King of the Dot - PoRich vs PH (Title Match) lyrics

[Round 1: PoRich] They said, "Where you been Rich? You been writing? You even been rhyming? Or have you been hiding? Chilling in the islands? [?] 2Pac holding the camera and Biggie standing right beside him I said, "Mind ya business unless you wanna try dying Don't go looking for the king cause you just mind find him." Now I need to thank PH from the get go cause I don't think you kids know Before my battle with Sketch I secured his vote by promising him a spot on my Youtube clip show Turned around and won the battle and never even put his a** in the intro And somehow these cats still respect you a little So I took this battle knowing his bread and bu*ter when I get in a pickle Now if you watch Dexter, this next bar's official But to start my ritual that k**s him in three like Arthur Mitchell Not sure what some of y'all are turning this into But when I started rhyming I learned how to diss fools No one was lying about burners and pistols Cause that sh** only earns you a fistful And you deserve that buck fifty right down to the nickle So you got a gun back home across the border you can't carry those So now you're just a fat f** from the east side; Mario I can think of one good reason why you're undefeated Every guy Pumpkin's eating had legs with c*nt between 'em So you wanna grab the throne? First you gotta clash with Po' And you have to hope I hit you with a fast approach Like an avalanche down an Aspen slope You'll survive by the skin of yo' ashy nose You finally hit the last castle bro, but you look way more like Bowser; that's the joke You're one ugly dude Pumpkinhead, you look like a Halloween pumpkin in June But you found a girl that won't duck away You love her eh? Go home every night and kiss her on her pumpkin face And since you carved 'em yourself she could be any f**ing shape What a babe Got mad [?] in her glove Such an incredible goalie If they don't give that s*ut the [?] and the trophy then Gary [?] can blow me They always say I'm the underdog but they never can roast me Realize my flow, thunder god so you better stay Low key/Loki On this quest a race band to rep The white shark eats your lifeguards then hammer head You got heaters? Well they ain't landed yet Meanwhile I'm pulling you down, deeper than James Cameron went See, Robert wants to be the king but the lion will stop it from happening With punchlines that bore through your gut; Robert Baratheon So go ahead, talk about that wood chain you seen me wore But I ain't going for that See I don't need my Ouija Board to speak from ghosts from the past [Round 1: Pumpkinhead] Rich, I'm here to put a stop to your fame The way that sun shower you with bars, it's only right you have a short rain/reign I'll apply an armbar, lock it like an armoire If he escapes, I'll type his address in my OnStar Roll up to his crib, skkkkrt, pull out the fifth Pboom, it'll surprise him like a gift from Nardwuar You got a problem dawg, you don't look well kept You gotta be able to walk that straight line before you take those 12 steps The way I think, is mind f**ing to the brink Of intoxication so I'ma k** you with all drinks I'll stab you with a screwdriver, a kamikaze that's scary Ain't no s** with your b**h, she's a mudslide I left her bloody Mary We had s** on the beach, she gave me a bl**job for the god's pleasure And told me to give her a stiff one, because your bar tender Dissing me cause I'm older guy, get Busy Bee, I'ma overdrive You ain't k**ing me, I'm known to ride You get hit with the Billy D Colt 45 Anyone who bet after he drinks he can barely walk ten feet Dragging his steps, walking like how Asian men see I know that's a little racist, please forgive me No disrespect to Dumbfoundead, Psycho and Jin the MC Cause those is the homies and I know what you thinking But true story though, when Rich met Jin he tried to drink him I can't believe in your delusional mind you think you're the best When we all know dudes from Witby that get in the ring die a horrible d**h whenever they're put to the test I had mad alcohol references in this battle, I'm not here to play today You like going from bar to bar, but bar for bar these bars won't take your f**ing pain away [Round 2: PoRich] I always knew you'd change your name for a reason PH, stands for Puerto Hhhrican Oh that, that's a hard 'H' I'm waging my finger like Dikembe Mutombo Y'all got me here battling Caliente's uncle Hey, now what's a good verse without a couple zingers? Those brown bean teeth are a hot dog away from being [?] dinner Don't play with me, you've had those baby teeth Way before the days when we'd watch VHS on JVC Now either your gums are rubber or nothing other Than just a bunch of hubba bubba I wonder what would be harder to do Stand here and argue with you or watch those things go through a Charleston Chew Now how come you always mumble when you speak Don't try to tell me it's cause you're trying to talk with a crack rock between your cheek Now I'll lace your blunt with coke and E Sit back, sip a Coke and eat, watch you smoke the tree See I'm a Hip Hop Drunkie, so it's nothing if you O.D. B Yeah, I'm the Autobots when it's time to roll out And you a Decepticon with Devastator But I'm a better player Taking pudge out this game like the Texas Rangers Fat f** needs a ventilator just to ride the escalator You still dropping ten pounds you paying for summer b**h look in the mirror and make it a hundred Cause your boy PH a gigalo, you didn't know? Watch him at the [?] all his girls jiggle out Heard your little ho is an early worker with a trailer park p**y Phil Collins wouldn't eat that dirty birdy I don't know how you stay sticking your dick in the b**h For me it was a lottery win, soon as I hit it I quit But you'll spend your only G stack on those foldy meat flaps I mean it's like a moldy baloney cheese snack And you scarfing it