King of the Dot - John John Da Don vs Caustic lyrics

[Round 1: John John Da Don] I said I know what y'all thinking "How did Caustic get John John? When John John got a million views and Caustic disappeared along with Grind Time." See y'all remember Grind Time We both was on Grind Time So let me get in my mode I would've been in if I was battling on Grind Time But I ain't gon' make not one nose joke in this battle Cause you don't need a nose job You need Steve Jobs to go with that Apple How 'bout we [?] for apple juice You should poke a hole in that apple and bleed in a bottle Tell the little hoes it's a Snapple But f** Grind Time He trying to get on the URL So what? Battling me is your way of trying to get into the URL? Cause you know I be on URL and you wanna be on URL So let me get in my mode I would be in if I was battling on URL That cal' spitting fire balls, the size of popcorn shrimp They say that 40 Supersonic but it's not Shawn Kemp In Seattle I'll creep up with an arm size clip leave everybody I see/Sea Hawk running back like Marshawn Lynch But this ain't Grind Time or URL This the King Of The Dot No matter where you put me at I'm the cream of the crop I swing at your top, tell Ripley's I'll Be leaving a knot Then propose to him, in other words he'll get a ring in a box Stop, I'm not a game Caustic, don't play with me I came with real bars that could destroy any joke that you made for me Cause you so predictable why would it be you that they came to see? If everybody already knows what you gon' say to me It's either A): say I took Hollow's hand like everybody else does Or B): Say I lost on 106 & Park to a scrub Or C): Flip my multiple choice hoping the crowd show love But it's obviously he on my D so he probably gon' do all of thee above But I'm walking with this dub Can't say you ain't know I call it how I see it, Fox we ain't on Tango Can't make this a colored thang, cause he claim the rainbow But I'm whipping this white boy in the name of Django [Round 1: Caustic] I said yo! I said I was supposed to battle T-Rex but he was scared But this ain't got nothing to do with him, it's nether here nor there See, you gon' get it twice as bad Johnny just be prepared Cause if you open that big a** face you gon' need your teeth prepared See, life's like a movie, minus the cheesy graphics But if he think he Ca**ius then come and see me f*ggot See the left hand, stretch him out like PE cla**es The right hand, leave one eye blue like 3D gla**es I said, this is simple sh**, still sipping like Triple 6 Say what you want John, skin is thick like a pistol grip When I give his lady shots I ain't talking 'bout no liquor b**h I hit his girl with that semi, like I got whisky dick See you can tell John John ain't never had no real street beef I mean, if you got a problem the answer is in my palm like a cheat sheet I mean you copied so many lines they should call you Retweet No f** that, you such a p**y a** rapper I should call you Chief Queef Cause you look like Sammy Sosa, mixed with tapioca Yo' b**h fat like Oprah you gon' get f**ed ova I mean y'all can watch son/sun come up That's what they been patiently waiting on But don't want to cook him in the morning, it ain't eggs and bacon John I'll put the toast in his mouth the second he wake and yawn Or leave his whole family mourning/morning...that's how you break a dawn (Don)! So you wanna be a don? Then add some promethazine Recycle what you want you still gon' look like trash next to me What you write is not amazing Just excited when you say it so go ahead and let him scream But when he gets loud his voice cracks like a prepubescent teen I drop a couple grand on that chopper, that's that expensive heat Just to make him eat slugs like French cuisine See, somebody better him I'm hard like a math test Lord know my bread long like a baguette [?] don't know nothing 'bout this trap sh** Times I don't understand how it work like a magnet So don't come in here yapping 'bout no hardcore streets see Thinks all of us King Of The Dot kids a bunch of Star Wars geeks Well if that's true, then no one here gives a f** what John John speaks Cause I promise, every white guy in this room thinks you're f**ing Jar Jar Binks See, this is money in the bank, a payment I had to accept See I got zero interest in earning this wack f*ggot's respect If I need quick cash everyone I'm with draw cannons and Tecs It'll knock the counterfeit ink out the tats on his neck So