King of the Dot - Shotty Horroh vs Fingaz lyrics

[Round 1: Shotty Horroh] Ayo Now, I know I was meant to be here last year And everyone was expecting Shotty to show And I'm not here to give excuses about problems at home Or pa**ports taking long in the post I'm here to say sorry to folk And take the sh** that I'm probably owed And I guess Organik runs this like the Yakuza And I've got to get rid of Fingaz 'cos I dishonoured the code Soon as Organik told me the name I decided to check And jumped online in a second and started typing the letters I was expecting to see a rhymer with venom times the style And the method of every idol and legend I've ever prized as the best By the way you was described in the message I watched him. I saw he lacks the desire and effort Plus he has no fire and presence I'm getting pissed off 'cos I even know the rhymes he's forgetting And I've never met him. I mean, I'm pissed off 'Cos you tried to act like the guy was a legend, and I didn't get it 'Cos, when I watched, all I saw was Fingaz falling off Like I was some type of a medic on an island for lepers I don't believe the story about how your fam' will come in with their ammo bustin' f** you and the shank you're clutchin' you ain't stabbing nothin' You can make these people believe you're a beast when you're acting thuggish But all I see is Fingaz projectin' the image of an animal like shadow puppets I'm a British rock 'n' roller. Crowd surf, stage dive You have a 9 to 5 when writing rhymes is how I make mine But don't get mad when you finish work early in the day time To find your girly arse naked with a Shotty like Daylyt (Arse naked make her say 'yeah' 'yeah') [Round 1: Fingaz] Aight So, you rep the Mosh Team? My team reps the Machine Your Mom dukes[?] a rock fiend who pop[?] locks and Oxy Shotty cannot stop me or moods that I'm in Your b**h p**y look like Drew Gooden's chin You're the UK's Organik? Like, really though? You dumb? You clearly haven't grasped onto the things this man has done For one, he built a league that's out your league and it is run On a standard that your standard's cannot stand or dare become Secondly, Organik? That's who you wanna be like? Never f**ing happen - how we s'posed to get your teeth white? Listen, seems like your life goals really don't seem right I'm shooting for the stars, Shotty's shooting for a street light Honestly, you're weak like boring and it's bland I feel sorry for your fans but more sorry for your Dad Your Mom dukes[?] a bucket down in Horticulture Ave Who'll be screaming "I love Canada, it's 40 bucks a gram" I do not understand why Shotty thinks that he's a God He made a couple styles up and forces out his songs I'll body bag this Shotty f*g-oh I'll body bag this Shotty f*g, you must have got my order wrong Your Mom conceived you on the couch that shot [?]shot his p**no on Listen, you're right, you're right, f** it, you're too ugly I'ma end this first round a little short. 2Comfy [Round 2: Shotty Horroh] Yo, you can call me an alien 'cos I'm foreign And I didn't bring no guys in the club So when I body him one of his tribe on the side Will try and fight, kick and punch But I'm English and I'm on some 007 sh** and my snipers are f**ed So you'll feel alienated when [?] and we light Fingaz up The last Canadian to rap and skateboard was Tom Green I never would've thought Which, in a way, shows you and the cops speak and you're a regular in court You're like, 'Wait, what does Shots mean? That's not relevant at all.' I mean that one scene in Freddie Got Fingered Tom had sausages tied to his hands to show Your fingers is connected to the pork Speaking of Freddie, I'm representing Kreuger, Rowan - all them UK top spitters Speaking of Freddie, you keep sleeping on me I'll be on your street putting a blade on Fingaz Yeah, me taking a loss today could end up in a lot of sliced throats Don't believe me? You won't believe me 'Till a knife shows and Fingaz gets swiped on screen like an iPhone But let's go back to your snitch potential 'Cos I smell a proper rat stench And we all know fingers provide the police with vital information Like finger prints and polygraph tests What I'm saying is, if you're hot in the dock You wanna watch bringing these boys around 'Cos the cops could have you locked But they need Fingaz to point you out Yo, it's like Jesse James doesn't know he's history He needs to up his knowledge more The last Jesse James through the Wild Western days Tried to take shots, and died on Robert Ford with a shotty drawn Your hairstyle proves you're a f*ggot and your girlfriend is your closet door I mean, I'm English, I eat more poutine and I even watch hockey more 2Comfy, yeah, that's the motto But you don't look comfy when you're holding on a bottle Yo, and I know everyone keeps talking about your b**h Cos she's f**ing fine. I guess we're just impressed that you found her I mean you know you're a b**h when you show up with your b**h And your b**h is the best thing about you [Round 2: Fingaz] Aight. I heard you rep team Bait. You know what Bait means out here? It means the cops will be around us any minute that you're near So let me make this clear-oh The cops will be around us any minute that you're