King of the Dot - Daylyt vs Loe Pesci lyrics

[Round 1: Daylyt] Let's keep it a buck, he didn't show up to the press conference I don't give a f** what cuz did, watch this... {Puts his hand down his pants and rubs it in Loe Pesci's face} When we do battles like this it shows y'all it's a hella sport I create these dead bodies, today is gon' be Umbrella Corp I teleport these b**h a** n***as, you gon' vanish into thin air You and your lil booty gang, watch out... {Daylyt pushes Loe Pesci out of the way to get to his entourage} Honey Bear get beat with the (?) Winnie the Pootie Tang What matter is I go at 'em (atom), That's what everything is made of He say he slang d**? We wouldn't see him holding a big rock if he was a cave thug I'm enraged cause when Boy Meets World full of gangstas Y'all n***as pretend, f*ggot But I say I'm really hood Then yell "official" Cause I got Arm Strong and I been (Ben) Savage I put the 5 to the boy, gun it, he blind He ain't see the book coming So he lied on the floor, for sure, I'm in my prime, mate (primate) That's when the climate change You softer than yogurt, Danimals I'm from where the animals fight I grew up in primal rage I got a k**er instinct, took the spinal route Back bones snapping, you could see we G/Ouija I'm just a-head with the flow/floor, that's a DDT I said these birds wanna talk and now I gotta parrot watch I left the pricer cause I'm nicer than the n***a that share a lot This where I over cop k**, I'm going for the sheriff's spot Transcribe it, whatever they read/red over the head The flow's Carrot Top They gon' be scared to watch this sh** Cause I'm marking out For today, my new slogan is "Keep it hip-hop-n***a f** what you talking 'bout!" [Round 1: Loe Pesci] That sh** you did there was disrespectful... {Daylyt opens up an umbrella and puts it in front of Loe Pesci's face} That sh** you did there was disrespectful, no less Right now, why my face smelling like Charron's breath? To me you're just a stepping stone like the next to Hov Yeah you stand tall but you s** on the block, you Greg Monroe My shooters cap knees like Westbrook and Derrick Rose The shot clock's an instrument, a symphony of weapons load All you hear is "click, click, click" it ain't Kanye's metronome Shouldn't you be out somewhere grinding on the strip? Not doing blogs after battles and whining like a b**h Don't tell me that you proud of this stuff Battles done, you got paid, right? The amount is enough? Your mouth should be shut Just kick back with that paper like Howard the Duck Your blog was some hater sh** You said next opponent who chokes You gon' sprain your fist til his face is split But then you choke in your next battle, the one that you got naked in If you really a G you'd knock yourself out like Jadakiss Hell yeah I seen your blog for Math How you feel about your loss to Math? Why you begged for a rematch when you talked to Vlad And got LA BattleGroundz to setup a f**ing boxing match? Now I don't know how behind the scenes Math be coming at you But homie that don't sound like somebody who thinks they won the battle Like what you trying to prove? Trying to diss than call out Yung III? What you trying to do? Be known as the British Elvis and die in the Lou? During Math's rounds Daylyt was snoring He should've lifted your frame out them Jordans Disrespect like that, his clique should've had guns pointing everywhere Like a Daylyt performance Your Quill game, real lame, you got a light quill I'll burn pages of what you wrote that sh** with I will Lyt/light quill You got like 2 bars per battle, you only give 'em slight chills You think Day Quill? (Dayquil) I will pop and put him to sleep; night night Quill (Nyquil) [Round 2: Daylyt] I run battle rap, y'all can see it I been getting my cardio steps in Y'all gon enjoy, stick to one bu*ton it give 'em a good ol' box I got that Atari flow, yes, sh**, what is this? Motorcycle wear? You hardly (Harley) could dress kid We wouldn't see you in Louie, G (Luigi) if you was Mario best friend Bars I brought just ten (Justin), Bieber You would win, but I'll be damned, house of a beaver Break the happy home, spouse is a cheater I could spot you cats Check my career, look at all the people I browse (eyebrows) Y'all thought only The Rock do that Well you can smell when the rock is cooking Yeah the block is back, Bloah! You no longer have to wonder if Heaven Got A Ghetto When that tool pop (2Pac) his back What you know about that Thug Life? When we Ride On Our Enemies He was in the house playing with Pokemon cards relying on his energy But my inner G telling me, this where I gotta overk** Double hurt, every round you pick I chew (Pikachu) You better evolve and write you (Raichu) another verse Matter fact... POCKET CHECK! n***a, it's over with I just punked you n***a I'm done with round 2 Tech 9, I'm your uncle n***a! [Round 2: Loe Pesci] I don't care if they say you Crip, this kid is a queer How come you ended your f**ing round by licking my ear? How you rock and get up in the ring playing dressed up like a kid? I said how you rock them get ups in the ring You should be playing dress up with your kid You got a whiz, you having s** nightly But when you saw that b**h with the "Drake" tat on the forehead You said, "That's my next wifey!" Your family knows there's something wrong Granny know he f**ing soft How many time you spat in her wrinkled little hand to try and scrub it off We all