you've got no balance, no a**ets, no finances left So run your numbers or lose a digit just to cancel the debt So there won't be no life savings when I come after his bread I put this Sig' to his back like I'm cashing a check That's one! [Round 2: John John Da Don] Y'all can clap if y'all thought that was a real hard round f** that, make some noise if you wanna hear some real bars now Ayo Caustic I heard your mother could deep throat a lacrosse stick See prolly in the parking lot blowing pipes under cars til she's exhausted But she better break fast or get her eggs scrambled cause I'ma off it For thinking it's gravy I'ma feed her that biscuit after the sausage I heard you was a dog lover, one of the biggest in your town Well I got some strays for you, come and get it from this pound It's not a Laker game when you see my play a center with a [?] Cause I heard he wanted beef so I'm sending him a cal' (cow) See that was a triple meaning, let me bring it back around Cause he ain't get it so I got to re-spit it for this clown I said I heard he wanted beef so I'm sending him a cal' (cow) But he ain't heard that beef is a synonym for cow Wow I should've known you was slow from the start But I thought them country n***as slow mayne, you white boys suppose to be smart I guess I'm way too advanced to let it go to ya heart Cause my sh** tight a** somebody holding a fart Don't even start, trying to downplay my gun lines I say them cause my fans prefer them kind of punchlines But if you, say something out of character in just one line You'll get a tray/trey early like you first in a lunch line It's crunch time I told Lush I ain't gon' play with him I got choppers with beams so I'm hitting everything when I'm aiming 'em Now for the nerds that didn't understand what I was trying to say to him Basically I got infrared lasers attached to my [?] Look, even in nerd terms I'm still flaming him To make sure they understand the bars, I'm explaining 'em So if I say a head shot will open up his dome like a stadium I mean the impact could inflict enough force to split his cranium I heard you got knocked out in London but it don't matter where that dude was at Cause you've been bullied all your life so I'm pretty sure you're used to that I bet if I told him I'll be in his Window when I use the Mac This geek will prolly think I'm trying to get his computer hacked This dude is wack, I just did this for the paper Well it wasn't even that much so I did it for a favor Cause you just trying to be a rapper in L.A. but you don't spit it with no flavor So I came to fire his mic/Mike and say I did it for the Lakers [Round 2: Caustic] I said I'm international pimping, gangsta even when I'm not in this country See I'm so f** good at battle rap that when I finish my rounds, random audience members punch me Now if you think about it, that's impressive as f** And if you don't get punched in the face after every round you are not being offensive enough See, I've been punched before see that ain't nothing new Try to take the same formula it ain't adding up for you See I could spit in this p**y's face like that's just what I do You swing on me you get stomped out by half the f**ing room But as much as you recycle bars when you rap Made me think like, "Damn, how come I haven't brought any back?" So f** it Since all you hood dudes want to be some mafia cats I'm pretty sure the first rule of being in the mafia is not being black This a hard profession You swim in the waters that's shark infested I'll off a freshman with sharper weapons I'm jumping rope with your large intestine See Summer Madness proved you don't deserve to be on a card with legends That's why it felt like the end of the world when you ain't get that call for Armageddon See, just because you dark, you will never be mob respected So how you claiming to be a don when none of your bars connected? So Shine already ended him, so here we gather in remembrance of John Cause this ain't his first time getting k**ed by a member of the Mobb See that's exactly what you get for pretending you a boss Nickle plated to his temple here's a penny for your thoughts Y.G.s, got 'em on the payroll, rob him if I say so They don't know where my money from a game show Known to Bash Brothers like Canseco If you got hands watch me big him a big face like Seiko, wait though If I see that Jesus piece hang low I'ma make him play the slave role and have him unchained like Django See I ain't