King of the Dot - Caustic vs Cortez lyrics

[Round 1: Cortez] Yo, you took this battle with some sh** to prove And in an instant too, I know...my name and a few other greats Okay, so they saying Caustic now is getting views Y'all giving credit where it's due So in this battle I should be schooling you for principle Now listen dude I was born with principles, rule #1, you should never ever snitch for loot Yet, you did this, wait a minute, let me get this dude So you made up lines for 'Cane, right? Well every hustler I know has done that but it's different You stripped it, see that's scripted and that's fiction, proof Yet, all that sh** did was prove that you're dumb sweet You don't dump heat, nor do you want beef Notice, we the eviction crew So before he make any moves, I'll just put it all on front street You know that type that needs a line here and there? So what they do? A line here and there You f**ing remind me of that annoying coke head every morning when I go to the store You know the type that rush, go line then run back in the line Maaan, rush, goal line, running back and alignment you don't get it? How 'bout you rush to go online and run back what that line meant Honestly n***a, you see I'm too advanced lyrically These dumb f**s will never win They telling me, "Dumb it down", you insulting my intelligence A 38 waist? Well trust it ain't measurements It's dagger, cut him off clean, that's severance Oh you think you on your job? I'm seeing presidents With dis-ability cause I'm receiving full benefits His girl and I play cops and robbers but I never win I mean she's the head detective, swallowing all the evidence Who won't risk it? Caustic get his arm beyond twisted Til he stutters when he talks and he walks like he's autistic f**, all this sh**, this here, ain't an interview I'll have your inner viewed, make clips break, no interludes Beds propped up, in her tubes IV's breathing in the tube for thinking it's a game Get him tied, win or lose Give your goons them clips ain't well since All Dogs Go To Heaven then this b**h raise Hell See these lines are cane/Arcane but this b**h can't sell So he charge for bars in exchange, I guess he just made bail Celeste, that's yo' ex right? Just know she been reaching out Let's wait til round three, there's some sh** we gotta speak about [Round 1: Caustic] I said I was supposed to battle Arcane be he was scared And that's got a little to do with him 'Tezzy so just be prepared I mean I was gonna give the dude a chance, in the O' to prove than those lines I wrote "Desperate, deceitful, treacherous weasel" Yeah, Cane, you're doing fine on your own You automatically shook, f** a fake pretty boy trying to pa** as a crook We can handle sh** right now with just the jabs and the hooks See the left hand give him five like he average with looks The other hand make him settle down like a bad b**h that cooks I said yo, people waiting for years for you and Diz' to have an epic in Cali Waiting for years for disappointment Might as well call that sh** "The Dexter Finale" I said yo, where was all the tough guy sh** when Dizaster was smacking your chain? And you just froze up like a f*ggot when you got smacked in the face This is my city b**h, welcome to Battle Of The Bay Leave this p**y wet when I spray his a** like bidet You ain't savage with the K's, this f*ggot is too b**h This motherf**er got his chain slapped half way around his face and this f*ggot ain't do sh** So what you pushing packs, you're strapped and move bricks You're supposed to act like dude's rich, didn't even get that f**ing snaggle tooth fixed Yo, you know you're a f*ggot It looks like you found most of your clothes in an addict And then added spikes after you bedazzled them to twirl the fabric Now you convincing people that you holding the cannon and loading the 'matic You ain't got no arms like most of your jackets I said we supposed to believe this Cortez guy is a shooter? This motherf**er dress like a homeless guy from the future Yo, while you was playing PS3 with your friends I was with your b**h trying to shoot my seed on some breasts I don't even understand how you was ever perceived as a threat Now you in the streets with the Wes' Looks like you spent most of your free time f**ing bleaching your vest If you ever look at me wrong, I will f**ing beat you to d**h You jump in that ring and get stretched I put knees to your chest like a team that's depressed Former jack boy, that's how I became a nuisance Tell him "lie face down on the ground. Don't make any movement." I said, yo' girl wanna f** me because I make great music And she know my paper good like a straight A student I said in these streets I'm coming up quick cause these ki's ain't nothing to flip My whole team is coming equipped with M-16's, the rubber that grip Tell your B's to f** with a pimp Your main squeeze be loving the sh** Your on your knees s**ing a dick while I dangle keys in front of the b**h I said yo, keep running your jibs like your b**h can't be f**ed Your girl send me more invitations to play than f**ing Candy Crush You keep running your mouth in my town like you can't be touched Til I line him up after I squeeze on that cig' now that's a Camel crushed I said I'll jam him up, hold up You got a hood pa** out east but not in the town You the same color as me dropping N bombs? You need to calm that sh** down That sh** may be okay in NY but in Oakland it's not You know what? Stand over there motherf**er you're gonna get both of us shot I said, Cortez was a conquistador that was hailed as a demon And baking a region while all the natives were sleeping