King of the Dot - Rone vs. Goodz lyrics

[Round 1: Rone] Yo, so welcome back to the ring Goodz It's been a while You look like a pedophile with better style People said, "Don't battle Goodz" They really got no trust in you People that I know, that you know, but they don't even f** with you They said, "Don't do it Rone. Goodz ain't up to snuff with you." They think you s**, I found myself being the one that's sticking up for you "Goodz is, Goodz is, Goodz is pretty good" I'm trying to get you help But inside I know the truth, that I'm lying to myself I took my head up out the clouds This ain't a battle for the crown This is me taking out the old dog just to put him DOWN Having a mediocre record and still hustling is not doing big things You seven and seven, still Jack and Coke and I'm not talking mixed drinks Why they call you Goodz The Animal? Is it the animal instincts? Or is it the fact that every battle that Goodz The Animal in stinks? I mean, I think you got me and Goodz The Animal confused I'm carnivorous, what type of animal are you? I'm a rapture in the tooth, I'm the f**ing antlers of a moose I'm a mammoth on the loose, you're a panda at the zoo I'll leave The Animal extinct, the perfect adjective for you Call Animal Rescue the way I'm handling this dude I will smack him with a shoe, with my hand or with the boot Call the ASPCA this sh** is animal abuse I will go to your spot, get the captain a crown You're a fifth of Henny, your handle of Jack is going down Put down the bottle so fast, don't even pa** it around You would think I was Belushi up in the Animal House I mean, I've seen all The Animals battles I know The Animal's tactics, I've watched all your game tape I watch the Animal Planet When was he last a savage? It's been awhile Animal, you ain't meant for the Serengeti You ain't a wild animal, nah you ain't 'bout that You just a house cat, better yet a fowl rat I'm leading to my mouse trap Goodz The Animal, I'm Rone The Cannibal I'll whoop your a** so bad they'll owe you 40 acres AND A MULE You better duck, get Aflac or expect a good bill I will take your dame and drive her right out of the hood still But this MASSacre up in Boston, they didn't think I could k** After the way I'm hunting, they're going to be reading Goodz Will I mean, I mean, you got a tag for your shirt, I got a tag for his foot Paper or plastic? Man, I got a bag for The Goodz I will put you in the news like no other story could Tune into Good Morning America to see America mourning Goodz [Goodz] Finally man, damn! Finally [Rone] I said, the k**er's in the building, that's asbestos I came with the chicken, that's an egg roll You try to stick up my camp like a tent pole You get k**ed for what you draw, that's Charlie Hedbo I'm quick to pop off a bottle of pop off They rushing to put stock on it Top dawg with lock jaw Push kid and they back off [?] Or maybe I'm hot sauce Crossing Timothy Mozgov But you go home sealing fake jeans up on your Instagram? Bro, you're a business man? That's your f**ing business plan? You got no green, that's a salad full of croutons Every time I shop-every time you shop I know you using coupons Hollow Da Don the man did you too wrong You melted down like a fire at Madame Tussauds MTV fact pop, that's a wack shop But you got your a** waxed, pause, that's a stat shop And put on a black top, you gon' need some good luck Cause you have the teeth of a motherf**ing Woodchuck Speaking of Chuck [Goodz] I got a beautiful smile [Rone] It's disgusting. It's ugly [Goodz] I got a real nice smile I think [Rone] Speaking of Chuck, you've been slurping And you ain't even from Chuck's hood So I'm wondering... How much wood would a woodchuck s** if he could s** all Chuck's wood? You have the body type of an overstuffed Teddy bear All that extra flesh God and you couldn't stick a neck in there? I'm mean, Goodz don't got the goods God? Is that some kind of joke? It makes me want to strangle him, but where the f** would I choke? You put a face here and a chest here, well...were do you put the throat? I mean, I'd tell him to go hang himself but where would he put the rope? Bro, I hope you get some neck while you're here But believe that sh** Cause everything I can tell, you really NEED that sh** I mean, what are these lines around your neck dawg? It looks like your head could pop right off like you're a Ken doll But, I'm a Patriot, but your girl call me Casanova I see your chick like I'm the Gronk of the battle culture Watch that trick play like a pa** to Solider Then I line up in her slot just like I'm Amendola I mean, I will take any crown, [?] or his first filling I'll steal/Steel him like I'm Havlicek, it'll give him the worst feeling Bill Buckner, man this s**er doesn't deserve billing I'll sock/Sox him, it gets bloody, we can call that the Curt Schilling But