King of the Dot - Gin-I vs Psycoses lyrics

[Round 1: Psycoses] So they sent you all the way from South Africa thinking you might fulfill your worth Not knowing the kid was already dead before he came out that b**h like a stillborn birth The [?] hurts cause I try to keep in mind of peace 'Til you try to thieve a piece of mine and this piece of mine Will breach this piece of mind And leaving his mind into pieces that flying on the people behind Will catch a piece of his mind like he's critiquing these guys But I don't need to let a piece speak in his mind Cause if he's speaking, he's mine We see you don't mind speaking of other names But if the other name that he's speaking is mine? Then I'm just gonna be reaching inside and just peak in his mind And pull his brains out through his mouth Now he's speaking his mind! You keep screaming but why? Cause even when you stop the screaming {​​​heckler in the crowd talking}​​​ Yo, that mouth of yours, you need to keep zipped h*mo If I wanted some annoying f*ggot to talk through my rounds I would've asked for Queenzflip to co-host You keep screaming but why? Cause even when you stop the screaming You pause and even pause uneven like the uneven pause of even needing watch the streaming pause and even pause uneven You'll see the pause uneven See I can Blackout 2/too I'm the Real Deal giving you that Okwerdz treatment I'm not police but you'll get stomped and beat up on these streets for all to see when I Rodney King 'em You'll get left hanging from a cross Looking a lot like Jesus You waste of life! Like your father's penis shot the semen To your mom to be an embryonic being Then on one evening started bleeding then lost her fetus on a posturepedic So stop the screaming Or I'm going to have to censor Gin And I'm betting you're nothing but silencer Gin You're gonna be looking like you went through trash condenser Gin Or better yet, head first in to a mincer Gin When I let a knife come in surging, in surgeon, like insurgents Gonna get a bit tenser Gin with your neck sure slit in And I just Pez Dispensered Gin And if you get to lashing back then we're gonna have to handle that Disturbing The Peace like Ludacris when you get a beat for snapping like Atlanta rap We'll get it popping Yo, we'll get it popping Nahmasaying? You can even get a smack with that You got the chain in your country? I give a f** what this f*ggot has I'll travel back to the habitat where you having that And get unchained when I straight jack it/jacket like a Houdini magic act You'll be moving to the side quicker than an MC Hammer dance Thinking you can't advance or haven't had the chance at that Is tragic as the aftermath and damage that the ma** attack Japan had planned to capture land and shattered Man, that's a fact It's like dinner with Dumbfoundead, how fast I make a snack of cats When I break a body down with substance, it's like a cartel acid bath And in fact, the people in your region just believe your fibs of evil sh** Not seeing that you're leaning them to deep regrets but to me it's just a bottle of Beefeater, I see through Gin And if your people trip, I'll maneuver through the group of dudes that feud and fume Leaving those squares mixed up with more combos than a Rubix Cube If you throw a fist than it's over quick as throwing a choke submission I'm Forrest Griffin, they go and ship 'em when I'm done boxing Gin like prohibition So don't [?] on how loud he spits or how he gets all rowdy when he's shouting And it never counted just amount to this Cause I just finished this b**h in the first round on some Ronda Rousey sh** So stop the pouting b**h Or I'll let the metal make you sprint like an Olympic first place go As soon as it burst they go One arm waving got you running home like a third base coach I should've battled the Asian Jin But it's alright cause tonight you're gonna wind up just like him Cause the industry already showed us that a Jin/Gin can't handle bars when he's faced with a rough writer/Ruff Ryder Time [Round 2: Psycoses] Yo, he just said something about a genocide I thought, "I'm gonna lose it" And some of you people ga**ed that line to d**h like Auschwitz victims So rebu*tal that is what I gotta do then So after I'm done moving this Gin aside/genocide, k**ing everyone in your camp is the final solution Now, your career consists of three main battles in total All three performances more shaky than Michael Fox And this battle, will have your spirit burning with Gin going down in flames like I ordered a fire shot Cause you just throw jabs in the ring I can hit with the jab, uppercut or the straight cross But I really made a name off throwing the hardest hook on each feature like Nate Dogg Now what are you known for? He owns his own battle league in South Africa called Scrambles4Money Just trying to keep the league alive as he scrambles for money He's the local martyr But averaging under a thousand views per video makes you a worse look for battle rap than Total Slaughter But that posed a thought cause you drive on the left side of the road in South Africa when you ride So this just might exemplify as to why it isn't quite a big surprise That your league has never been in, it just isn't driven right As soon as you got booked you should've split from this body like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde Now's your chance mister...hide Cause I brought something out of this world that'll make a South African sick inside like District 9 Now who's this b**h tonight? It's...Gin-I Reminds me of Forrest Gump when he's saying "Jenny" So don't talk about any crazy slots when you're softer