King of the Dot - Pnut vs Shotti P lyrics

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King of the Dot - Pnut vs Shotti P lyrics

[Round 1: Shotti P] Now if you claim to be a real n***a, tonight you better act like one You wanna be a main stage contender then f**ing rap like one But try to act like a gangsta and you'll get clapped like one And shout out to Lush One mama for my first half white son I said Toronto what's good? They got Shotti P vers' a battle rap clone Ooh I f**ing hate those, you fake a** Pa**wurdz, who is you n***a? Safe Code? Okay, that's fine, I already know his pin I ain't gotta pull his card This n***a k**ing his self You took that man's style and now it's time to pay for that identity theft So I'm sorry, this will not be a cla**ic and it ain't about who flow the hottest n***a you ain't got the right mechanics, this Fresh Coast n***a sound so robotic Boy you will get stomped til my J's turn to foam composites Then I'm smoking this Cali n***a like we blowing chronic n***a take this L, this sh** in the bag, no colonic One punch and all he see is stars like Nostradamus You will get stabbed in the back that's not a broken promise Or this b**h can die f**ing with the Smith like Pocahontas Bro be honest, you wanted a bigger name Well you can cry me a river for thinking that you the man This f**ing lame couldn't stop my wave with the Hoover Dam I made n***as respect GZ, single handedly improved the brand So when he die it's cause he ain't bred for real, n***a that's a gluten plan I will never, ever, respect backpack rap Hermione, her my knee-n***a that sh**'s wierd n***a you was only targeted for marketing, let's get this sh** clear And how you giving advice to up and comers when you been an up and comer for 10 years? We gon' switch gears, cause he said "use wrestling bars" well I guess that's an open lane Cause I'll crash his family reunion and APA the poker game Bullets will up the ante and rock his cousin like Roman Reigns Lil' n***a you know my name It's Shotti P, but the fans call you Part Nut Party Nut? My n***a that's hard as f** But with every punchline I'm k**ing his buzz, this f**ing Party s** I'll take his chips and dip, have cats pointed at Party hat, that beam hit him I bet he leave Earth like when Mars Attack The Larkin's strapped and I'll send Party to party where Party Arty at n***a how hard is that? You thought that you was ready but I knew I had the better style n***a I'm from 7 Mile so you know it get even more disrespectful in my second round Dub n***a [Round 1: Pnut] {6:10}

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