King of the Dot – Jus Daze vs HFK Lyrics
It's my King of the Dot debut, it's time to go hard
And spit bar after bar that'll make ya be like "Oh God"
So...Hardy Har to this comedian and those who think I can't Beat FK
Cause what's funny to me, is that everyone you beat is still considered more Elite, FK
It's your Assasination Day at the semi-final, Grand Prix FK
So when I show him this Iron Man, it'll prove you ain't a G-FK
My "Faster Blade", won't leave you "Mighty Healthy"...so "Stay True"
I could have battled Supreme Clientele, but "All That I got Is You"
Since we on the Wu, your bitch pussy smells like "Fish"
Fuck a "Box in Hand", I keep two Eagles on the wrist
Ready to spit and land shots to the back of your face
That'll make you take flight, now you're Ghost...JFK
I know Toronto...my legs....but what is he gonna say?
He'll manage to WORKOUT the same ROUTINE trying to get me BENT OUT OF SHAPE
But I don't LUNGE the out the way, So don't get PHYSICAL aak
Cause When it comes to being BOWLEG, you know SQUAT
You gonna say I do steroids? That'll get you SHOT
And leave your body DEAD lifted, back up, to be put in a plot
You ain't STRONG enough to walk my shoes...a half a block
Cause you ain't got the HEART to PUSH past limits without A SPOT
So keep if you reppin the wrong way, I got a pump'll that'll give you shakes and make you sweat
And when I shoot, it's like a bench press, it gets weight off my chest
And Battle rap is like the porn industry...everyone FUCKING know each other
Behind the scenes blow each other
But on camera expose each other
Some are really fuckin raw on the scene...like NO RUBBER
But you're more ass than Pinky and sound faker rapping than Brian Pumper
Fuckin Gunther, I came to your Homeland, but I'm a terrorist threat
And just cause you look like DJ Khaled, it don't mean "You the best"
He'll backstab his fam, and drop names for fame
20 battles in KOTD and still don't got a chance to rock the chain
It's cause you're a lame..
You've paid dues to these dudes, flowing and stuff
You've had to swallow so much shit about the chain, no wonder it goes to your gut
You battle rap slut...you have no pride or dignity shown
You're a fat fuckin joke, which is WHY you ain't "FIT for the throne"
And he's prolly gonna try to beat me with the same old approach
But no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES
There's no way in the world that Mohammed Tariqi
Akbar Tin-tala Ahmad Azzizi
Mousaad Mubar Farquad Dashiki
Has a barefoot chance in the sand to defeat me
You're weak b...and that's totally being honest
This comic is garbage, so I'mma hold him as a hostage
I don't rep for Obama, I rep for all the Hip Hoppers
Cause I come from the Mecca to your Land so this is Promised...
I come from the hood and I rep for the street
So if you see my face in ur hood, it's not from wearing ur fleece
We won't speak, I'll put the barrel on the edge of ur teeth
THEY callin me ghandi, the way I speak with peace
Now I would call you a towel head, but I can't cause that's racist
We'll just call you the lost member of das racist
See he's the type of Persian that'll let ANYBODY meet his wife
I'm the type of Persian that if she looks at anybody, I'll beat my wife
Right? sounds fucked up, but that's cause I'm a man
No, you know what's fucked up, being born w/legs like mine, but saying I come from a place named "I ran"
See we think it's MADness, how Muslims strap bombs to their chest for religious beliefs and die
Well I think it's madness, how after you battled Madness, you ran and cried
I mean, where was your Arab pride? You don't hide from a fight, you throw up
But even you don't believe Hip Hop's your religion, which is why you still ain't blow up...
Oh fuck...I just wished that this Trini lookin Guinny was a deadman
And that chin strap don't make chin fat look skinny, it just looks like a mini sweatband
20 battles later, should have made your fame's greater, than Soul Khan's
But you live off gay jokes and catch phrases tryin to "Hold On"
I mean....maybe if you had Tanya O, you would have also known what to do..
Cause the clear picture is no matter how you keep Focusin up to move, you're career has never zoomed
Your bars are trash, cause you ONLY joke in yours
Mine a sicker than rippin stitches off an open sore
I'll extract your vocal chord from your frozen corpse
And have maggots eat at your brain and expose your thoughts..
Now each bar before makes you approach a loss
And shows every event you're more of a hopeless cause
And every leg joke you spit, got me dozen off
I have no remorse
I'll do a mother fuckin handstand and choke a horse
Yeah boss, I walk like a cowboy, as if John Wayne raised me
Happy Face Killa gonna die a CLOWN...John Wayne Gacy
So don't go try to beat me with the same old approach
Cause no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES
It's a new day and age where legends are being made
And washed up ones are being overhyped and overpaid
But you're in neither lane, why would u think not
So keep crying like twat and asking for a title shot...
Cause you're a gimmick rapper and it's plain to see
You've mentioned my legs every round, I haven't mentioned your lisp in 3
See I can't change what's wrong with me, so I made the best of my situation
I just hope y'all see pyschology behind the shit that he's saying...
Cause HFk is...passive aggressive
It's kinda pathetic
Which makes my heart septic and anesthetic receptive
As a sceptic
To these rappers that try to preach a message
About life they don't lead, that's why I can't respect it
So fuck battle rap
I'll swing full force with a battle axe
Where you're adam's apple at and chop it into apple jax
I'll shake weight the 8 on face to make the Hammer Dance
And give you Crooked I with your body in a half a cast
See battle rap is full of toxic waste, so I'm hasmat
I'm past that, I make music generating ascap
Cause the life of a battle rapper has no insurance...AFFLACK
HFK, tries to be either white or mad black
He owns a carpet shop where sells cologne that smells like ass crack
And refers to Camel he keeps parked in front as a hatch back
Scratch that, not talkin about the titties on his back fat
His girl's version of lingerie is wearing her face, half masked
NO NO...Scratch that....
Now his blood temperature rising like nasdaq
He gettin flashbacks of when Madness ran up on his backpack
He got ramsacked, got sick to his stomach, had to pop a Zantac
But that's what happens when BITCHES try to spit that grown man rap
So I'll bring heaters to divas who even try to doubt mine
As far as guns in my hand, it equals 1 if I count 9
But fuck the gun talk, Let's talk about ur spouse's spine
And how I blew out her frame...Facebook's outline...
Cause I'm a beast, an animal...a mother fuckin savage
That had your bitch, choke on my dick, like she took a cinnamon challenge
And you live a Rocky life...that's cause you're nothing but a bum
Prolly beat your meat like Rocky too (2), and never gets no buns
But if ur dirty bitch act up, I club her (Clubber), harder than Ivan Drago's Punch
And you could die like rocky 5, either from aids or a tommy gunn
What, you think I won't wild in this place?
I couldn't bring guns across the border, that don't mean I ain't get knives cross the states
You talk a lot of shit, but you ain't as violent as Daze
So hold your TONGUE, cause for KICKS I'll LACE the side of your face
Yeah...I'll JUST DO IT, TWO CHECKS to the side with my blades
Happy Face Killa? I'll send your SOUL (SOLE) wearing a SMILE to the grave
Did y'all see what I say? I ain't have to AIR MAX (Macks) to send him UPTOWN with a GRIN
I just had to SNEAK A (Sneaker) Punchline or 2 in to win
So you ain't gonna beat me with the same old approach
Cause no matter what he say, it's BARS OVER JOKES
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