King of the Dot - The Saurus vs Charron lyrics

[Round 1: Charron] Charron 2.0, givin' the streets cla**ics Someone tell Arsonal I don't do rematches You're the type to bang a b**h and stay behind I get neck and bolt, Frankenstein Toss you in the ocean during a crazy tide Have you sleepin' with Plenty Of Fish since you date online What you worth? Charron's paid to rhyme I fill up boxes for checks like Croatian minds Rip out every page inside The Saurus ‘til I break his spine Or alter your chin like an Asian bride {​sniffs}​ That's what mid tier smells like I crush opponents You're getting sunned up North like summer solstice You're like the gambler I didn't want to role with Get ethered in the casino like when Hunter Thompson upped his dosage Bring a pair of dice to the City, luck is hopeless Slash then Buckethead like Guns N' Roses You lost to a Canadian in Don't Flop I think London noticed It's funny you have a Scarface and got k**ed by 100 Bulletz You're monotone, boring, just retire, buddy This b**h is dull, Bride of Chucky The Saurus, I'm synonym inside this country I'm schooling this fake book, Bible Studies "I spit my bars, as sick as Sars, I'll ninja star your a**" Sounds like you're reading books to a Kindergarten cla** Look at this Peterophile who roams the streets with a knife Girls treat your dick like a rape whistle, they only blow it when they fear for their life You had the best pen game In the freestyle era He scheduled his run, you were bringing that bread now you're pecking at crumbs You picked up some cash from events that you won I'll get rid of that stash like Movember was done We want you to retire, if you don't get that you're dumb In 2014 you're an irrelevant bum If you claim you fathered my style, you neglected your son You're the exact person in 10 years I hope I never become [Round 1: The Saurus] Check check, can you hear me? You can hear me? That's good cause you should know he's just a big clone I'm a terrible father to all the bullsh** kids that I disowned Yo, you're not going to have any fans left by the time I'm done rapping Cause Corey is as corny as that fight that just happened Who the f** is Corey Charron? These days even he ain't sure In six months he went from embracing being a nerd To ga**ed up, thinking he can beat Aye Verb Now fake Grape Street Cripping if you peeps ain't heard Wait buddy, we used to cut him slack for being a teenager But you been b**h since the jump-off like a teenage Eurgh Speaking of which, true story time Tell me if I'm lying or not You would blow a giant co*k for any type of title shot? No? Funny sh** Eurgh told KOTD to s** his dick And you're battling for Don't Flop's International Title, so someone did So desperate, Charron's giving everything that he's got He thinks he's earned it for how hard he's repping King Of The Dot But a title match ain't what you get for thinking you God I'll put a chain around your neck like Jesse Pinkman to Todd Look you almost like Walter White too No matter how you cut it, when you break it down, all your lines blue/blew The barrels being spun You better flea and run Every one I'm with draw on my account no depleted funds It ain't a season of a TV show on VH1 But ya'll about to see Corey bein' sonned by Peter Gunz I ain't even done, I'm on one, I'll crush you in the long run Your head blew up ever since they almost handed you that Shotgun I feel sorry for the City that this p**y corresponds from I feel sorry for your mother, that's the p**y Corey spawned from I lead this movement you just steal my blueprint But I beat you to it Corey we've been through this A true teacher always supersedes his students So I'm putting you to sleep with some Sweet Chin Music How could you be this stupid? Making clownish threats Being yourself is something you used to proudly rep But now you're pulling out them Techs? You went from Malcolm In The Middle to Malcolm X And that's something this crowd respects? You think guns actually sound like Big T's sound effects [Round 2: Charron] Yo, he wanna talk about Breaking Bad so I'll get rid of ya But real talk I'm not Walter White but my squad supply to Bolivia If I got that gat I'll pop the pipe and get ride of ya I'll fill up your tea like Walter White did to Lydia It's an enigma, I'm your protégé It really seems impossible You have more pre-med flips than a Filipino hospital Before this battle he made a personal offer Let's exchange rebu*tals to make our verses be stronger I ain't tryin' to script it out with this dirt poor Father Lets keep this unplanned, like your firstborn daughter Put you in the hospital as it beep away Get tuned up by a doctor, Beats By Dre Here is something Pete would say "I'll turn this to a sea" That ain't gonna fly like Aaliyah plane This grease ball from Greece getting beat today There's so many holes in your face you're sponsored by the PGA You could be the face of Dot Mobb You'd be perfect man You're face is so burnt Ness Lee wants to use it for an insurance scam I'm a pimp, your two sisters hop on and swallow Now they're fighting over the Don, John John and Hollow With your girl, I control her with game just watch son PS for your information I get jobs done Now he needs to be consoled, it don't end off on There's a contest for most ratchet p**y and his ex box won Head shot, what's for supper? I'll rip off Petey's head like the gasman from Dumb And Dumber I'm mental, Brian Griffin your squad will I rap This ain't Family Guy, when Peter's dog dies he's not coming back The Saurus, you're washed up with no future You're the oldest f**ing book since Kamasutra I put that gun to your mouth before I aim and I shoot ya Have you tasting Clips like Cortez when he ate out Medusa Rapping about guns claiming you spark heat If you're packing the mack in the back of the Ac' You're putting Greg in his car seat But if Ars' puts hands on me again, I won't pull out a switch blade I'll just bang your s*ut daughter and use his Crip flag as my jizz rag That ain't an illegal blow that's a TKO Punches hit so hard the crowd scream “Sharkeisha