King of the Dot - Madchild vs Dirtbag Dan lyrics

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King of the Dot - Madchild vs Dirtbag Dan lyrics

[Round 1: Madchild] I'm an angel not a demon and I live in black forest A one man masked ma** murdering task force Madchild's back! You will get what you asked for Once this battles done, ill drag your a** to the back door Your f**ing dead. Nothing but bearded moving corpse And I can start a riot like my city when they lose its sports Everything I do gets a news report Everything you do gets a Jew's support Soul Khan I'm a warrior like shogun And yes I'm still medieval with a dagger and a cloak on Red Dragon what you bragging about? The only clouts your getting f*ggots from the magazine clout Resurrection, you should check your information I'm a rapper other rappers listen to for inspiration Homie you have the worst sound You rap like kids that hire me for verses that I turn down My minds dangerous. I'm on remote control Ill put your heart outta your chest and leave an open hole I promise this will be a f**ing vocal conquering The fact I'm wasting time on you, take it as a compliment You cannot come close to my accomplishments You don't wanna rump with me I come from sharing companies with stumping fees Little Monster every concert is a conquering fleet How dare you try to compare your shows where everybody comes for free I bet you call up Soul Khan like I really need some comforting How come no one wants to buy my records and nobody wants to sponsor me? I've been back eleven months and got a healthy wallet That's cause I run through more bars than an alcoholic You don't wanna make waves and start a turf war You'll drown while I rise to the top like a surfboard Yet! Leader of the dwarf lords cooler than the North shore shooter on the fourth floor! Now hears a message to my Rival Meet me in the alley ill be gouging out your eyeball I'm very merry while I carry every note But you'll find it very scary when I'm tearing out your throat! [Round 1]: Dirtbag Dan Yo Last week I battled Cadillac, So that's two drug addicts Back to back. One popped pills, One shot smack, and the other one has got a few platinum plaques Today is like a second intervention, accept we're dealing with the tragic fact that the glory days of battle axe are gone And you can't have em back Today, You're a washed up artist trying to find relevance through battle rap Organik didn't tell you? well the homie PH already handled that! You went from backpack rap to gangsta , but f**er you ain't bout it Over two decades struggled to Stay valid, started out strong but stumbled the main challenge You couldn't stay balanced after you made balance I bet to watch You waste talent like that was a sad thing And I bet now he feels bad about that now. since Mad's clean He was rollin' with them thugs caught in the bad scene He wishes everything beyond Bad Dreams was a bad dream Especially Black Magic, and Armed to the Teeth. I should put my arms to your teeth, and do harm to your speech. You went from talking sh**, to talking flaw-some whips on some beauty salon sh** Rocking frosted tips! b**h! We all know that life is mighty hard, and we find it quite Bizarre that now a days you look like one of the f**ing Biker mice from mars Like that fat little Indian kid said "step your life game up!" For a pill popper you like pain but hey that's you We all think its quite lame that your trying to be White Wayne with that f**ing face tattoo. f** outta here! [Round 2]: Madchild I used to fly through space like a silver beam Cocaine on flight little pills with green But I quit, now I rap like an angry beast When you see me waving come a white Handkerchief Nah you don't want a problem with the little white goblin You don't understand a thing, and I might start clobbering I pulverize over-sized giants Elders die, children cry silver eyed lion I've been more [?] than Lord of the Rings Its more than words, mortifying with the sword that I swing Ask if I'm insane, that's a borderline thing My head is spinning like a record by the 45 King And I am good as gold. You'll get riddled full of bullet holes I'm the puppet master, your a muppet with the woolly soul My profession is aggressive as professional wrestling More violent than biochemical weapon specialist And I am known for excellence. Iron bones and mescaline. Rhymes from medieval times, flying stones and excrement. Will go till my back breaks, Rappers I will castrate Hack you with an axe blade! Now welcome to the octagon I'm prepared for war cause I am armed like Dr. Octagon. Popping Oxycontin, taking vodka shots and Sake-bombs. f**ing everything from super groupie s*uts to soccer moms. And I am on a different spiritual path Life's a miracle I guarantee you'll feel my wrath On a side note, get your mind blown, any time zone We are the divine nine volt rhyme Triangle Your not a rapper you should open up for Seinfeld I'm one of a kind, a sublime rhyme minefield! While your locking up my arsenal, you couldn't rap a parcel. Your a harsh-farce marshmallow with the arsehole This is my first filmed battle and its awkward as sh** Make 200 round records platinum then come talk to me b**h! [Round 2]: Dirtbag Dan Now he was training for this battle jogging in front of the mirror and humming the Rocky theme I said he was training for this battle jogging in front of the mirror and humming the rocky theme But look at the size of this co*ky queen One shot will probably drop him clean Now I was worried about this battle kinda But then I realized that talk is cheap, and, well, i'm pretty sure his writtens would sound like Charron when he drops a free Motherf**er was taking 20's, 80's daily! That's what I call an Oxy fiend Should of died like Billy Mays. Instead he got off Oxy clean. Somebody said he had a dick tattooed on his face I said it's probably just a Swazi thing Cause now a days he looks like a white supremacist I'm surprised your Mixtape didn't have a Nazi theme! Your little biceps are full of creatine If I bopped this f**er he'd be seeing things On some Tito Ortiz sh** Drop him quick and lock him in a guillotine What i'm saying is, if you choose to flex I will beat your little a** with your shoes to d**h Don't puff your chest out, You can't use your pecks Besides it looks like you can't move your neck Now I knew you were going to say some sh** about the sharks, But f** the Canucks whats up now I'd rather lose in the western conference finals Than choke in the Stanley Cup round And try burn my city the f** down [Round 3]: Madchild Ok, Stupid doofus spitting mucus blabbering buffoon Target Marketing, I'm spitting arsenic at this baboon He said it once, he said it twice he's just an entertainer While i'm a fire breathing, iron eating beast That's drinking liquid Drano You are a distorted portrait of a**orted mortal horsesh** The truth the Lord I worship, my pen is my sword absorb it. The words I hoard are gorgeous My minds a guarded fortress More important than your Stupid jokes You can't afford to forfeit An intermediate not worth my time Cause your a stand up comedian with words that rhyme Now how are you gonna challenge dizaster motherf**er I made balance, Bad Dreams, then Black Magic after Now we just put out Dagger Mouth Welcome to the dragons house Name one, one f**ing song that you can brag about! Your in trouble Dan Vampire with rubber fangs Little Rocky here to knock you out like you were Clubber Lang. I know you think your group is hotter than the oven But your DJ Itchy Scratchy look exactly like Mclovin I get beats from Evidence and Rob the Viking Cause I'm a violent beast I get beats by Alchemist, You get beats by Skylar G It's true! Right now I'm not allowed to go to Cali But your allowed and your live shows were in a Bowling alley. Iv'e been around the world with cats like GZA, Muggs and Ghostface You battle when your parents write You cheques for rent and groceries Iv'e Shared the same stage with Snoop Dogg, Nickelback and Coldplay You've got a backpack with a toothbrush A Nickel-bag and Colgate! I've sold 800,000 CD's. It's all on the list I checked your numbers on SoundScan You do not exist! I'm the opposite of old and bitter, one of the coldest spitters And no, doing a song with you Is something that I won't consider!

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