down like it's old and tree sap Ain't you know that hoes bad for your breath? And ain't you know my flow bounce like a rabbit on meth? See now we just getting busy you challenged a kid from Witby But I'll check your f**ing rep on the talent Mr. Richie He's got prostate cancer That's not make believe The doc says when he takes a pee It's like a King Of The Dot, Pay Per View (What's that?) A shaky stream And you know he's got some elaborate d**h scheme I'm like, "What are you some Puerto Rican Necro?" Before this old man tries to run me down he's like, "Orthopedics, let's go." I sure back in the day you roll with movers and shakers Crazy kids who never cared These days that arthritis makes those movers and shakers spill sh** everywhere Old a** b**h Now we see him at the nursing home bragging like, "Yup Fell asleep talking to that chick Had a heart attack talking to that chick Had a stroke talking to that chick." How you gon' spit flows Where all them guns at now f*ggot? Yeah, I ain't the- OH MY GOD HE HAS A GUN! I'm joking; he's a f*ggot [Round 2: Pumpkinhead] They said I'm old, kinda outta shape and I don't have a great smile So f**ing what? You're blond, you're drunk, you act like a p**y, you could've played Eminem's mom in 8 Mile The difference between us is I'm on my grind getting change doing this sh** Yeah I'm on my grind, it's my thing But this b**h? You ain't ever grind you're in my lane you little dip sh** You just started grinding, you're Lil' Wayne doing kick flips PH gon' get the title, it's far from a myth And I'm a Robin Hood so it's only right I take it from Rich I stare Doom in the face, you're not a G Richard I'm Fantastic with that Four this Human with get Torched, you'll bleed Richard It's not a Thing for me to view the Invisible Woman in you, it's what I see Richard You'll get stretched like elastic fam' for thinking you Fantastic Man that's how I read/Reed Richard You wanna die? You wanna challenge me with the hands? You could die instant man Cause my bullets touch hearts like an Instagram You think you funny though, you took a gangster's name and switched order But real Harlem G's know you wouldn't push AZ for that Alpo You're far from Rich Porter Y'all don't get that? This motherf**er swears he's a pirate You know what I'm saying, talking sh** about he's hard with the raps You know he gon' scar me on tracks Yo we know you're a pirate because they always have something wood attached And that basically makes you handicapped [Round 3: PoRich] This ain't something you can get into How your girl gon' get it dude? Chloroform, acidic fume Spin the top, Hasidic Jew Open mouth, strip her nude So dry, give her lube Spit shine, Xzibit tool Razor blades, RZA, Wu Fill up with the GZA juice Yo PH, is it true? You knew Kweli back in middle school? You see him now like, is it you? He walks past, that isn't cool And you act like you in the loop You fat f**ing nincompoop Compare yourself to Supernat' and Juice, you kidding? I saw Supernatural behind Canibus when he was spitting The look on his face when 'Bis pulled out his notebook like "What's this f*ggot thinking? This is everything that rapping isn't." And you think if he was there for your choke against Dumbfoundead he would've acted different? No! See exposing people is never fun Team Homi please Team Homie, I've seen your Facebook bud You are friends with everyone He's all over social media, 100's of posts Young guns catch him stumbling home Challenge him to battles, start busting a flow He said, "Please I have to get online I have a rep to upload." And that's why you're not keeping up as well I hear Team Homi deconstructs your favorite rappers That's why they'll never deconstruct themselves You're not a star, how you keep up the mirage? You sold 50,000 tapes and they're all in your garage I mean yo, most people aren't even aware that you're an artist Beside a few who call [?] to stand there in the darkness And hear your horrible garbage about very bearable hardships You told Aftershock his tracks are the wackest sh** While you're getting 50 bucks from cats you're collabing with? And that makes YOUR music penthouse status b**h? Please, tell me more about this low rent establishment And tell me who's the real battle pioneer I won both league titles back to back inside a year While you online begging for the champ chain embarra**ing yourself Your little campaign brought your whole camp shame That's a credible fact You're not a legend you're wack You still think you're the essence of rap? Pumpkin, you need to pull your head outta your patch It's 2012, you started rapping in '86 The same year my mom gave birth to baby Rich But the crazy bit is in that time of space he's did Mad work to create a name that became a way to live He's done concerts, made music, he got praise for it Connects with execs, and relationships He's done battles, he was paid to win So how come 25 years later this drunk Canadian is in the same place as him? I'll tell ya one, and you should know by now This is a young man's game sit your old a** down! [Round 3: Pumpkinhead] I bet when I first spoke about the title, it probably bothered you Like how dare he take shots at Hollohan and The Saurus, the gods you pay homage to But I'm the ultra light, the reason why they shine I'm the god particle I super sonned you cause at the end of the day I fathered those that fathered you The past two events, he was like, "I hope you win, I got more PH material for the world." Shut the f** up you prima dona Stop acting like a virgin, nobody cares about the material girl I swear to f**ing God when he looks me in my face I just wanna smack the taste out his mouth This motherf**er be drinking, falling down a pile of steps Yo he don't be knowing what he be talking about But yo, I'm about to take him on a different route Listen...yo Rich {Chokes and starts freestyling until he just gives up}