King of the Dot - Charron & Tricky P vs Soul Khan & Kap Kallous lyrics

Yo I said

Ayo, seey'all might convince me that Hip
Hop Lives In The North
But, you'll never convince me that hip
Hop lives in these dorks
I'm from the O-Zone, home of Rugged
Madness and Storm
You baby bird, I will cut your umbilical
See you watched a lot of battles
And you taught yourself to free
He's got a bunch of cheesy flips
Calls himself an "MC"
You masturbate to Grind Time then
Cry yourself to sleep
But instead of seeing Freddy there's
The Saurus in his dreams
And you love that shit
You've got a poster of Dizaster
And you hug that shit
There is a life size Illmaculate magnet


That is on your fridge
Cause without the world of battle
Rapping you do not exist
See he's got some flips
And he's skinny and he's lean
You're basically qualified for the
Canadian gymnastics team
And you think battling me is
Gonna get you some props? You're ugly
You can't shave and your
Balls haven't dropped
You're a 16 year old battle rap faggot
Who lives in his parents house
The only thing we got in common is we
Both still kiss your motheron the mouth
See I know it makes you angry Charron
When you call up your momand
I pick up the phone
Like, "I'm sorry little man
But, your mother ain't home
And I hope you ain't mad
But, I borrowed some clothes"
I said I'm an international man cause
I stay on the road
Without battle rapping you will
Never be known i've got a style of my own
You're forever a clone
I signed your autographs now leave me alone
And when his disgusting whore of a
Mother was pregnant with Charron
She wanted a baby shower to celebrate
So me and Soul Khan came on her face
I said I know I wasted a
Whole round picking on this dweeb but shit

On the bright side he ain't
That faggot Tricky P

Now my battle with Rich was
A massive handful of shit
But not bad enough to stop you
Jacking my angles from it
Like how his accent would switch
From US to Canada quick
And that town's population line, yeah
That was actually Trick
But, I ain't gon' front man I
Was proud as can be
You even got the Tricky P choke down to a T

While he was like, "Aww
Motherfucker, hold on
Hold on this verse needs a retrial"
I was giving words of
Encouragement meanwhile like
"Hey! Jackass! Learn how to freestyle!"
Your battle with Rich is cut
To the throat pride
It's ironic you battled a drunk and
You stumbled the whole time
You always claim you get bitches
I know you're lying
Cause in a way, women are like gingers
They'll never have a Soul inside them

He acts modest to the public but
Don't make the wrong assumption
Fess up Stewart Little you're
One cocky munchkin

When the camera's on he's like
"I ain't gonna lie rich got me fuck it"
Then they turn off the button
You walked and grunted
"Soul Khan ain't never lost to nothing!"
Dirtbag grabbed his hand like
"I got ya pumpkin
I paid Arcane my pocket change to
Suck off all the judges"
You think you could've won without
Using some of Trick's lines?

All you had were short jokes
You were only this high

Who the fuck are you to judge
A dude for being shrimp sized?

One more question
Soul: WHO THE fuck IS THIS GUY?!

I'm pretty sure everyone know who the
Fuck I am by the way

Yeah I know we do, it's Kap Kallous
Lord division Prez
Caring parent of the Zone
An innovative genius like the heretics of old
He even made his league a title
Match of their very very own
And called it, "King Of Grind Time"
Fucking Americans I know!

Surgeon's your champ
I left him buried in his home
Which means that I'm the king
I've inherited the throne
Since I'm not under presidents
Like Marilyn Monroe
I'll tell these Jews what to do Ariel Sharon
Yo, and I'll even hit him
With flips I'll even come
Off the top cause my racks could rock him
He's got fucking Orlando Magic
Well I know there's a problem
When you tap this possum
Cause you lacked the condom now his
Ass is problem like Magic Johnson

See they talked about me being president
I got a lot of Lewinski's on my cock
But trust me you little faggot
I am more fucking GW than Barack

It goes like this
Now Tricky's so obsessed with my
Work and my life
This motherfucker probably got
Circumcised twice
See, he tends to fuck up and freestyle
As if the match is a cipher
You're like my grandmother
You're senile and you have a vagina
Speaking of the elderly
You missed me versus Richy
Why? True story, your mom was turning 60
Do the math that means she was
Like 40 when she had you
And obviously she was drinking 40's
When she had you
And she trying to get her groove
Back despite her wrinkly looks
But no one falls for her cause she
The oldest trick in the book
But, I'd hit it even if
That ho needs dentures
While y'all bitches touch fingers and
Yell "go team venture!"
You're fucking with your pops
And Brock Sanson now
I tossed a brick of C4 into Santa's mouth
Hold on I'm getting the spirit right now
Hold on, hold on
Starts his Tricky P impression
I get love even though I'm
From a different nation
I hope Tricky is patient because it's
About time for a quick innovation
Yo it's simple and plain
Why this simpleton's hating
He visited my crib and his sister was naked
Spread her sheet just to get a
Quick whiff of the fragrance
She's a ginger but the smell
Was more like cinnamon raisin
Hold on, hold on, hold on!
I'll fight him, I'll beat him, I'll bite him
I'll eat him you're writing
You're read 'em but your rhymes all suck
So your mind just deletes 'em
Then he goes all terrified
His way with words all paralyzed
Then he falls the fuck apart like
He just heard his parent's died
Then he goes back to
That "Yo I'm freestyling, break this cat
He's getting slapped with mega raps
I'm freestyling, I'm freestyling
I'm freestyling, did I mention that?"
But honestly, fuck all that
Kap could've murked you alone

