king of the dot - illmaculate vs bender lyrics
[round 1: bender]
now he wrote some extra raps, to switch the limits, and mess around
thinks he set a trap, on some last minute trick, to extend the rounds
i expected that, so let him rap, you won’t get your wish now anyhow
get ready mac, they can call you my british mistress, when i spread you out, in a second flat
now at first i thought i f-cks with dude this youngun’s cool, he greezy when he spit
he got that hundred proof yet b-tter smooth i’m feelin’ that, he’s sl!ck
so i took a couple views to study you, and realized that your gift
is nothing new you just make what you do look easy, ’cause it is
listen
got around to watching my last video
i guess now you’re gonna say that was a pity vote
i could picture folks at home facepalming like, “oh, that’s rich
illmac’s here to learn us on some ‘grown man sh-t'”
so how’s this
he gets a too short t-shirt every christmas, he’s a tad fed up
i heard the doctor diagnosed him with crib death, at his last check up
he needs water wings when he wants a drink at the washroom sink when the man gets up
in the night, and rides a golf cart around the mini putt course: that’s messed up
see you ain’t amounting to sh-t but a mountain of sh-t and you ain’t been valid in this since 2006
so we can get this solved tonight, and you can call me walter white
’cause i can have you all on ice without a ounce of that gin
my last performance? agl, they give the kid some respect
’cause most would agree that i beat myself so really that’s my biggest win yet
sorry sketch
and i can count the opinions i give a sh-t about on my d-ck
so in the end, i’m still king and that chain’s a trinket at best
get initials st-tched in your head like official mitch-ll and ness while i hit your ribs with my fist in a vicious ripple effect
won’t be talking ’bout escaping no polygamist sect
when a compound break, makes your collarbone stick out your neck
and he’s always stretching bars to compensate, ’cause his body is formed in the proper proportions
this became obvious, in the washroom before this, when he caught my performance
glancing at me p-ssing like, “god that’s enormous, i never saw that in portland”
i didn’t have the heart to say that’s just the top of my foreskin, he called it a “horse d-ck”
you ask if he’s a virgin or not, he will totally avoid it
if you heard that mac was working a broad, he had overseas employment
now you got 2 or 3 minutes before the heat i drop next
so go cop my f-cking album, flightdistance.net
[round 1: illmaculate]
for this entire battle, you’re gonna have to come hard
so for the rest of this battle, i dare you not to sweat like a r-t-rd and lose your breath every one bar
now, some people think you beat sketch menace: you did, i can not front on him
i got a lot of dope lines for you, and that’s not one of ’em
last time i was in toronto for a peaceful weekend
getting high with [?], at the theater, chiefin’
at least i think i mean, we was drinkin’, which seems convenient
’cause either i’m mistaken, or there were scenes deleted
reason being, we all saw the t-tle taken, and i was thinking
‘where was liam neeson? i ain’t even see him’
let’s just get this t-tle sh-t out the way
i told him the t-tle’s an idle thing, it’s the mind that’s behind the name, a promise that tides would change
y’all saw the decline in weight
he went to being less chubby, but seeming less hungry, it’s not an unlikely trade
now, brainstorming the past may warrant me asking if i should blame four minute abs for the loss of his t-tle chain
i know he ain’t morbidly fat, it’s not the topic that i would take
but either way, he shoulda made more of a splash when he flopped and got his t-tle waived
i bet you die a bit inside when i remind you of that night
looking this liar in his eyes, i see why at first this t-tlist declined a fight against tyson in his prime, it’s no surprise to me
but, really, you probably lost your car t-tle too
hey he had retirement in mind but being the higher driver of his entire crew, went and lost his job t-tle too
now it’s stifling his pride every time he gets denied when he tries to get a ride, listen
all biases aside, there isn’t a t-tle that i could use that would apply to you
i think blank when describing him, besides, that seems great
the irony you’ll find is unt-tled’s the only t-tle he’s ent-tled to
since he blanked with the t-tle on the line
[round 2: bender]
now i never had a chance to make it down to florida so i brought some grizzle here to watch the place get outta order
