King of the Dot - Kid Twist vs Bartone (Title Match) lyrics

[Round 1: Bartone] Yo, he brought his girlfriend with him but I doubt this man touches her Cause you hail Zultan and you're on a quest for the Continum Transfunctioner Yo, getting swirlies in stalls left you a traumatized loser So today Organik had to warn all the high schoolers On the resurrection of one of the Columbine shooters Yo, just stop dawg, your government name is horrid And you've been getting no love in the states as a tourist Ever since you got f**ed in the face by The Saurus He often raps endlessly giving off this f*g energy Practicing in front of mirrors like he dodging mad enemies It's the son of Bill Nye but his job is lab chemistry So how you plan to rap and carry on your dad's legacy? Yo, I'm thin but this motherf**ers anorexic and fasting At dinner he'll be like, "Yes, and thank you for asking." Then spill the plate on his mat as a blatant distraction So he can spit his steak in his napkin like it ain't ever happen Dawg, you disgrace our country with the gayest of fashion People look at you and confuse Canadian antics with raving and f*ggots Yo, I meet Doc Brown Back To The Future to ask him for a ride So I can warp this pterodactyl to The Land Before Time [Round 1: Kid Twist] Yo, let me make this perfectly clear You are not on my level b**h I accepted this bet just to get revenge for Rich Plus you're here off a win that you didn't earn rightly So consider yourself lucky you're getting served by me Preteen girls in Cambridge please be advised Never trust creepy guys with beedie eyes Cause he won't care if your statutory's past But at least you prove I spit wack and corny raps affects laboratory rats Organik, I always knew you were a prick This is proof you're the coldest f**er You let your oldest brother sleep in a homeless gutter Then walk by him on the street like, "Nah, we don't know each other." You should show more respect to grade A vets Seeing you're on the same level as Rich and what?...AA steps? You stumble like you're drunk off more than liquor But you won't find another country bumpkin born who's slicker He dumped his cousin for his sister And hey, he gave his little brother tonsil hockey lessons So I'd say I fu*kED your mom...but I don't want your sloppy seconds [Round 2: Bartone] Ayo, the main gap between us, is I spit masterpieces And yeah we're both skinny, but I dress like I have a penis And just so you don't get found inside a hearse When you're shouting fighting words, don't sound like Simon Birch Yo, you listen to Dr. Dre as a teen when he was dirt poor Then played San Andreas and got shot in a turf war So he said "f** gangsta rap. I want to learn more." And started his own genre called "nerdcore" Now I'm wondering three things Why his rapping isn't good And if it's Marv from Home Alone or the nail that stabbed him in the foot When his mom found out she was [?] of this f*ggot It turned into a scene with her panic attacking She banged up the cabinets and ate battery acid [?] chalet, cause she heard that's where family [?] To be your own man is something you wanted really badly But you get influenced too quick you f**ing little pansy Yo he watch Family Guy and got a bunch up in his panties Ready to go to England to be a London Sillinannies [Round 2: Kid Twist] He might be 6'8" but when it comes to flow he's a midget I just listened to 16 bars of your phoniest gimmicks, man you owe me a minute When he raps you'd think it's this fake's first time How can you hope to see your gay verse shine when you can barely make words rhyme? He's a creep, sniffing girl's hair for a keepsake And slips 'em roofies to put her in a weak state That's what he calls a cheap date Someone stop this freak for Pete's sake He's the reason for Cambridge's steep rate of sheep rape Yo, you losing this money Bartone, now you can't pay your car loan Which s**s, cause he just put 20 inch dubs on that trailer park home Eh, is this clown kidding? Your town is nothing but fields full of cow's sh**ting Eh, you should try to save face for your irrelevant similes And blame your pathetic abilities on genetic deficiencies Cause you sit in the sticks, jerking off until the tube sock breaks So once you meet 2Pac's fate, you'll just be a Boondock Saint [Round 3: Bartone] At clubs, girls laugh when he moves and his bones drop Cause he thinks he's Harlem Shaking when he's doing The Robot Yo, his life has no spice so he dresses like the singer Posh He wants Friends, but girls don't want s** from a bulimic Ross Yo, he even stopped practicing his raps for his mommy Now he's jamming to Ozzy and headbanging to Offspring Yo, ever since you broke down at Scribble Jam in the lobby And realizing f**ing up on stage was your annual hobby Yo, he wants to date out of race but this kid's an embarra**ment Just f** another albino chick and stick to your heritage Yo, he refers to his favorite movies as "Dandy flicks" And when he's not finding out what panties fit The clown's reading man*scripts on how not to sound like Andy Dick Yo, he can't eat off rap, and thinks he's mad fresh at spitting But goes to college pondering math test decisions And goes back at night to rob all the lab tech equipment Yo, but he'll never get caught, he's not a loud noise cat But if he does they'll think Woody's looking for his cowboy hat [Round 3: Kid Twist] I heard him called "the skinny male" How can you say the kid is frail when he's so fat this k**er whale tips the Richter Scale And yeah, I know he's skinny as f** I threw that scheme in a verse just to try to make your bulimia worse C'mon man, you really think anything you said is funny? You call me "Ross" but you look like my pet monkey He speaks of mockery, it's like you made a whole style out of mediocrity But I guess battle MC's these days are a cheap commodity But he's a true find, a wack crack who's a** backwards drinking moonshine at noontime I can't tell if he's a caveman or the Klu Klux is this dude's clique Either way he makes fire with two sticks So anyone who predicted he'd win is insane He just wanted to hear me mention his name to get his three minutes of fame It's his own sk** he overrates So after this, if you even dare to show your face At least you'll know your place