near So let me make this clear and say this sh** with urgency I didn't come to battle you, I'm putting you in surgery Seems like the new currency for rapping reputation Is the followers and views a man has what truly makes him But if a man can buy his views and followers are hatin' How can you just follow suit and view that as a way to rate him? I understand you battled Diz, took it in consideration But he free styled, and you wrote, on top of that you f**ing paid him So here's the ultimatum to stop talking where you sh** from: Paying dudes and paying dues, shouts to Math for this one You paid a dude to say you had paid your dues and then some Hate to say it dude - you made that move, that move made you a victim I respect the working man, that man respects his income And shout out to the hustlers, they find ways where there is none But which do you embody, Shotty? Better yet I'll list some Little moves you did and we'll just let the crowd reaction pick one Like, you started Lab Battles, right? Cos you didn't want to work And earn your f**ing placement that you felt that you deserved As far as I'm concerned that's a hustle move for sure But you ain't do it on good terms, you did it just to get at Eurgh Now, I know plenty people who done blew up off the curb They never let emotions make their choices, that's my word Now, Eurgh's a working man and man, I'll know that he'll concur The hustle move just hustled you and left you with your bridges burnt Now the table's f**ing turned, 'cos you working for the working man That's what you get for trying to feed that greedy little urge you had So you a not a working man, a hustler or both Just some b**h who screams out 'Uncle!' when I put him in a choke [Round 3: Shotty Horroh] Yo. Really though? f** the bullsh**. I'm a fan, blood I'd like the see you versus Ahab in Amsterdam - that'd be amped up Amped up? No? You are the only self-confident outspoken person Who is afraid to put his hands up Something's fishy, and I've clocked You're just an octopus 'cos your hands s** You can laugh at that fam', 'cos I'm a little clever f** We can go hand to hand like Van Damme and the Sandman But damn, fam', Fingaz wouldn't measure up Stop thinking negative are you some fingers down? Or are them sh** some extra thumbs? I mean, f** it, everything's got it's pluses I bet you're f**ing Tekken up I'm sick of being underestimated and named the underdog This has taken me ages I'm not one of these fake skating Wayne kids that came in when Drake did Soon as Organik made the arrangements I've been patiently waiting To get in the face of these haters and change what they're saying So tonight when I rap, it's sign language And I'm just using Fingaz for making statement Yo, and since you keep choking, I'ma do a you and throw my rounds away I'm in Canada, like I'm in Iraq on some civil war sh** I don't care if you've got no fingers, b**h I'll freestyle and I don't even need to talk sh** How dare you drop a Daly bar ever again When he walked in because at least he had the battles to step Face to face and walk out of the battle before anyone called it What I'm saying is you've shown up, and f**ed off I'm just saying f** off Listen, and I don't give a f** about your girl Britney I'll freestyle 'cos I've forgotten my bars But just for that chick I would quit stalking Nicki Minaj And live in the dark outside a crib in a park f**ing, hold on, f**ing, got me thinking that Ain't fingers the most intimate part? I mean, what does she really think when you try and tickle her arse? Or give a ma**age? I mean, I mean, its got me thinking, can you pick a guitar? I mean, where are your fingers, Fingaz? Are they pickled in jars? I mean, can you ever really order more than one drink in a bar? [Round 3: Fingaz] Feels good to be home though. For real, I'm feeling blessed Got my fam' all in the building, I'ma k** it nonetheless There's a little issue with you I've been dying to address How you come to battle rap and try to make requests Organik sent the text and this is not a f**ing lie It said 'He doesn't want you mentioning your uncle just died' Fine, I lied, I decided I ain't hiding it 'Cos you were buried in this ring before you stepped inside of it Battle rap is not for you so why the f** you trying it? I'll put a bigger hole in you than what your uncle's lying in So, s** it up, quit crying, he ain't crying about a damn I can't believe you actually would try to make demands I'll dig your uncle up and cut the fingers off his hands Stitch 'em to my own and slap out every Shotty Horroh fan Listen, now, I'ma keep on going and this is freestyle too Not the freestyle that you made up and then you say it is, cool I say this right now, right off my f**ing head A minute ago, just before this went down, Shotty turned dead He was super pissed off, we were over at the bar He overheard that uncle bar and f**ing lost it Comes up to me like 'Yo, let's scrap, Fingaz? I wanna fight you now Talk about my uncle 'cos he's in the ground' You come in here, diss my hand, really? Are you proud? What the f**? My hand's half dead so now we're equal, wow And that was freestyle, so that's what's kind of cool about it f** it, you know what? End it. I'm cool about it