i don’t need customs for taking out a foreigner
hogtie this mogwai and watch this place get outta order
chop his brakes like dr. dre, head banging off the dashboard
all in fast forward have him smashed ’til his face don’t match his p-ssport
fresh coast sucker, you can’t escape this house of horror
i don’t care if you got portland, seattle, and half the state of california standing waiting ’round the corner
and that pig you tryna wife up, she fed up wit’ your boring flow
she the sorta hoe you catch monday morning on the maury show, i’m sorry bro
your shorty goes to gloryholes in poorly woven orgy robes of course he knows how the story goes when she’s snorting blow
and cracks a forty o
ness and marv got her h-rny forming an oreo, they lining for days
and if corey charron ain’t hit her wit’ a p-rno load then he lied to my face
she the fattest thing to ever get down low, on a stripper pole
h-ll, she even rocked that leather snickers coat from the ‘smell yo d-ck’ video
he keep her dipped out, really though, she gets a nice deal
he’ll take her shopping for anything she wants, as long as it’s not a pair of high heels
and i’ll be the first to acknowledge, i felt your earlier projects
but you dumbed your sh-t down, and that’s some curious logic
when you see your greatest strength as a curb to your progress
and the chance that if you pander you could firm up your pockets
to be perfectly honest, i thought you thirsted for knowledge
so when i heard the sh-t you working on, it churned up some vomit
you got the nerve to think that you deserve some currency off this?
well go ahead and try converting muhammad, ’cause that’s a more likely chance of you turning a profit
and while you’re at it go pitch to a label
i don’t care how many peeps he knows or ceos that sit at that table
he can’t get ahead, with connections, ’cause he looks like a mr. potato
ask this guy how many compliments, lies and empty promises
it took to buy, the bulk of all those lines from mc gottis with
it’s funny mac, everyone’s always telling me that mac is so deep
but when you’re standing at 3 feet how deep could you actually be?
i told y’all i’d beat deep blue in three moves
camouflage your strength, that chess game is see-through
your whole f-cking style is preschool, no wonder pedophiles get a sweaty mouth when they see you
you’ve kept this format fresh, as a jordache vest
retreat to norad, this is where your warpath ends
and take cover when my swarm catch wreck
and stay put or we gon’ have your face looking like a rorschach test
illmaculate: lil’ sack of sh-t
share your place with sharon tate, i k!ll actresses
i will smack this b-tch
when it comes to p-ssy i don’t p-ssyfoot
but your p-ssy look like it got a wookie bush with a snooki puff
i got this down to a science
f-ck what you call relevant, i’m going for timeless
you a daily crossword, i’m god’s word on papyrus
or set in granite, etched in tablets, like ten commandments from the highest
[verse 2: illmaculate]
to tell the truth, i didn’t write ten commandments
but toronto weed got me feeling like the highest so, maybe y’all weed is better, d-mn it
this the worst move that you pulled in years, think i could be scared?
i pull his hair, slap him in his face and ask him, “who you think’s the bully here?”
sh-t, i’ll let him crack on my height and i won’t listen
i’ll even act like it’s tight and it’s so different
till he, goes to give me daps and i eye him and cold diss him
then he turns his back and a fan pushes him while i stand behind him and low-bridge him
say i switched my style up, like that scheme mighta work
when your battle against scott free was three times as worse
acting like his heat mighta burst
pull out that big chopper and it’s drama, that’s my green light to merc’
when i swing on him it’ll sting, like when a beehive’s disturbed
nah, what i meant, i’ma take a stick, and beat the sh-t, outta this piñata while he hanging from a tree by his shirt
bully sh-t
but hold on let me switch the subject
i heard he was in his thirties and that’s a topic that i didn’t touch yet
figured i’d be more original plus he’d know the sh-t is coming
so i wrote two rounds out-spitting him got to this one and figured: f-ck it
see, there’s nothing i can’t say when it comes to this man’s age
he’s already got one foot in the d-mn grave so it’s no wonder his career’s on its last leg
dog, you are presence old, so, i’m sorta confused
i don’t know if you have a time portal to use, but, what the f-ck, was this guy born in a pool of primordial ooze?
