King of the Dot - Bender vs The Saurus lyrics

[Round 1: Bender] He brought clips to mags, I'm here to give him a year subscription Should've told him this clearly isn't a wise career decision Said when it comes to lyricism you and I is a mirror image So... let's reflect on that and let these people hear the difference Nah f** that! Salami boy That's you, you a straight Humpty, I bet you study the dance moves I'm guessing nine months before your mother had you She was getting busy in that Burger King bathroom I'm bagging him in two if we ain't gambling for loot We'll take a page from Lux, go battle on a roof Loser has to jump, I'll hand the kid a noose He can choose to snap his neck or get splattered on the stoop I'm that... burning bush that Moses was sure that he saw in the desert You that nerd with the pocket protector, that turned into The Toxic Avenger These hay makers will do you a favor, take the rest of that face off ya Well see more jaws dropping then on that leper colony you escaped off of You got Ben in a box? That's minute rice You can't stop me, I'm so sincere, you smoke and mirrors, this slang godly ATM...bank on me I told you I'm Bomb got Hank Shocklee's brain placed inside a motherf**ing Krang body Now I spent some time last week, thinkin of ways to call you ugly This being 1080p that's gonna do the job just lovely But I heard you came from Greece, I thought to myself that's funny Cause you being from Greece, that's like me being from Hungary And I'm hella feeling the Bay! Joe Cutter, Animal Planet, even Dan is a savage These are some cats that actually rap If he sent me a verse recording, I'd be happy to match it If you weren't known for being a b**h on a track like Danica Patrick You wanna collab' I'll need cake for that track Petey You'd have to round up three K like a clan meeting Look he must know, no one's tryin to book him for shows He could try the kush and the blow to try to cushion the blow But since '09 you been sh**, I can't co-sign you a bit As far as I'm concerned you got no right to exist Maybe calling him a legend the whole time was a myth Cause that old climate has shifted been no shine for you since Gotta low rider down there my b**h stole right down on Fifth Sitting on a slope it could roll right down the strip Wrap a close line round your wrist, so they're both tied to the shift Have you ghost riding the whip while it goes right off the bridge I think you get the message now The second round I'll make him settle down like a wedding vow Ay yo Craig Mac wants his face back! You know whats f**ed up? Wait... Day tattooed on a full Spawn mask and you're still known as the Fresh Coast dude with the f**ed-up face Ain't that some sh** [Round 1: The Saurus] I gotta line that's bout to send you to the outer limits But first I gotta wait another thousand minutes for Mistah F.A.B.'s first round to finish He wrote some extra raps, to switch the limits and mess around Thinks he set a trap But what's the best attack against a cat, who tries to spread a man in a second flat? The right, dead his a**, turn off the lights Teddy Pendergra** The left, Bender's neck'll snap like Hendrix smashed a fender strat Let's get it My Bay battles been too few and far between f** Lux I'll take you to that roof like Martin Sheen Start the scene, cameras rolling, graph writer, can controlling, cannon loaded Damn it Rich Gannon's going back to Oakland Throwing missiles homie I don't miss Eyes closed you could show me where the blindfold is I'll test Big Ben's hands without a timezone switch And start flashing off top like a 5-0's whip You think a cyclone hit, don't cry though b**h Cause that's a high tone pitch, no strike zone fits Every shot that I throw splits your microchips If Bend getting outta pocket like the iPhone 6 This kid's gotta drinking problem he ain't gotta bright future At the bar last night till last call, a blind loser He said, "you wanna wine cooler?" Nah I'm not a high schooler Three shots later he's walking like Walter White Jr Sooner or later I had to prove you a b**h Bender I'm here to toss money around like a big spender Limbs getting dismembered, head spinning, hit record, quick tempered This shot won the West like a Winchester I've been tested over time and I know that I could beat him Double wide tomb don't close the mausoleum I'ma show this clown the meaning of how locals start the season Leave his head half empty that's the Oakland Coliseum You gonna die, I bet if you challenge me you'll be way off No I said you diabetic I challenge you to a weigh off [Round 2: The Bender] Now I seen you tryin to network with your music You got no hype, you target at building but no one's getting on board That's a drone strike Me I've been a beast since Keith Richards had a clean liver I'ma high priest to that motherf**ing low life I ain't do no research, I don't care what you do But you engaged like every other week so I think it's fair to a**ume Any woman you get to agree to marrying you Is gonna call it off quicker than Arabs and Jews declaring a truce You a straight chicken hawk, I feel you Morris You like to get em s**ing while they're young that's Philip Morris [Bender forgets his lines] f** it I got it, I got it thanks You came with light material, photons You can bet on against me or outside of your elements like electrons When son fire you black out, ain't nothing safe from this heat My one liners are flat out 180 degrees [Bender chokes and Dirtbag Dan pleads with him to call time] [Round 2: The Saurus] Now when he goes to the store he asks for paint and a blank canvas When he goes to the barber he asks for the Sage Francis A fat middle aged depressed artist can barely fit the jeans you're rocking Bottle feeding the addiction of your inner demons talking You bout to set a record, player, but it's a different needle dropping You have a million things in common with Philip Seymour Hoffman (Cause