scared of saying sh** John so as far as our race goes This moolie might get wopped depending on how my day go (dago) You think he gritty right? I get this rookie robbed by Goodie Mob bout that trilla life So here's a T.I.P., Youngblood you ain't putting on for your city right Music ain't good you (Gucci) wouldn't download a kilobyte Now you an Outkast in Atlanta cause you can't k** a mic (k**er Mike) You talking that Atlanta sh** and we gon' roll 'em up Leave him in a trunk cause if you don't give a damn Johnny we don't give a f**! Catch him riding around the A ready to let the Tec blow Aim one at your kids, tell Lil' John/Jon to Get Low See I was raised on that 'Pac sh**, big ups to the west coast Why the f** would I be scared of jail when I grew up on d**h Row? So welcome back to Cali we charging out of towners taxes for some weed You step inside of my state and that's a mandatory fee Call me Sluricane I'm a category three b**h, of course you slept on me I'm a California King [Round 3: Caustic] You always talk about Swag Inc But you and Syahboy the only ones that claim the sh** That ain't gangsta sh** Two dudes in a crew is a f**ing relationship You ain't intimidating sh** with them chipmunk cheeks fool Always looking like you just got your wisdom teeth pulled sh**, b**h just be cool Cause you 'bout to get sat the f** down and you should honestly get snuffed out For stealing bars out of Jones and Luxx mouth I pull guns out, what now? Cub scout, duck down I mean I know Rex is a nurse but I'm the one wearing these scrubs out See that's why I don't watch sh** to that says "John John vs" There's like a 90% chance it's not even John John's verses I mean you can't even act like you homage to G's When those cats would f**ing slap you for trying to borrow their schemes This is light work, sh** should come with some coffee and cream This is Office Space, watch a white boy beat the sh** out of this copy machine I can not believe, you did the the multiple choice sh** again That was f**ing awful b**h Cause A): you're a f*ggot B): you like dicks C): big dicks D): all that sh**, f** you! See, I can break down the multiple choice without asking a question though I understand, I admit when it first happened it was dope You did it again after that with a plan to get it known You did it again after that ignore the fact it's getting old You did it again after that the fans had to tell you "no" You do it again after that you on smack like methadone See, this is what happens when you say the same sh** seven battles in a row For the proof that you love something John then you have to let it go And you dress like Rone Y'all seen him against Bill? Them camo' pants was not flattering Your man should've told you that camo' pants can not camouflage f*ggotry See, you think the goofy sh** you wear make you some kind of corner boy felon? b**h them camo' pants had you looking like a No Limit Soulja Boy Tell 'Em Tell him! Yo I don't care how much it cost John you still look like a broke f*ggot It's always some fashion retarded motherf**er talking 'bout swag that don't have it You wear the wrong color in L.A. that's an automatic closed casket But you bodied yourself with them outfits John, you a wearing a clothes' casket See, I tried to think of why they called him John John though, I couldn't think of a reason Either he was named after his pops or he was conceived in a threesome See, his government name John Brown I find that quite random though Cause you lost on national TV, I might f**ing slap you bro How you let a white boy make you look like the average Joe? Funny how John Brown turn 106 into the white rapper show What's this sh** about you being in clique with Lil' Bow Wow? Wow? Do he host 106 now? I mean, how you in a clique with Bow Wow but you ain't got no tracks with him? Maybe that's why Bow Wow dogged you out for trying to act like the man's best friend See at Summer Madness it was obvious you ain't never sell no rock Cause you was on Diddy's dick so hard you might as well sell Ciroc What you think, he's gon' put you on? John John you wrong You fronting like a Bad Boy, call him Sean John The Don See, you have one thing in common dude that might not have crossed your mind But at one point in your career you both lost to Shine/Shyne I wish Puffy was here right now so he could me treat you like Ma$e And leave your eyes all puffy Leave your eyes all puffy Leave your eyes all puffy when I remix your face!