i’m saying, this dude’s wack as sh-t, here’s a few fashion tips
buy some loose pants that fit and quit tryna show off that new plastic hip
wit’ ya’ old -ss, you don’t wanna go hand to hand
plus your flow trash, mine’s so d-mn advanced i told battle fans
“no, cro-magnon man don’t stand a chance”
sh-t, we can talk about your clothes, that hip hop goth genre is so dirty
there’s not an anonymous cl-ss that could doctor your swag, you’re gonna have to try to quit hot topic cold turkey
i mean, we can talk about the choke, how your legacy’s coming all unglued
looks like rubbing out to all them pesci battles got pesci battles rubbing off on you
and while we on the topic, i may just ruin ’em both
like as far as losses, take this, two in a row
and ay b-tch, you don’t say sh-t, like y’all do when you choke
i dare you to bring up that old spice commercial, i f-cking dare you, we can even re-enact the scene
picture a bathroom setting in hd on the plasma screen
i show up like, “h-llo ladies, look at him, back to me”
who would you be more likely to oblige if they asked you to have a drink?
look at him, back to me
fellas, reality or the battle scene, who would you rather be?
look at him, back to me
and ask yourself, who would have the faster swing if they actually had some beef?
look at him, back to me
bring up old spice or any ad you’ve seen
i’ll give you the axe ’cause i’m a brute when i’m armed and hammered if we have to take it to that degree
[round 3: bender]
now call this irs evasion, ’cause no one buys your records
go and write a letter, sign your resignation, you trying bender’s patience?
well i’m here to take aim just like a federal agent on that tribe of rebel natives comprised of seven nations on the pine ridge reservation
yes i saw your youtube commercial, it was kinda depressing
you dressed in drag selling perfume in a, desperate cry for attention
puffy little b-tch t-ts stickin’ out, your greasy hair flying
holy sh-t, just imagine what this guy would do for some actual tv airtime
now you’ve, developed a southern drawl as you’ve evolved into this
beast who’ll run up in the crowd and ben wallace that sh-t
all brolic and quick to ball up a fist to brawl with these kids
and as small as he is, some of y’all still fall for that sh-t
like “golly gee whiz, is he a rap nerd that ollies and flips
or is he harder than a clocker on the baltimore strip?”
you choose between a and b whatever column you pick
he’s never been the genuine, had all his followers tricked
so when you see the collagen lips on this hollywood b-tch
start to flap bet your -ss it’s more false than legit
so little oliver twist can go swallow a d-ck and get ready for the next set of b-lls on his chin
so let’s revisit, all of that sh-t that arcane said
it was you, not pete, who tried to parley with twist
you begged him for a solid on some knowledge to kick
and crawled away with the whole tourney as a result of that tip
see i don’t really know what your policy is
but that’s a b-tch move i ain’t really tolerant with
better fall back or crawl back while there’s a pulse in your wrist
your gl-ss ceiling just cracked and now the walls closing in
and it’s true lush and them still owe you for more than a few bucks
and cool nuts ain’t do much to recoup, you got used up
they may have got you supper, and kept your face feeling funny
but still played you like a sucker for a great deal of money
picture drect at his mansion with the revenue he stacked
while he’s texting you “yeah mac, i’ma get that to you, stat”
’cause it ain’t really nothing to punk you and that’s an understatement
if mac said he ever pulled a heavy, this motherf-cker was chubby chasing
so i’d say that it’s clear you ain’t gettin dough from battle rhymin’ stepson
if you faced all your fears to take what you’re owed they’d have your tiny neck wrung
tryna make a career is taking its toll, you’ve sacrificed your best ones
’cause if i’ve wasted this year you’ve wasted your whole adult life and then some
[round 3: illmaculate]
you gon’ have to wait for it, make sure that you’re f-cking patient
this battle was my idea, so if i was chubby chasing it’s only on this one occasion
i mean he talked about the old spice commercial, i dared him, right? it’s all true
that commercial and this battle have something in common and it involves you
’cause they both involve me taking a f-ggot’s wig off when the job’s through
see, i’m on some real ill sh-t, not the one to play with
treat his head the same as a 40 bottle, you know, have it pouring on the pavement
and everybody he came with will shortly follow
i’m on my k!ll bill sh-t, try to use that same ‘sorry player’ corny combo
i’ll put your dna on display like the maury talk show with a blade that was made by hattori hanzo
once my blade is brandished, it’s bathed in a bath of flames to lash my victims
instigating cataclysms, like if god has something to say to that he can get his angels branded with it
i don’t give a f-ck if the angle’s sacrilegious, there’s no escaping the wrath that’s given
it’s painful to f-ck with me, and this ain’t no sadomasochism
tell me, where’d all the weight go that you’re missin’?
