Jeremy Dooley - Throwdown: Podcast King Gus vs Mad King Ryan lyrics

[Intro: Jeremy Dooley] It's time for a Rooster Teeth Throwdown In this corner, Podcast King Gus And in this corner, Mad King Ryan Rappers ready, throwdown [Verse 1: Podcast King Gus Sorola] Bow down while in the presence of Gus Sorola the grand Ruler, leader, overseer of the Podcast Land I'm judge and jury of the jeering jestures crowding my set So crossing laws I've listed out is a cross you'll regret Your mini-mutiny means nothing to my monarchical might I conquer distant foreign planets for no reason but spite Your tyranny is made of cows, chicken, sheep, and the meek I rule the whole internet and prove it every single week Keep lounging in your throne while I'm out taking action Foiling Fulcrum's plans and leaving Flatbush flattened You can keep all your comics and your internet fame You might be a decent player but I invented this game Tilt that crown back up so it won't cover your eyes I want it perfectly clear you're just a king in disguise Your fame is made of lies so here's something to trust Victory is starring Gus, Gus, and special guest Gus, "King" [Verse 2: Mad King Ryan Haywood] All hail! The Mad King is stepping back to his throne You're an inside joke while I made leadership home You think flexing your power is sending people away? You just make people think twice while I make them obey So prepare for a future I have carefully planned Where "Give me your milk" isn't my only demand So who do you fight with all that power you have? While I'm busy causing chaos for X-Ray and Vav I'm a maniacal maker of major malice and mischief Inspired monarchs and mythos Meaning to make masks of mystifying Ambitious, deliciously injudicious And vicious display That all men will call the Mad King Ryan malicious Being a leader's what I file under my expertise I'm a master of men, you're a master of cheese I think you've had enough of your royalty thrills You have a goat that flies? I have a cow that k**s [Verse 3: Podcast King Gus Sorola] Hold tight "Mad King" cause you're in for a ride When I drop your a** faster than a German slide You're a mockery of everything that I represent Evil, childish, and cruel and they still call you a Gent? I'm living and loving the legacy that I've led Scraping peasants like you off the drunk tank's treads I'm a noble king mixed with Mexican flair Are you a king at all? Well that's still in the air [Verse 4: Mad King Ryan Haywood] Game over I'm the best king that's ever been set Feel like playing a game? I built Russian Roulette I'm a legend ruling you like I'm ruling this rhyme Trap your a** with a maze and a beast I designed I'm called the Mad King and I earned that role By trapping cows and men in inescapable holes Your strict demeanor's striking me as odd When you're just a king bowing to a Dark God