your whole concern is fashion The way that he's dressing Well I'm finna Glad bag you if you're just dying to be the freshest Fashion is your indulgence like fried chicken is to Precious You are so obsessed with flossing, who the f** is you? My dentist? I mean... Christian Dior, Michael Koors, Tom Ford for the mack Calvin Klein, maybe Dolce, Givenchy all black Armani, Ralph and Tommy or the Prada with the strap You don't got a job but you still got the white man on your back! At least I respect this f**ing league though, you just f** up the name You just come to get paid You just come for some change That's no respect for the fans and that's no respect for the stage And that's exactly why Goodz will never be one of the greats Let's go man [Round 2: Goodz] Michael Jackson with the gat Tell this cracker to Beat It That Burberry made that sweat look good Tell Rone lift up his shirt You sweating like me verses Conceited Quick question; how much you got paid to do this battle Rone? [Rone] Two million [Goodz] About a quick rack For that fans that's wondering why I'm here battling Rone I got paid six stacks to do one round for five minutes To be honest, I tried to give the six back But my daughter said, "Daddy You know how much Kit Kat's I can get with that?" That's a lot And she loves chocolate Oh yeah, little mama fancy y'all but it's ironic my daughter and Rone got something in common (What's that?) A bunch of f**ing candy bars I can do your type of battling You can't do my type of battling Cause you can't be hard I bet you got an index card tapped to your dresser drawer That says "panties/bra" I'm battling a real good kid This don't even seem right The toughest thing you ever did was cross the street on a green light [Rone] Yellow. The light was yellow [Goodz] You REALLY a f**ing good kid This really don't seem right Last night you probably washed all your boxers hoping this was a clean fight Truthfully, I don't give a sh** about this battle Sounds stupid, but true I don't care about this battle SO MUCH, n***a I'm rooting for YOU You can bring all your crews Go to your nice gated community, bring all them dudes sh** I don't even care if you WIN Six racks for one round, I could afford to lose But nobody knows you, so you have to find a crew I said this sh** to Ah Di but it really applies to you I know you NEVER sat with the cool kids If this was high school we'd be some kind of studs You know the popular crew everybody wanna be around and love? The jocks, the athletes, f**ing all the cheer leaders, smoking on the finest bud Teachers thinking we some kind of thugs Yoooou'd probably be in the Science Club So you said, um, I'm not happy I'm sad No happiness here So I guess I'm never happy Well my daughter on the honor roll, I'm very happy Matter of fact, half of me is not Cause my right hand caught two cases and [?] consecutive yet Been in the Feds for six months and ain't sentence him yet So you right Rone I'm not happy, but be clear When my smile turn to a frown it's cause I'm thinking my friend is supposed to be here Slow down Goodz you losing 'em Times get hard for me? I go to selling d** They get hard for you? You go to using 'em You're such a tough Caucasian, huh Well we shoot arms right Since I'm a hustler watch me get rid of y'all tonight That's how you move hard white I'm from the D-Boy block, don't get your ego shot I empty out the whole clip then reload stock Look at who I'm always with, they keep those Glo- Look who I'm talking to You look like you got a real good 3 point shot You look the team call you when it's free throw time You look like Rex Chapman at the 3 point line I don't give a sh*t about this battle It means nothing to me At least in the URL, if my opponent act tough I can snuff him If I hit you, you will f**ing sue me What you thought? I was gonna get up here and front for you? Oh y'all think this is easy? To get up here and act like this is something I wanna do? We on two different planets I walk in any venue, they carry me to the front I guess even battle rap gotta give back, so f** it, this is my charity for the month What?! You don't get it? Is clarity what you want? You right, I only did this battle for the money Now you happy you lil' punk? I don't give a half a sh** about this battle Let's keep it gutter The real reason I came here cause I deaded Charlie Clips moms and I was hoping to meet your mother I need me a white b**h That sniff coke and like dick Preferably an ex-stripper that still could do nice tricks And your mother fit that description I don't give a white motherf** about this battle f** boys stay calm I'm home You must've switched places with DNA because I just bombed on Rome Half a gallon, I can't help it, the thug is in me As y'all can see I ain't drink this whole battle This sh** wasn't even worth my cup of Henny