And enslaved all the peeps and then k**ed anybody that wasn't praying to Jesus Took away their beliefs and changed their language to English So how you calling people the N word when your name is European? Last time I f**ing checked white boy that ain't Puerto Rican [Round 2: Cortez] He went wild over the time limit But none of us heard what you said my n***a Yada yada, blah blah Puerto Rican Whatever the f**, who know? Caustic knows Wait...this reminds me I wanna play a game it's called "Caustic knows" you damn right Every question is about Caustic's nose Caustic, we wanna know, does Caustic's nose know more than Caustic knows? No? I mean, with that f**ing snoz, that sh**'s so long I don't know who knows more, him or Soul Khan Nah f** the kid jokes you knahmean let's get for real Cause your type I can't stand it His type is the type to dry snitch to the next man's wife Talking up the next man's life and his nice marriage I mean all that over a battle in London? I heard about it and to me that sh** was type scandalous But all them games showed was Jefferson Price's right hands man's right hand, landed in plain view And you took a nose, dive without flights landing I know my type famished I can feel through the wool and skin him for nice fabrics I down right savage This is pain, aggression because my main objective is to leave his whole fam' slain in seconds Now, Danny copping suits like he made detective But honestly I know your type, hater You write light, nerd sh** about lights, lasers Okay, you wanna psych me out, right? Okay this the big bad Ali when he fights Fraiser? But around bars we see this character shrink, you're like Fraiser Y'all know my type, throw shotty's, gauges, homi's, blazers That tray/trey spill like sloppy waiters Them toy lit/toilet, kids duck, potty trainers f** it, gem star, we in the crowd with razors n***as wanna scheme with that foul behavior It won't let a n***a sleep like rowdy neighbors C'mon man, who this rook' 'bout to move upon? Wait, reverse that, this rooks 'bout to move a pawn He 'bout to take an L by night/knight, sacrifice Your b**h up (bishop) on every move and her a** was nice I mean honestly, with your boo I creep See she swallow eight hours/ours, that's a good night's sleep Top tier how I rate, y'all can set the bets he getting me irate I will sketch your d**h quick Bugging 'fore I Raid you'll be dead in secs' (insects) f** it, squeezing the shot, eager to pop, I don't care if there's a reason or not This a monthly check up, you'll be seeing the docs n***a stop, select me nah, I ain't gon' say his ex's name But just know that she been reaching out This round was only 90 seconds and wait til round 3 there's some sh** we gotta speak about [Round 2: Caustic] Remember how you used to talk about King Of The Dot? Like we was just the wackest challengers Then Smack cut your budget, you flew up [?] to get smashed by amateurs Funny how Tycoon f**ing broke his a** off camera So you might get top tier money but you definitely getting Tax'd in Canada You a disloyal piece of sh**, that's why I can't f** with the geek It's like he changes crews every couple of weeks He even made a record with Team Homi before he jumped from the team They even called it "Yellow Tape" which is hilarious cause nobody f**s with your scene With that said, I hope Pumpkinhead gets your sister pregnant Cause sh** can happen, only takes like 60 seconds I hope your mom gets diagnosed with cervical cancer They tell her "it's gonna be fine" then find out it's f**ing terminal after I hope she walks out the hospital a f**ing Serbian attacks her I hope he shoot her by accident and mistake her for the person they're after I hope your mom gets hit by a car and gets dragged for miles by a Porsche And while she's clinging to life in a coma your f**ing dad files for divorce Keep that f**ing tooth in your mouth, Ernesto you smile like a horse Just spit about the [?] doesn't just f**ing sit there at some f**ing pumpkin child to abort I said you keep claiming Murder Ave but you ain't never murdered nothing b**h you from Myrtle Ave, even your street named after Steve Urkle's cousin I said listen doggy, it's Cortez Myrtle Ave you know that we homeless, scrap Call me Lexx Lugor I put 'em in that torture rack Not a Sprite bottle, gonna off this cap But if you weak kneed then you lying/lion like a runaway cat Proud of that? At this point I've convinced that you don't even know how you sound when you rap Your style is so a** Arsonal would eat that sh** out for an hour and a half Yo, and that's some gross a** sh** And back by popular demand for my fans Let's get on this grown man sh** I said, I'm Cali til I die, don't give a f** about Brooklyn 'Bout he ain't as sitting on money I'm coming to cut open your couch cushions Pounds tooken, you 'bout pushing packs, my whole camp is right here My team will flip your whole house upside down like Castlevania Ain't come to play with ya Pitching white like the Oakland A's got no spine There's open space between your shoulder blades Motherf**er I got a** guns, gotta use both hands when I'm dumping the 40 gauge The barrel got more kick than Chung Li on the bonus stage I said if this is top tier sh**, you gotta step your standards up I said f** your mom, your dad, your friends and fam' and anybody that dap you up My band corrupt, I got goons on command that'll clap this scrub Keep ratchets on demand like Bad Girl's Club You be begging for your life when that nine is felt You'll be leaking out your wetback it's time to drying yourself Keep the metal on my waist like a title belt That'll leave him