than a baby's bottom and sweeter than rib eye And Gin-I will talk about local shootings in his bars like his life's too gory though Like, "I've had more k**ings on my street in a week than your cities had in like eight months." Cool story bro Dude's corny so the gap between us is more than an English barrier Interpreting from how you leave the crowd anguished But your words never translate to the crowd cause you're not really speaking our language He could not hang with Pigsty in World Domination 4 so you're left with no supporters Cause you got buried by a pigsty like an episode of Hoarders (That was light) Those threats you throw are boring so let it stop My hardest left hits and turns insomniacs to narcoleptics when they're getting socked Have your face bulging from a jaw breaker like the ones Ed, Edd N Eddie cop Keep my right hand like Aye Verb's tranny mother This b**h is already co*ked It's like that Trap Queen track when you're getting dropped Cause from a single hit, I won/eye one like Fetty Wap (I'm like what's up? Hello!) Yo, bet he drops when I pop and give this b**h a shot like Botox doctors and I pop his lip Cause you talk like Muhammad Ali boxing with all that co*ky sh** But might get a bit self conscious when my conscience is conscious When I consciously knock you unconscious Lost in the conscious sub conscience thought when a conscience loss of consciousness Get your noggin hit Your face will go from red to white then black to blue on some hood hopping sh** Stop it Gin, it's like the d**h of that Casey Anthony girl if I squab with him Cause my k**er instincts so deadly I could get away with murder with how I'm boxing kid You get treated like bootlegging That means if I have to cross the line then I'm socking Gin 'Ganik you should've talked with him and cautioned Gin Cause I'm a f**ing problem like the condom rip With bars deadlier than the one Dimebag Darrel got shot up in Toronto what up? 90 second rounds so for now that's all he gets So stick around please for round 3 cause I'm about to talk A LOT of sh** Let's go [Round 3: Psycoses] 'Ganik, Bishop I really don't understand how he got brought to me Cause I'll make sure these people never get a taste of Gin substance again like an alcoholic anonymous team Except I don't need a 12 step program for y'all to see that I'm about to get this body clean You always scream to overcompensate for your lack of punch power thinking it might help but You're like Edward Norton in Fight Club Cause in the end you're really f**ing yourself up Get your wealth up cause you don't get cash for battles You don't even get light payments And since you don't make sense it don't make cents And your whole aroma just don't make scents against my fragrance But you probably got confident thinking you just might take this That sh** had my mind bugging like head lice cases Cause you got thrown to the Wolves in this battle You might as well have let Head I.C.E. take him But they still sent me thinking you could test my statements To test my weight to test my fate then This a doctor to a med school undergrad You're not even good enough to test my patience/patients I just might make this scene like it's a repeat event When you see Shotty Showout then Holla then repeat when he's hit again Cause I don't need a Hitman, no I don't need a Hitman, no I don't need a need a Hitman to remix your d**h Believe me I just begun to heat up It just triggered the inner cook engine He'll probably say he'll Bobby Flay me but I don't see the cook in Gin So I figured it would be more pure if I used raw material to distill and fill to the process of cooking Gin Wait, hold up Purify raw material to distill and filter the process and cook engine? Okay, now I'm cooking Gin! Look at him, shooken stiff when I start straining Gin when I'm restraining Gin And teach him how to raise the bar in this spot like I was training Gin These bars keep my locomotives on track with the torque force of horses in a train engine Now I'm making Gin get this work for nothing like a hired intern So I don't wanna hear you whine or see the sight of the slightest of whimper Cause I rock heads out of nowhere like Easter Island figures So we need to see a Cesar get stabbed to d**h like Roman empire scriptures Cause now you're leaning towards your d**h like Pimp C when he was trying sizzurp Yo, this candy rapper/wrapper just ain't himself in the ring Try a Snickers Cause all you're doing is trying to paint a violent picture So it's easy for me to break down Gin like an Irish liver Gin-I's a sliver and is trash in disguise Nobody counts on this tool anymore You live an abacus life But shout out to King Of The Dot for having me out for this battle And broadcasting offline and having it live But if this broad casting offline it'll have to get live Yo I put up more fists than an activist strike So depending on how you act a fist strike I'd even f** you up at a dinner you have with your wife And put a plate through your lip like African tribes I'm adding this guy to my record of bodies you can even check my resume for this It's like the museum for human disease Each body that I've displayed was sick And your fate will be the same as this They're all debating and congregations from all the states and small locations with province places across our nation With all them saying you lost today in their conversation of the observation of the confrontation And you'll think of this beating as KOTD events within your contemplation Why? Cause I'm so sick I should've been Quarantined but I came to Blackout and made you Flatline in the name of World Domination 5!