King of the Dot - The Saurus vs. Rone lyrics

[Round 1: Rone] Word to my f**in American flag tube socks If I catch you on the rooftop, you gettin Billy Boondock'ed I'll pick up where I left off with Big T Cause you're my bro for real Dog you will never know the joy of running through an open field You used to be skinny Now you've got tits and a belly as well All of those extra helpings but you really weren't helping yourself You are so hungry His favorite part of s** is eating a** f** a thousand reps, you're out of breath by the time that the beans are pa**ed Some ham comes steaming past, you should see the way he react Breathin fast like he completed a 800 meter dash He would gas, sweat beading, he eats or he's seizing fast Sweaty wrists, feeble hands, all he is is a meaty slab Sponge bath? They gon' squeegee that Buffet? It's an easy pa** And if you don't like fat jokes, well then f**ing stop being fat But Pete's a role model, and a G for sho' But when I just said "Pete's-a roll model", all he heard was pizza roll If I think serial rape, I think one of the girls that Cosby has f**ed If you think cereal rape, you're finishing a Lucky Charms box all at once If I think, my Woman Crush Wednesday, well, she's especially thick Your Woman Crush Wednesday is any Wednesday that you have s** with a chick But we both like sports.. Both count it as a hobby Some of enjoy playing sports, some just enjoy watching Bro if you and I play sports, you would bomb like Nagasaki You get out of breath after a game of tonsil hockey You would get a concussion at playing Fantasy Football You would tear your ACL playing beer pong That's not a good look, dawg We at odds like it's Vegas? Well I would be the favorite Mariota vs. Jameis, Tom Brady versus Peyton The star will get ate, so that makes him Troy Aikman I'll salute him, then put his a** a mile high - Terrell Davis I'll go shots to your temple, bro, f** what this mark makin' I'll put you on the sideline, chillin' with Nick Saban By now, bro you light off the top, that's Chris Kaman I'm the way Ray is with the Ravens or the Bears with Walter Payton But you love talking through people's rounds, so you can't compare me to son It's funny you love sports, but you're a terrible one You have no basic rhythm, your concepts are just forgetful So how can we go back to basics if you don't know fundamentals? You have the most copied style, I've researched, it's true But if a million people can copy it, that means it's easy to do I mean you wish you could say you fathered me He wants me sisters with his daughter, he's weird, it's startin to bother me He called my pops about adopting me But I could boss you up up in your own house p**y You only had a daughter for the Girl Scout cookies So I don't give a f** if you are one cool dad From me and your daughter, "Hey, f** you, man" [Round 2: The Saurus] This is how quick I'ma beat ya That was crazy how you went from a vocal impression of Bart then switched into Lisa Now I can promise y'all, in the worst way, he'll for sure hate my approach I can outwrite everything that this nerd say, and our wordplay isn't close I could punch him until he needs first aid, or sh** could turn straight to a roast Either way, this is gonna be the worst rape, since you were first raped, by your coach Last chance to bet on me if you ain't put your money up yet I'll wipe the Prince (prints) off of the scene, and they ain't found a bloody glove yet The sh** about you, Penn State, Sandusky? All pretty f**in suspect But I won't talk about you being molested ... It's a really touchy subject You're softer than a sunset. You're in over your head, Roney; Philly folk, start spilling 40-O's for your dead homie You best show me respect owed or I'm exploding In the House of Gods, bless Rone's soul, he'll get left holey/holy That's irony. Like a right from me leave his eye runny Get fried, but I'll crack somethin on the side, Sonny I heard it from the grapevine up in wine country That he might take a stage dive for the prize money Now speakin of stage dives... Let's talk about that Daylyt sh** for a second You wanted to use a gimmick against him; he had different intentions But thinkin a Abe Lincoln impression would win sh** against him? That's the biggest b**h cop out since Olivia Benson He said he has a URL battle. ..But ain't nobody saw the sh** So if KOTD's vaulting this, I think we know whose fault it is Yours! You gave it the old college try, now call it quits He balled his fist and tried to throw, I caught the pitch like Carlton Fisk Roney, this'll be your worst night ever Every line, every word I render Do a worldwide web search Name someone he's been served by better People barely show on this b**h like the first trimester Now... Have I mentioned how Sandusky molested you yet? You're like his Jefferson Price. Hashtag #neverforget Now, I'm not saying he did the sh**, and I'm not saying he's