Steel past his skin I k** half his men (min) like 30 seconds Heard he repping chicken scurred jump 'em til they wrapped his sheets Kicking, ain't seen this much birds stumping since Happy Feet You cats is street but fall flat with beef flying You pussies out of control? I charge cats the fee lines (felines) Your street riding? I'm more gutter than a crackhead bunch I'll give 'em more dots than a Pacman lunch Click cals, you gon' see a big "POW!" it look like an old Batman punch Punk imagine you try and swing fast, get your whole team crashed Just for thinking you ready to rumble, you'll get a Dreamcast Spleen smashed, dying good, squeeze metal I wish the iron would Telling all them stories, I'ma leave you a little red for writing hood I'm hood, I hurt n***as, no in my hood I murk n***as Straight suit to the dirt n***as Can't shoot, little man get his face blew/blue, I Smurf n***as This is work n***a, best to get with this sh** or get you b**hes buried I could bring d**h in this sh** (definition) without that dictionary Scary? Nah, I flare and the Tecs spray Y'all type n***as get bucked and squares get left red Chest spread, break his heart, put a dot on top of your eye/"i" Turn you upside down, now what's your explanation/exclamation... MARK! [Round 3: Daylyt] Is it them hard dreams? Nah it's 10 shells spray if I spark that Ruger It ain't funny, but I'll give 'em L-K's no Martin Luther Cold bruh man, four fifth, Tommy, one shot the pumps yours Give your peep holes, but it's not at the front door Stunt boy and them shells sticking It's Hell's Kitchen if you quails pitching I K G's, your whole team will need that Doc if them sales ticking (Celtics) Frail kitten out with that saddest scream More metal than a Knight but it ain't that Glady's scene He better tell that b**h to bounce or else That Tramp will lean (trampoline) I mean, I got that tool n***a, you better move n***a Before I put you down to Earth like a cool n***a I triple ace n***as, make sh** ooze out this guy's face All your friends will get hit with that Tom If they don't move out of My-space We go Bombay so get out of a don way Play Debo get hit with the big eagle/ego like Beyonce Nine's spray, god's light, I'll fire like I ain't do my job right They say who the G's? Us like we came out of God's wife Watts, I could tell you that it's war, them claps city streets You and your man get turned into ghosts That's just a pair of normal activities (Paranormal activity) I ate him for the cash, debit card, you never can pitch my lose Any opponent get turned into Ash so whoever they pick, I chew (Pikachu) This sh** ain't cool, they calling me like 10/4 Get low like a limbo, please, I'm Homer in the breeze how I win dough/doh Spit so hot so it's whoever they stood in Murk, they said you can't win bills cause B (Bill Cosby) too nice And he put in work Pull up to this jerk street, he hollering when I sent them hollows in Will be waving more arms than a Hitler following See that clip? Don't bother it You'll get beat down before you get to spray Spark, put something in your heart, you Michel/le Quick to play, I get paid per view, so get this live Your whole block will go out of space if I give your District 9's Now the stats show that a few comments saying I rap slow This for all them n***as that's doubting I like flow In fact, I hate you, I will mask and tape you, pat then scrape you Dash, case you, blast his face through, plastic tables, past the staples I will drastic state you casket slate you, pastor wait you Ashes vase you, smash the vase too, you got dough? Them stacks is vague too, you got a Maybach? Yeah after April I'm rich b**h, Paris Hil, flair the steal if you air, I k** Your whole circle will get boxes, you're a Ferris Wheel Tell them Parrots chill, that ain't something that real crooks say You a Street Fighter? n***a you Vega You got metal in your arms, but you still look gay My hand got 'em, leg shot 'em, guaranteed there's gon' be leg problems Beam your, Trina ain't the only one with a red bottom Yeah I got 'em, I really feel like I got this one Remember that phrase? Your win some and your lose some But your live to see another Day... Well not this one