wet when I put the metal to his chest like he's Michael Phelps [Round 3: Cortez] We in the third round, right? Y'all wanna know how I meet that b**h? Hard dick and bubblegum I didn't even have to feed that b**h But she told me every last thing about you Caustic I mean, even the times that b**h, in the crib with the kid, no food in the fridge I mean you even cheated, I can't believe that sh** Man! I don't give a fu*k how you treat that b**h You think I'ma waste a round talking 'bout your ex b**h? I don't need that b**h Plus she talks too much One time I almost literally kneed that b**h I mean, what, he was jealous though, he was tight cause she was you know f**ing off, freaking off Mini skirts with no freaking drawers But, he's still a stupid n***a, sticking his meat in, beating trying to skeet it raw But he ain't know that p**y hole deep in all sh** Crazy mimes couldn't feel her walls I mean, honestly though, what you think, I'm supposed to be forced to k**? I have all my n***a run train on yo' b**h without a cost [?] She'll s** nut after nut after nut til she bawl with tears Random kids come in and out, foster care I mean c'mon my n***a, you wanna make a deal But I don't hate for real, you can f** her but just make sure you pay some bills I don't love her, I just f** her, I exit I'm done It's a wrap, I threw his ex in the air you thought [?] for Pun Mouth game excellent tongue Drop 40 babies sticking out like the Exorcist tongue In case a n***a wanna scheme I'm squeezing a Mag' Since it's whole, it's only right he should leave in a bag Bow, 3-0, Caustic I don't mess around You thought you had me all mapped out but couldn't get a round/around Map, get around, wordplay, y'all get it now? Honestly, [?] for starving, alcoholics relapse Let's get back to the bars Good God, honestly, I can't stand the likes of him Arcane's the bigger name but how when you write for him? I mean, if you think about it dawg, Daniel sacrificed a friend, still made profit/prophet and still known for lying then (lion's den) Goodbye my friend You ain't top tier dummy Organik, my price's are going up, I might need a little bit more top tier money [Round 3: Caustic] Cortez did his typical third round sh** That's when he pulls out the hearse for you It hurts for you But it's third round for you too 'Tez, let's get personal Y'all remember World Domination 4? That's when 'Tez lost to Tax Well 'Tez wasn't feeling too good about himself so he was trying find some ax You ran into a chick named Medusa who was a fan of his sh** They chatted a bit and eventually she took him back to the crib He came back to the hotel ga**ed like he just smashed a female But she got on Facebook the minute you left and unfortunately for you went into graphic detail Now, I know this Medusa girl, I used to talk to her online I mean the broad is not a dime but her body's kinda fine She even used to send me naked pictures once upon a time And told me to keep it cold cause she was dating Uno Lavoz at the time When I heard about what happened with y'all I was honestly surprised But I almost f**ing starting crying laughing when I heard you went soft between the thighs And then you tried to eat the b**h out like it's some kind of consolation prize So she had to pat you on the back like, "Sorry Ernie, happens to lots of guys." That sh** is sick y'all, I ain't even wanna talk about this sh** y'all But he keeps jumping on the stage like he's got some big balls But you couldn't get it up so you giving these b**hes rim jobs? What does it say about you as a man if a b**h named Medusa can't get your dick hard I mean I ain't hating on eating p**y, I mean that ain't no strange shame But what I failed to mention is that JC, Clips and Daylyt hit it the same day So you eating p**y last in line? In a train bang? I gotta point you out as well as say "f** it" and bring flowers to the gang bang I mean, I heard the sh** was still bleeding after JC smashed it So when you finished did she wipe your face with a sanitary napkin? I mean, I'm not trying to antagonize the f*ggot just cause he's agonizingly flaccid I mean I was just trying to get a rise out of him but that's obviously not going to happen Maybe that's why you're so f**ing mad all the time You should get your rocks off it helps I mean a lot of guys have limp dicks don't be so hard on yourself I mean you a stage fright type of dude, that's how I know 'Tez is a b**h I roll up on him at a urinal he'd probably forget how to piss I mean you just said whatever you want about me bro but that sh** isn't fresh So what you think I'm a p**y, what the f** you gonna do? Lick me to d**h? I said, Medusa told me the sh** herself so you know that it's true Plus she said JC was packing more than you and that f**ing f*ggot is 4'2" I mean, she said your co*k was short, what the f** are you acting so co*ky for? You was giving that b**h Medusa head like you was balling out at the Versace store Remember how I was talking about Cortez, famous explorer Ernesto is his cousin, when did you discover you had erectile dysfunction? I mean, I wouldn't do this sh** to a dude that was legit But if you ain't making music you should quit You little stupid piece of sh** Now I gotta stand up here and talk about your useless little dick So how the f** you plan on being famous if you can't even f** the groupies that you get? What did I tell y'all about f**ing these battle hoes? Cause once you f** a battle ho everyone in the battle knows This was just food for thought dawg, some sh** you gotta think about But it's time you went home, you and your girl got some sh** you need to speak about