innocent I'm just saying, we can't judge Rone based on several thousand isolated incidents [Round 2: Rone] I'm Brian Bosworth; I could do you like Okwerdz Grind them gears, watch we put (h)our hands to his face like clockwork You get hit and run just for fun like Dante Stallworth Or you could catch the fade: corner route to Lance Alworth We could throw, like Brad Penny or Chad Henne You could catch the bam a lam like "Black Betty" Get served at any time of the day like you at Denny's I'm the fastest Italian since Mario Andretti But you the type to fall in love with a who*e named Cinnamon who*e, The Saurus, ain't that a synonym of a girl that'll sin on him? So I guess that makes me his antonym But they barely feel you like there's an ant in 'im; You sound like a f*g; you put the h*mo in h*monym WRC sh**, to homi him I'll sick Hom on 'im Dog, you look like you jerk off a ton! Just like.. playin poker, watchin a bunch of battles You have to be jerking off all the time! I don't have a punchline, just, we know, okay? And here's another fact to make you think your whole life over You moved to Las Vegas.. to play online poker Bro, you could play online poker anywhere, from Peru to the Bronx So you chasin that dream, well that's an unusual thought But I think I know the real reason for you movin your plot - You went cuz prostitution is legal, and you were due to get caught Fact or fiction? Your life is a series of bad decisions And now you can't get women but you blame your metabolism And in that condition losin weight's like crackin an algorithm Cuz you couldn't so restraint if you were into masochism All stuck in a market, in your musty apartment Dusty and dark with the f**in musk of an armpit Overrunning with garbage, blunt guts are discarded f**in pizza crusts on the carpet, it screams "struggling artist" All lazy, all day he just pushes a rolling chair The only danger he ever faces is when he gets close to stairs Wearing tighty whiteys, the holey pair, and a bathrobe as overwear Your girl wear the same drawers Oprah wear with the weight, waist and face of a polar bear All you do is send tweets as you go through your day Oh good. Let's hear more about the poker you play When you break up with a girl, when a new one opens her legs As you have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then both of your cakes But, I mean, when I call myself a slob, it's self-deprecating. There's some tact with it When you call yourself a slob, it is disgustingly accurate f** battle sh**, the only time that he's an innovator Is when he taught his dog to fetch a beer from the refrigerator Is there a minute of your day that you're not looking at a screen? Do you have bread, cheese, and meat with every meal that you eat? Do you claim you're crushing life and that you're living a dream When you're just a sweaty stereotype who's just obese and obscene? See I stand for the U.S. and all that's great about us But you represent everything the world hates about us [Round 2: The Saurus] Me being what everyone hates might be true, fool But at least I don't remind everybody I'm a white skinny American every 5 seconds like you do I wouldn't say this if it wasn't true There's multiple people in this f**in room who've ducked this dude That thought it would be more important to come to this event Than to battles that they'd booked with you But you wanna be that next artist KOTD will push hardest He from Philly, but his whole look started in Good Charlotte You cursed. Basically every battle you book's garbage Cuz they keep hangin bud out to dry like a kush harvest Look, dog, we've all had opponents that ducked But it's gettin to your head, and now Roney's ga**ed up f** it, I'ma add to your stroke of bad luck They finally got a real test tossed at Rone (testosterone), now man up No weddings, no snow storms, no pathetic excuses No holds barred, no more respect for these new kids Nowadays, an up-and-comer test a legend and loses And thinks he's seasoned in a day like a Netflix exclusive Not today though, not today, I'm borderline spazzin So before y'all try actin like this battle is some torch that I'm pa**in Watch - a super soaker vers' a .45 Magnum Then see the poster boy gets posterized as Jordan flies past him I will flatline you Roney; this as easy as it gets A rapper vers' a gimmick that's been beaten half to d**h Plain as black and white, he'll hit you with some cheesy a** effects Right off the Bat, man that's exactly why they bringin Adam West But can Adam test me? Can this nerd stand the pressure? Well that's a long shot, like the Birdman director Homie when people see me they get excited like Santa Clause is coming When they see you, they're like "Oh look, it's the Daniel Tosh of nothing." [Round 3: Rone] So you call yourself the two time champ. And I like it, it's great I won the spirit award in high school tennis twice, so I can relate But "Mr. Two Time