no!” Battle Rap is all you f**ing do Even Whitney in the tub won't die as washed up as you f** a third round this is already through Like a Siamese twin you got bodied in two [Round 2: The Saurus] Here's how I know that Charron's true b**h Cause if Arsonal touch you again, you won't do sh**! You're a f**ing horrible rapper Why'd I write this verse? You're the worst thing to happen to battling since the Grind Time title shirt Boring mismatches and corny Crip tactics Make Corey's b**h-a**-ness clearer than 40-inch plasma's A born again Christian before he grip ratchets So it's an act if you think Corey been savage You aren't as fortunate, I'ma share the art of war with him I'm sharper cause I started before him like Arkham Origins A born contortionist You should have got aborted cause I fathered so many of you marks I could start an orphanage Wait, ya'll don't think it's corny Corey claiming he can Crip Walk? Another lost boy, Corey Haim came to get his pill popped I'll take a cord and strangle Corey for the greater good of Hip Hop Sorry player I'm getting Corey Taylor'd for his Slipknot See he thought that acting more hard would make him sort of popular But ya'll see, Corey's softer than JC's choreographer If I swung you'd call for Law Enforcement Inform an officer, report, record and document it like a court's stenographer This a body, I'm preparing for business Sonning you like I've got characteristics of the parents you lived with I'm not so sure you want beef The whole league will be in Glee when you OD like Cory Monteith Talks cheap, you the hometown favorite But I already own you, no down payment Co-sign the whole way You only a Crip when it's time to role-play like Keyser Söze This a Cold Case Don't miss me, spazz, with each jab Watch this kid be bagged then put six feet past Any b**h he had Must be in rehab cause she hits speed bags like Nick Diaz Ya'll remember when Arcane battled Diz' for the chain? And took it back Diz had a f**ing meltdown mid-round and he f**in' snapped Threw a beer can at a female fan, started a shoving match And Organik still thought that you verses Pat was a worse look than that [Round 3: Charron] Yo, you wanna talk about Nick Diaz? Well watch the champion swing No Anderson Silva but I go out on a limb when I snap in the ring I got exposed with Laura, I don't feel dumb I'd rather Shotti-bang my fake b**h than Uno Lavoz f** my real one I get paid to snap like the paparazzi If your girls on her period I'll put that colon to work like a grammar Nazi Since Pete's a pizza face whose actin' co*ky For the dough I'll turn him inside out like a panzerotti f** shooting, I'll use a gun to stab somebody Put the piece/peace into you, Mahatma Gandhi I'm like MF Doom with the hands of Rocky I don't have a dancing hobby But a mask is on me when I'm catching bodies like the Jabbawockeez It's like my Dad's on his d**hbed, observing all my traits Like, ‘Son, turn your life around and stop murdering with Grapes' Hoh hoh, WRC's searching for the tapes You been mid-tier for six years, all that works been put to waste The fans want you to retire, you're not worthy of the stage You named yourself after a book but never turned the other page It's like I pulled the plug on my Dad, the first word I say is ‘Thanks' For being such a failure, that the new generation can learn from your mistakes Beep, beep, flat line But the doctors resurrected his life I'll k** him again, since he likes doing everything twice You're someone Battle Rap is not gonna miss If scars prove our pastures will, with that face you'll always exist For the past year I've wanted my father to call this sh** quits I feel like Simba while he watches Mufasa fall from the cliff Damn homie! When I was in grade school you were the man, homie! Now I get paid twice as much as Saurus do Much Music gave me 20 G's to record some tunes Mr. Two Time Everything's never toured with Wu You're twice my age and I've accomplished two times more than you Real talk this my last battle Too much drama and stress Now I'm all about making music and cashing in checks I'm done with King Of The Dot, I wish Organik the best Psych tell that cry baby Dizaster he's next Title f**ing shot! [Verse 3: The Saurus] If you cats ain't guessed, Pat Stay is next It's a goddamn shame that we can't place bets Cause I'm as positive as your last AIDS test There's no way that chain gets around your giraffe-shaped neck When you got kicked out the BET Cypher, that was the most depressing sh** ever You went on the news to cry about it before you settled your temper You said their racist views prevented you from getting remembered But ain't that kind of like the pot calling the kettle the n-word? I mean maybe you didn't get a BET Cypher spot Cause they noticed you can't even get a KOTD title shot Maybe they thought you're a pathetic piece of sh** Who pretends that he's a Crip Cause he's in desperate need of any free attention he can get Or maybe they just didn't think your freestyles was that tight Or didn't like how you were claiming to be down with that life But you would of seen it coming if you think about the past, right? It ain't the first time BET reached out to Smack white They slapped you with the iron palm You're not hard if you're in a cop car for being invited on a Ride Along You started rapping just to spite your Mom Because you grew up in a household that taught you the difference between white and wrong Your life is all make believe, stop it! The only flag you should ever rep has a maple leaf on it But he thought that he was Cripping, in Ottawa Where value in property has risen to second in North America's quality of living So maybe BET is just waiting ‘til that apology is given I mean white rapper, white community What? Insulting black culture is just following tradition? Ya'll tell me, who's the actual racist? You went on national news and looked in the camera to say sh** About how THEY discriminated But examine your statements You're not a black guy Charron It's time to man up and face it All you are is a black eye on Black Entertainment