King of the Dot - The Saurus vs Cruger lyrics

[Round 1: Cruger] You're so arrogant your websites called The Saurus wins Your e-mails world rap champion, your clothing's Legendary Yeah you're the king It's like you're telling us what we outta think But most people just see a fat loser with awful skin You're wack at everything your music's such a sad depressing thing It'll probably turn Hollohan back to h**n Your facial expressions make you look like a f**ing weirdo It's like you have a mental twitch It's like you have Tourettes You're tick is to make your face uglier than it already is The faces you pull just get me pissed There's no need to screw your face up, God already did I hate looking at your face when I spit I hope which ever camera angle that captures your mangled Face reacting to this battle corrupts when they edit this He's competitive at everything, I bet even when you play with your daughter You never let her win in board games And cheat in every card game that you taught her Quit this world rap champion attitude, Illmaculate carried you You're a bad excuse of a rapper, don't act like you gamble too Cause you split the money in the finals when they handed you Waps and Juice Out of everyone there you split 50 grand with the wackest two What kinda gambling man are you? I find it odd you even started panicking that you'd lose And couldn't gamble in the easiest battle you had to do But I think you need to gamble less cause if you keep on having bets You'll overload and won't be the only Greek in ma**ive debt And the tracks that you do are even f**ing wacker than usual I know you respect me but the respect you have isn't mutual So when you hand me your CD for free I'll be happy you do So I can throw that sh** on the ground and give it my stamp of approval [Round 1: The Saurus] I'm glad you came all the way to Cali With a whole crew of your c*nt friends Your shirt says silence is golden, so shut the f** up then It's Freddy Cruger, London native, some would say you're underrated This is like putting The Rock against "It doesn't matter what your name is!" Let's talk about your alter ego just in case it doesn't make it He's more like Harvey Dent, you got a couple faces like a double agent Battle Rap Comedian, Horror-core stage performer Necro worshiper, painting portraits of rape and torture In mom's basement screaming angry tortured tape recorder b**hes all describe Cruger with two words, "Restraining order" Now I don't believe a word you say, he isn't very threatening He's just introverted skinny Freddy, sh** is real depressing Now in Britain they'll be checking the obituary section Cause the blade is leaving Cru (crew) cut like a military veteran Now you real soft but you still talking With k** shots I'm a real problem, taking your bread Plate in his head from the meal cart you get wheeled off in If it's real close than I will rob him til I field goal like I'm Phil Dawson And if he ain't got nothing to steal off him, I"ma steal on him f** Phil Collins, I'm Phil Jackson b**h! Let me show you how... A player from another era going back to coaching now I hold the crown, what? You think you can expose me clown? Talk about my broken down ex b**h in your closing round? Look he's panicking, that info wasn't supposed to be found It was sorry p**y, I'll have her do was show me around This is my one time slowing it down I said, "Sorry p**y, all I had Eurgh do was show me a round" Friendship over [Round 2: Cruger] Your album's called All I Know Is That I don't know the tracks, all I know is that But we all know 'Mac makes the sicker music Since he'll never put you on you put him on some sh** that you did So you finally done track I guess he ran out of his excuses And thought if it's on a Saurus album at least no one'll listen to it Most successful rappers that battle it's obvious there Doing it as a step before they get that song on the air Battling for ten years or any longer is rare You're stuck on the first step You're too fat to even climb metaphorical stairs Your clothes stretch cause they're tight, whatever the size The only thing you fit is the American stereo type Plus your facial texture is like an American pie We're talking the one that got f**ed in American Pie You ain't swag dripping you're sweat dripping You're a fat sweaty troll With man breasts and bad breath to go with your bad breath control But the way you fall in love with every chick you met explains Your breath control in battles cause I guess it takes your breath away His X is Canadian, his last girlfriend was Australian You get whipped outside of your own country like racism And underage girls are the only ones dating him Cause they got something in common, problems with facial skin But at least before you get the engagement ring You can talk to their parents on the level Cause you'll be the same age as 'em You claim you win but you lose respect every time You lose your voice every battle and lose your breath every line But with laws all the time, you're losing your mind, you're such a loser you fly 8,000 miles to lose battles for loose p**y, you're losing in life She's a 19 year old Australian battle groupie it's