he died) Caution tape the crime scene and let the lord be with him If you think he won a round it doesn't count like Norbes' opinion In your condition man you need to f**ing stop it If this painter make a stand you'll see the ease I'll brush him off with Now you f**ing lost it but I won't say how Gloves off you must a quit that's the OJ trial sh** we could go eight rounds, I'll crush you till they shut this whole place down Then have it opened back up like a cold case file Now you thought your were the first airborne you a paratrooper Air maneuver, keep this cat on his feet like a pair a Pumas Barracuda tearing through ya Harry Truman airing nukes I'll stop the tape and you'll get whipped off cam; like Ferris Bueller I'll bury you and snatch your soul Hack your skull, have it sold Come together, Abbey Road Battle's over, casket's closed But there's a thousand ways for you to die And since I'm the man they chose, sh** I'll pick Bender off the balcony like Amber Rose I have it sowed, you're gonna throw every punch that you can f** flight distance, I'm still waiting for something to land Waiting to battle but you weren't ready, and you still not So it's turned deadly, cause I'ma beat you with the bottle you been stuck in since you turned twenty You on my last nerve ending and I'm such a cold puncher One hit, 360, no Rolling Stone cover So tell any broke f**er who said my career's deaded I'll bring it back to life with no paramedic like Claire Bennet [Round 3: Bender] Now we all talk sh** in battles that we're not gonna do actually But I'm concerned with this gun sh** you been on Playing that fantasy You talk about drawing them llamas when you ain't prepared to start clapping P That would be like drawing Mohammed Real k**ers might run up and clear out a magazine Now pardon me, I almost hopes they let off rounds in this dude Splash him and take some years off his life, fountain of youth Let me get this outta my system I hope you get found by some goons and they put five in The Saurus like a perfect album review Back in Vegas he roll with a pack a rats, no Sammy Davis Round here, he's signing affidavits all across the San Andreas So I'm not talking 'bout no tracks he make with Planet Asia When I say the factual statement you've collaborated with Cali Agents Man I'm playin, but it's just like f** every angle's taking You've battled 650 times on YouTube no exaggeration That's amazing Where the f** did they get you I'm just saying I'm thinkin maybe you shoulda went out in your prime like Amadeus, let me explain He rose to prominence with the Oakland audience So I suppose this common sense his old accomplishments of global dominance It started here but grow synonymous with his overconfidence But, you know the consequence, overexposing all this sh** Promoters jocking him at first reverse then broke they promises You saw the opponents Okwerdz got You hurt, won't acknowledge it, but every event felt like a knife in your back That's Roman politics Was it your face, that look like post apocalyptic molten Lava pits Or your gross incompetence making that music no one bothered with Now you just overstayed your welcome, sunk down to the middle tier Lost all your sh** now they saying you don't belong in this He's battled long depressions because the man is not the legend They're like Santa Claus and penguins, that's polar opposites Now he's stacking all this bread up, packs it up, moves to the desert In the end that money's gonna be just another ghost you're haunted with Cause you could stack a mountain of dead presidents, like that South Dakota monument But that pot is getting raked cause you'll never know when to fold and walk with it And you deserve it, you treat your fans like sh**, ay The Saurus I don't mean just being a dick, he rips em off, he's made a fortune Seven years ago Kyle Conway bought a verse you still ain't record it So if you wanna track with Pete don't hold your breath if he paid you for it I thought you had cards up your sleeve, your boy bluffing, I just royal flushed em Now who the f** is Doyle Brunson? I said from here on in I'm only battling legends But if the money's right tell Ness that I might just make an exception! [Round 3: The Saurus] You can diss me for playin cards, but I just think you're hating I made $6K last week clicking bu*tons, how much did you rake in finger painting? It doesn't make a difference who oversees it, your ship is sailing Yoke up I'll finish his egg before it's finished incubating Face it, you don't know what getting paid is till you've raised kids on both sides of the Bay bridge Yea I gamble for a living but you need to look closer Cause I even made a bet on this battle, I took over I ain't come to joke around You know this clown's been broken down and for what was supposed to be my Oakland crowd This is how a closing round supposed to sound Expect no less from me, rep the West, protect the legacy Bender's dead in three, prep ahead get the stretcher please Before I got on stage, I double checked my weaponry And knew I'd wind up armed from all angles like Dennis Eckersley You're second best to me, I mean you make tight music But in this battle sh**, all you did was take my blueprint So when I see your mug I wanna put a straight right to it You just got a nose for it like the K-9 unit Sounding stupid every time I hear this fella force it I tell him forfeit, you won't get awarded but I'll give you metal for it I'm metamorphing mad heart and you can tell I poured it into every bar Cause he got hit so hard he teleported You ready for it? This your time to be heard, it's that word on street start biting the curb I like beef, your boys wanna fight with me, Word I lift your entire team like they hired Steve Kerr You can't deter me ain't nobody moving, that's a big red flag no Soviet Union Jesus! I'm not religious I'm only a**uming You'll get bodied and whine that's holy communion Time