thinking he a gangster, but I know that he a s**er Why? We just spent a whole month writing poems for each other When KOTD took over out west, we really got you started over there The Rich Dolarz battle is what got you known and feared Organik's Todd McFarlane, the Canadian Spawned your whole career I want alien guns and f** what it cost to get it Rumor is it put a hole thru the moon, but that's off the record All I do is tell em tall whites, hit the flying saucer, get it? Teleport back cause it's cost effective And start unloading like the Boston Celtics He get naked, watch son get blammed Shoot him in the a**, now he really bu*t hurt, no upset fan Should I put the metal to his mouth like bu*thead? Nah Shove that K in his nose like a dub step jam My life changed since I bought a 3D printer Who said I ain't got guns? My cannon beam these triggers I print guns, a**ault rifles, CD's, scriptures sh** even a bottle of Henny with a 3D sniffer You need a 3D printer? I hustle 3D printers I got the only 3D printer that prints 3D printers But wait, Daylyt you can't be robbed, right? You're a god in the making Art Of War on his foes, he be causing frustrations Tru Life tried to rob him on the strip But got confused cause he was already naked TIME! [Round 3: Daylyt] There was a time in this game where I was fighting for a rough spot In a room full of nerds, they had this sh** on a tough lock I had to deal with them gay a** dick jokes I felt like my luck stopped Cause they called me different cause they don't know what Watts Put it to my head, I was bred to give you a hospital faster than expected We bust Glocks, you think the slugs funny? It's Bugs Bunny, soon as we say wa**up, doc Why bother putting a toddler versus a Godfather? That got farther than you ever did Gambling is illegal for children, so how are you better kid? sh**, you not... constipated I just waited for this match to strike To call you a dick face, p**y, man who*e, hermaphrodite It's Moses; my M.O. is (Moses) to see (sea) these n***as split The shells like great Nintendo sales, you see we (Wii) k**ing sh** Organik hit me up and was like "We don't want the violence, sh**.." It's around that time of the verse and y'all know what time is it Sike! I lied... You don't get the ski mask, you don't got ski masks like that Organik hit me up and was like "I got somebody for you" I said "who?" He said "hey, Loe Pesci" I said "WHAT THE fu*k?!" This n***a's horse food That's hay, Loe Pesci I always wanted to meet you in person just so I could say "Hey, Loe Pesci" Cold round, that sh** look like hail, Loe Pesci I was in your ex box (Xbox) and I wasn't playing Halo Pesci Gold rounds to your top, that's a Halo Pesci I f**ing hate Loe Pesci I should push your sh** to the side, give you them Stallone features fast Or I should have my East Side Grape Street Canadian Crip Charron beat yo' a** {Daylyt brings Charron out and they flash Crip} You joke homie? No joke homie, we gon choke homie But it's Loe Pesci, we know Pesci gon choke homie No books, I'ma catch him waiting at the library In the back of the library eating a pack of lime berries Walk up to 'em like "Aye, keep it a buck" Soon as he lie, bury, the librarian gon find a box you could lie buried in With that being said... I got my respect So I'ma go out with a bang Pocket check... [Round 3: Loe Pesci] How you gonna convince me Charron is a Crip? He might be the best freestyler on the planet, Charron is a wimp Your baby cry every time you pa** the baby crib Who's the boss? You pay the rent? But that's your lady crib All you do is take orders, that's dictatorship I wonder who wears the pants in THAT relationship He be like, "Don't talk to me like that boo boo, I'm a grown a** Batman." I seen your blogs with them guns, go hard with them guns You won't have none left once Obama is done I'm on that real mean sh**, globalist elite, try and k** you in your sleep k** you with your medicine, k** you with what you eat sh** It's about to get real, these lines over your head Don't know what's in 'em like chem trails These bankers trying to steal these chips Hands in your pockets, they already filthy rich You thinking they'll k** you in a protest, once y'all fill these strips Y'all gon feel these clips Ask one question, then the gat at where your teeth is Brain splattered into pieces, look at what's happening in Egypt You thinking "My country would never k** me, sh**!" But you'll be off on purpose on some Lil B sh** I'm the shadow hands the puppeteers Seal Team Six I'm that Nano-thermite that makes steel beams split I'm not an esse, I'm NSA, I'm foul player I'll listen to everything you and your boys say on the phone Even your town mayor I bought a billion rounds of hollow points And them sh**s came from Al Quieda So I'm saying dawg, don't get to know 'em Or you'll be running round leaking like Edward Snowden Check the poem, Republicans are red, Democrats are blue Both funded and run by a small faction If you a soldier, take orders and stop acting How could his boys see him rock red in battles Get naked and not bash him, you just blew it, you 911 And if you read a little more you would get it, you false flagging He can't even take that mask off when he old and gray He be sitting round watching Matlock while he hold his face To battle rap you're a cancer or an open case Your antics getting overplayed Daylyt, you Obama's birth certificate, everybody know you fake