stupid that you loved her But now you've got beef, cause real talk, Uno Lavoz f**ed her And she said when she came to visit you You locked her in the house to stop her coming out You don't have a job and spend all day slobbing on the couch Her family hated you and never wanted you around like I can continue, but I need a lot longer than a round [Round 2: The Saurus] Bringing up my ex chick isn't going too far But Uno told me he didn't f** her So either one of you's a lying b**h or you both of you are Now you need to check yourself, I ain't ever help up Lesson dealt, every hole in your head is swelled shut Freddy Cruger fares well with the fairy tale stuff But his whole set disappears once the director yells "Cut!" Please queue the theme music, your entire scene's stupid Be real, we ain't wasting this clip so let's reshoot it Dude you're finished, actors studio you're just a student in it I'll pick apart this Freddy Cruger gimmick like a movie critic See he catches people sleeping, that's kind of a known thing So I kept that sh** in mind when designing my whole theme I'm Cruger's idol so tonight I provided a smoke screen To finally k** Freddy inside of his own dream I'm wide awake for y'all to witness this sonning A heart to heart talk about the man he isn't becoming sh** it'd be funny if you really were considering ducking Since history done proved that the British are nothing! Now let me finish discussing how much I hate Freddy Cruger My name's Reggie Miller, I'm the game ending shooter This day couldn't have came any sooner, I'ma plane headed through you Like it's aimed at the Trade Center, Cruger I'm fat cause I stay fed, J. Edgar Hoover, it ain't any rumor I'm taking away Freddy's future, we don't have the same sense of humor Your punches are jokes, mine are Mayweather Junior's [Round 3: Cruger] You are the corniest human being alive With cheeks looking like you smoke weed til you're tired And fall asleep on the grinder Why he can't make it that evening on fire Cause your face hit the flint and started dripping in grease to the lighter In every battle you say "you're a f*ggot" That's soon gotta end You made the word "f*ggot" so uncool, you do not offend In fact you're probably the gay community's friend Cause you've turned people like me off ever wanting to use it again You're the biggest scam Your battle with Mac Lethal was like how acrobats catch people In any trick they land cause every flip was planned When he was King Of The Dot he couldn't zip his trap Hollohan put up his chain on the day, so boasting about it's pretty sad Considering it wasn't a company's decision and When you got it you couldn't defend it a single match Two time winner of everything, what kinda everything is that? You couldn't even get a win against a guy to win a chance to win it back All the angles you take fall flat on your face When you battled PH you rapped 'bout his age Said he's fat, outta shape, trying to hang on to fame Doesn't deserve a match for the chain, only relevant back in the day The fact that his name carries no weight Wait, fat, old, washed up and desperate for the title You and his problems sound exactly the same Two time winner of everything what about everything that you lose in What about Diz', Illmac', PoRich, Diaz who do you think that you're fooling When you won Scribble and Jumpoff it was a different movement You're not the two time winner of everything You're the winner of two things Five years ago and both of them competitions got ruined Cause everyone freed and you were using writtens to do 'em So it's all a big hoax but I'll put an end to the myth you're persuing Cause this won't be the first time I came to the west to k** an Illusion [Round 3: The Saurus] We're perfect instances of why not to judge a book by it's cover But I'm still thankful as f** that we don't look like each other How do you look like a pedophile and an adolescent child? He just thinks about himself and his vagina get's a second smile But somehow for one of us to win this, it's a good look I said somehow I think that I can win this, with my good looks See he's too shook to talk to women, Cruger gets embarra**ed all day b**hes exit stage left whenever Freddy stares a broads way It's beyond gay to write verses about who*es I fornicated My pipe stay up in organs (Oregon) like a Portland native For you, talking to b**hes is a foreign language This f*ggot should've been aborted Before he was ever born in Cambridge I thought you would be more creative or bring some sh** that was new 30 English men are with him, not a single chick in the Coupe So if they think you're winning it's cool, but let's put things in perspective You live in England, my dick has been in more English women than you Now speaking of vaginas, Don't Flop are c*nts Y'all need to stop the front, I'm sick of all your stunts I almost lost my lunch, a grand prix, a magazine Your champion's an obnoxious drunk How 'bout come up with your own thoughts And don't bite King Of The Dot for once I mean, what's next guys? Don't Flop: Fresh Coast Division? Let me guess, mum jokes are what the west coast is missing? That means the planet wasn't three quarters water