King of the Dot - Bender vs Soul lyrics

[First Round:Bender] Now he gon' say I'm fat, drunk, washed up and old - probably Well, same tired angles, let's see if those jokes bother me I got a Jonestown Ma**acre effect you don't wanna see Cause one deadly punch could put an end to your whole following Now we could turn the stopwatch off or we could do limits 60 seconds to book his funeral plan, with his suit fitted Dig his grave with a 90 second round, you give me a 2 minute I'll quarry the stone to build the mausoleum and put his tomb in it So either you're glue sniffing or you come to get work A Scottish sheppard from the highlands, that's what I deserve? You think you're on my level? Please, f** what you heard I'll send you back to your sheep farm so you can f** what you herd He not a threat to me on a stage or the ring Jed, go watch Macbeth if you wanna play with a king You shadow boxing with a sun god, you can't compete REDRUM - I can write this murder backwards in my sleep I got a grade A hottie with a playmate body Your girl's like 4'7", still in grade 8 probably I should put rings to his grill like the AA Audi And stomp soul with the soal of a (?) You cautious or nervous? I blur the line between the dirty side And the polished till perfect, certified, not the Hollywood version The current climate is awfully denourished But you're the type that I wanna have words with Cause Soul, it's like all of your verses Refer to Zions and the protestant church You're purely trying to drop som obscureness; The Führer's rise and the blunder of Europe In '39, that was laundered through Zürich The Merkers mine of the German Reich, the workers mine And the communist purges, the sure decline And the fall of the cuirtain that turned the tides I thought when I heard it: "Jesus f**ing Christ! He's even worse than I am with all of that nerd sh**!" Your girl's from Toronto, tonight's gonna be a Cancun summer He gon' slide in like a hot night with (?) bu*ter So I'mma climb in through the tele window as you f** her Just to tell her I got discounts on acupuncture Don't worry I'm not gonna leak all of your business Same reason I don't f** with peach schnapps, those cheap shots are for b**hes I came here for 2 things: To black the f** out and ruin that title match So stick around if the EMT's have time to bring revitals back, one! [Round 2: Bender] I didn't come here to be insulted ... so far I'm not, so God bless I thought you were a monster out there, I should've got him to lock Ness With your nervous laughter giggling at your own jokes, it's pathetic You have that laugh in, it's not a sitcom, cause you're worried no one'll get it Soul been obsessed with writing this match - I been sitting round, eating cerial Figured I could show up with Loe's or Osa's B material I said so low - got any bars for Soul oh? Forget it I'll handle this solo, it's gonna be Bender 3, Soul O When I burry Souls soul so low God won't be able to reach his soul, oh I'm on some Olive Garden sh** - I'll put a knife in his bread basket You look like your mother had you doing ice before Sex Packets I toss a half gram to your junkie family; watch those meth addicts Get savage, fighting over 5 Points like the Dead Rabbits Jed clamped it ... (come on) You're getting schooled overseas, that's a student exchange I'm dope as the garbage you shoot in your veins Truly a shame how you ruined your face Every tooth in decay like the US of A Cause you've been awake just abusing that H [incoherent] ... like a Peruvian flake So you look the same as some human remains They exhumed from a grave after 200 days No food on your plate, you bean starving, funny you don't eat hardly But still manage to brush your teeth 3 times a day - with a green sharpie Makes me wanna bottle Soul with a dose of (?) till he go to sleep And put Soul in the tub with a lime like a Mexican beach party You feeling froggy? You beating army's like a neo-nazi leader Reading calmly to his following about the Peoples Army Of Vietnam while preaching Marx and Leon Trotsky - you won't see that probably You got Steven Hawkings chance of even leaving walking In fact don't even stand by me - the kid's trying to see a body You light a blunt? It's getting snatched out your mittens You're piping up, you're getting slapped with the quickness Till you ask of forgiveness like an act of contrition I just ash on your face like a catholic tradition ... [Round 3: Bender] (Did that happen? ;) Now this is where it gets weird You can adopt my style all you want, but I be damned if you steal my neck beard It's funny you're thinking sh**'s all good I'm trying to to wipe Seoul off the map, I'm on that Kim Jung Un He got his name to compensate, for what apparently he lacks See a soul's something an artist should have inherently attached If it was natural, there'd be no reason for it And we wouldn't need Soul to spell it out like a Quigi board See I would have put you under the wing like a fuel exhaust by the fuselage But you just crossed the Rubicon, there ain't no moving back I'ma have you loosing fans - Sonny Chiba, snatch your eye out Check your sight; after this, I'm cutting your views in half You the champ of Don't Flop? You wouldn't beat Tony D, who gives a sh** The belt should be something that you earn, it's not a gift you get It's like if Pat said "I'm done with the chain, I'm not interested" Okay up next for the title, we got (?) vs. Mischief Hold it down, it's gonna be 3 rounds unlimited So speak that trash, son - it's about to be a fast lunch I can see your fan club had you believing that buzz You got handed this match? That's some really bad luck After being ga**ed up like a Vietnam monk He knows his presence is sh** He never known for spitting basic, though he don't depend on his wits Or ever flow with a switched up cadence He knows his penmanships it, so he focus scribbling pages Funny I bring out the best in him just to expose his limitations Your fam upset, taking this match was hella dumb so Your mom Linda, tripping on the line like "tell your son, though! My network spanning overseas like Telemundo One phone call could f** up Soul career like El Producto Gordy Berry - I'm exploiting Soul for the guap Ghostbuster proton beam, put Soul in a box We're still doing those box lines, right? Solar don't stop, the splash hit him like a baptism, Soul getting washed So after this footage of you and I drops They gonna have have the champ here on suicide watch Let the king of all Scotts (?) off one shot When he tastes the smoke from the barrel, that's not a single malt scotch, 3!