Everything"? Is that right? So, the presidency? The Super Bowl, did you win that twice? Oh, oh, you won two things two times. So you're the four-time champ Well I'm the prince of 16s, so I'm four times that f** your war cries; I'll wash em. Where the fluoride at? With your f**in rawhide face, man I'll pork grind that If I want your girl, I'll take your girl. Cuz that's just how she want it And I'm makin a de-posit right in her meat wallet He wears his rap championship rings when he's tryin to be brolic But it's no problem to steal your rings, I already done beat Sonic Dog, I could make you a better better, but I have lessons as well Gambling is an addiction, so it's time we get him some help I have seen the girls you've f**ed. Let's just say that you've had better Your range starts at fat heffer, and spans to transgender One looked just like you, I swear she was your fan member But it's no shock that a gambler has a terrible track record You're like a substance abuser the way you mortgage your future Yo Organik, show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser Bro, even look at your battle career Because it shows that you're sh** Cuz if you were a good gambler, you wouldn't know when to quit You love to bet on yourself, like it's a game in your mind So I made up my own odds for you, on the ways that you'll die So heart attack? Two to one, that one was easy Ten to one? He goes to KFC and he chokes on a f**ing three-piece A hundred to one? The f**ing dies of lung cancer cuz he's been smokin like Chief Keef A thousand to one? He has a stroke.. of genius, and shoots right through these teeth Half a million to one? He dies exhausted, f**in hookers on repeat A million to one, he dies retired on a yacht out at deep sea A billion to one, he's trampled by fans wantin CDs Or a trillion to one, he died of shock cuz he actually beat me My graveyard's riddled with tyrants, watch me belittle Goliaths How many giants I gotta k** before I'm considered a giant? The dun-dudda, god body, John Gotti with the wrench The West vers' everybody? How bout me vers' everybody on the West? Who I beat? Bro, anybody in Cali or from Cali, I put em down in order Who I beat, and who's left, well the second list is shorter I turned Caustic into a personal information hoarder I made 360 one-eighty, sent him running across the border; I turned Fredo to a angel, put that Baby in his corner I turned Okwerdz to a blogger, made him lose all his supporters I got Day laid out like it was frickin brick and mortar I turned Dirtbag Dan to a sideline reporter I would call out Dumb and Diz, but I'm not holding my breath But sh**, I think that they might be the only ones left See I get rowdy in the ring, I put a bounty on that thing They call me Roney Bae the Prince, but out in Cali I'm the king [Round 3: The Saurus] Lemme address that sh** you little weak a** b**h I got two homies that you'll immediately lose a rematch with And here's the other part that wasn't fully complete with me You listed all the West Coast battlers you beat but somehow mentioned 360 Who remembers when Rone said, "what I gotta do now to get love up on the stage? Pull my dick out or punch someone in the face? Nah, I'll just be me, cuz that's all it f**in takes." Or, a month later, I'll dress up like Honest Abe Watch my opponent jump off the f**in stage And I'll just stand there in a top hat lookin' like some s**a who got played But is Rone the #1 contender for the chain? I suppose But if he's the guy you chose, it was probably only... by a nose I dunno what Adam meant by great, but I'm adamant I'm greater This is like comparin Canibus to Drake, or an*lysts to players There's a major gap between us, and see that's the difference maker Some people say we're in the same cla**.. but so were Shaq and Christian Laettner b**h you majored in Journalism, but nothing's happened yet Except your mom and dad just split cuz they're a hundred grand in debt I've got a Master's in the same field, cuz I learned how to hit pay dirt I took off-the-head lines and turned em into paper That's a Journalism major Make your best shot, Prince, don't keep the king waiting I'll turn Adam to a b**h from a freakin rib breaking Every shot I land see my ego inflating It ain't even spring training and you see my swing changing Now everybody live tweeting, I want you take this down Rone's softer than a Charlie Clips name flip round Rone's softer than Charron's birthday cake is Rone's soft as being friends with strippers on a first name basis I hate to say it homie, but you've got no identity White and skinny the only things that stand out to you specially So instead of spending three months doing your homework prep for me You could've looked in the mirror once and saw your own (you're Rone) worst enemy And I'm not saying I don't the know the difference between two genders But how come he 'n Bruce Jenner 've never been seen together