King of the Dot - Rone vs. Protege lyrics

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King of the Dot - Rone vs. Protege lyrics

[Round 1: Rone] So, I wanted to battle someone fat Because I f**ing hate fat people Right? I wanted to battle someone black BECAUSE I fu*kING HATE... Predictability in rap battling and how it's ruining the culture So my music's hitting now, so this battle's recreation But World Domination, I'd say "yes" without a moment's hesitation No reservations, I said, "Organik, make my reservation" Cause unlike Soul Khan, I'm not scared that it'll hurt my reputation See, I'm not here to beat you, my child I am here to break you, maim you, firing squad, annihilate you Send you to your grave, they gon' have to carbon date you Send you to the devil so Hitler can f**ing rape you People feared that this match wouldn't entertain or excite me From your sk**s to your name to your frame, you are tiny So when he's weighing in between 80 and 90 It's hard for me NOT to be taking him lightly You are not a man at all, normal human, half as tall Small claims court is the closest you'll ever get to basketball You gotta catch a pack of matches who can catch him napping on And all that soothes him is the song, 'It's A Small World After All' You f**ing mixed race, chimp faced, ingrate, mistake Shrimp weight, thin waist, limp gait, slim fake, simp lame b**h You came here from Fliptop thinking that you hot sh** You try any slick talk and you get your f**ing top flipped And your countries so religious so this trip across the ocean Could be considered a little less than cross promotion But f** resigning to God I will get violence involved I will slide up on your priest, he'd see no sign of the cross And real talk, this guy smokes so many cigarettes it's ridiculous cousin Like, you would think tobacco was addictive or something Like he would crawl back and forth to Scarborough twice For the last half a drag off a Marlboro Light Subconsciously, when he's writing, he tries smoking the pen He goes to work out and he f**ing smokes at the gym He'll take a smoke break from smoking, sh** he's smoking again He only does backstrokes so he can smoke while he swims But for real, you'll be toting cigs along since your birth And THAT will get you cancer and a box in the dirt But this whooping's probably worse, I'll get you dropped in a hearse Till the point you wish the cancer would've got to you first Rone [Round 2: Rone] I said, Philly...really? Style so dumb it's silly I will go up in your tooth, boy, f** your fillings X pill, feel me? Tell me what's the dilly You're as soft as yogurt but that cap is still worth peeling And this bum don't even know what a bobo's like He's caught up all day in that h*mo life If a scientist build a perfect robo wife Even that b**h wouldn't be Proto-type But real b**hes have rules for you and each knows them all Like, never a text message is to follow Proto-call But, f** a Proto-typical I'll skip and I'll save it I can break him down to Pro-tons and I'm too Proterozoic You do not need Lasik to see that he is basic I invented how to ball Canada I'm James Naismith And my dick is just that big No messing around Like I gotta lay down to put my head in the clouds Wow, the speed of a cheetah, the dick of an elephant You don't have a speech impediment, I help you develop one I will run up on your b**h like it's high time to k** Rough s**? Ah yes, that's my kind of thrill I get so f**ing deep up in them thigh highs for real That that b**h won't run but her eye liner will! I pull up on her like, skkkkert And she probably looking scuuuured But I bet I get her wet when I get up in her skiiiirt And chinchilla chilling in the sauna heat Could never be as hot as me So what's a protege to a motherf**ing prodigy? I'm serving him cause he's demure I give them what they're fiending for You came humble to this battle just to get humbled even more I will beat the pride out of you even as you cling to it My hands around your neck, yeah that has a nice ring to it And Pacquiao finally lost to an American I was f**ing loving it, but you and your people, damn you couldn't stomach it They considered suicide, every single one of them Well this is me, telling you, that you should've done it b**h You should've k**ed yourself cause your favorite boxer lost Do you understand what I'm saying to you? Get it? I'm done with rap Okay? Right? You understand? I'm done, that's the end of my round [Round 3: Rone] Um, so like, we met at last year's World Domination I was chilling around you Spent eight hours with you and learning nothing about you So I said this sh** to Nils last year but really I was wrong though You're the most boring man in all of Toronto It was like I was chilling with a teen I had never met before "Do you like drinking?" "No" "Do you like girls?" "No" "Do you like weed?" "I don't know" Your life s**s Your life s**s like a vacuum, like a who*e in the backroom Like your mom through the wall of the bathroom See you're technically gifted but respectful and timid Tepid and whispish, so all of that flexing a gimmick So deceptive an image, how they impressed to begin with? But f** begging a question, I'll make him beg for forgiveness Yo, one rant or a ramble could leave your a** in shambles So get with the program or get your program cancelled You think you won't get trampled, the evidence is ample I'll put you through the pavement but that's a concrete example Yo, and I bet growing up that it wasn't unusual That you help your mom while she trimming some cuticle She has nail polish, you pick color that's suitable Clients show nails you tell 'em "it's beautiful" But, you know how you know you've been Americanized? When you have an Asian face and American eyes And through 'em, I see the coward in you But do not mind devouring you You're so whitewashed you think Tom Sawyer spent an hour with you At home, you have to dumpster dive cause food is hard to find So you eating trash, that must explain you spitting garbage rhymes Like, this should be your battle peak This could be your summit but I'm bored cousin Because you're coming with pure rubbish You should've got more from it, more punches, more substance But judging from your financial straits, I can't be shocked at your poor judgement Yo, you gon' need some better weaponry If you gon' try to step to me or prayers for a referee To intervene or step between How to cook a 'Pino, this could be the perfect recipe If I'm not undefeated here, you don't f**ing get to be!

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