you probably chain-smoke, malnutrition and the yayo that you’re sniffin’ is why you make those brash decisions
he probably blames those mannerisms on the anglo-saxon in him
and don’t mistake those race jokes for the scapegoat that is isn’t, i ain’t no fascist, pimpin’
i’m who they show when kato’s mask is lifted
bruce lee in plain clothes, get your face broke quick as i get the case thrown, f-ggot listen
you wanna tango this ain’t no dance you gettin’
i bet you figured that, didn’t you?
well let’s get it cracking, i rigged the package, lit the fuse
when it blew, head removed
bender fragments in a bag, limbs attached to tennis shoes
dog, they won’t even get to wrap the interview wit’ how quick i sn-tch his silver spoon
i’ll k!ll his -ss, i’m bananas and you just silverback gorilla food
try to get stupid, mess up one round, and you’re f-cked
any minor slips, boo him, so when this comes out in a month
you’ll see why this b-tch losing without a rundown from the judge
it’s automatic, ’cause you don’t have the drive to stick to it when it comes down to the clutch
what the f-ck? i don’t see how he inspires y’all
keep in mind he couldn’t hold the t-tle long
others rise and fall, i evolve
so tonight it’s not a fight at all, you v-g-n- wall soft
far as i can call, this the iron jaws of a lion maulin’ a china doll, dog
try me, leave anybody in their bracket exposed, make ’em share caskets with loe
no, this ain’t a fair match it’s a bare hand versus a bear trap when it’s closed
yeah, you hear that? your weird -ss is a clone
him and kap kallous could have a mirror match
why don’t you give him that beard back that you stole?
he said he was saint peter the gatekeeper
alright, i’m st-pierre, i’ll punch face features till i break fingers
i graze shoulders with great thinkers and gang leaders
so if he plotting a takeover i’m nas when he made ether
i’ll run up on his pig pen while he eating out the trough, feeding on his slop
tell him mtv ain’t a fan of you and neither is the dot
then fill the magazine like the forbes camera crew and you legally get shot
and nah, i ain’t name-dropping being cheap to get some props
but sh-t it’s a win-win so ain’t no reason i should stop
the whole world gets to witness me leave him in a box
malaysia to philippines, even sweden’s in the spot
dog, if we was in australia i would feed him to a croc’
and how sweet is it even the englishmen’ll watch as i run up on big ben’ and start cleaning out his clock
so in closing, i’ma say that you’re too weak to battle me
and tell that bouncer that was putting hands on me
if he’s so power hungry he should join the police academy
and sh-t, he probably did, and he mighta stayed longer
but he got kicked out, for taking a nightstick to a f-cking jaywalker
so really, i’ma tell you i have f-cking talent, dog
and if it wasn’t for real artists like us that bouncer wouldn’t even f-cking have a job
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