But at least he's not that cancer having
Progeria fucking using 16 virgin Charron

Splash

Yo that shit you did about Tricky P
That was pretty cool shit
"Oh fuck, turn that off"
That's my impersonation of you watching
Your second round against Rich
Yo, these two Jews haven't had
Time to sleep or shower
They heard a myth that feeds
Them with belief and power
I saw them with their Jew bags in
The air for at least an hour
Trying to catch pennies people drop
From the CN Tower

Hey Soul what happened to DNA and Dan?
You got so many partners it's like
You're dancing having a gala
And I know this kid's your kin but
I don't think Kap is a keeper
What you do is easy man, believe me
I could use your style to beat ya
Starts imitating Soul Khan
You look like Woody Allen
You're such a goddamn wiener
But for some reason you're rapping
Like a southern baptist preacher
Why you spin around and pivot
Like a fucking ballerina

Wika-wika click that replay
Soul I'm surprised you can't get one BJ
When you got the voice of
A fucking strip club DJ

Imitating Soul Khan again
With her titillating ways
And now welcoming Kap Kalisa to the stage

You both ask Organik to battle here
Then can rake in the cash and green
So we paid for your travel fees instead
Of the rate of a camera team
Now all the fans pay twice as much for
Admission cause you're straight up
Some drama queens
Wow, it's great to know how much
You support the Canadian battle scene
America only helps you out if
You have something to share
I heard you're still sending troops to Haiti
I didn't know they had oil down there

Now we're youngins so
You're probably wondering
Why we're facing these vets
But originally they were supposed to
Battle Knamelis and Sketch
They went with us cause they knew they
Could cook up some cheap bars
About how they think we're gay cause
I look like a sweetheart
But in reality you're shook of a real spar
So in reality you're bigger
Pussies than we are

Soul was born legally blind
His mom let out a mean old scream
The doctors promised to cure him
They swear to GOD
They built those futuristic glasses
In three whole weeks
Put 'em on Khan's face like
"he gon' see! he gon' see!"

Listen, fuck a promo match
I'd say Soul should stay souly as a solo act
You love the Tricky P you bit from me
We both know that
Now you mimic my spitting like
I'm on some robo rap?
Well then it's no doubt that
Want to bolo's Kap
Like Go-Go Gadget y'all gon' hear a Soul clap

Last night you told Kap you're going to
Tricky's to give him a talk
He screamed on you saying he's having his
Ginger convention til 11: 00 o'clock
He screamed on your ass like
A Mel Gibson assault you're a fucking dwarf
If you get raped by a pack
Of gingers it's your fault
And Kap, I brought you a casket
I hope you're ready to die
I'll put Kap in a box and
Soul Khan is a faggot

Starts imitating Charron
Yo, yo this is every single
Rebuttal you've ever said before
I may not have had sex before
But, I'm a really creative person
I'm really great with metaphors

I said, I made a promise to myself
In this battle I wouldn't make a reference to
AIDS if these two kids didn't act gay
WellaiDS
Don't say you beat the shit out of me cause
I'll put my fucking hands
Around this herbs neck
And look at your shirt
You officially have a bird chest
See, ever since I got to Canada
Y'all been kissing my ass and shaking my hand
In front of all you Canadian fans
I'm feeling like a black dude in Japan
If I punched P in the face
He would pee in his pants
Swollen prostate, P pee don't stand a chance

Now you talked about about me choking
I only done it like one time
Y'all just pissed off I came to your country
And won a battle with one line

And you think that you can do me harm
With your baby carrot sticks for arms?
If you're a Trick I'll pull your card
Then put Trick in a box Lucky Charms

Now against OZ
Charron spit the theories of Sigmund Freud
This just in, you are officially into boys
It's like Organik sent y'all bitches on
A mission to get destroyed
Cause y'all about as tough as
When Siegfried is kissing Roy

Yo, and as the world gets colder
And you both get older
You will continue to look like Richie Rich
Johnny Quest and Rin Tintin's owner
I met Charron's sister bing gave
Her a clitoral boner and now she's ma ma my

Sharona! Last time me and Charron were
Here chilling with some honeys
I'm wife'd up but watching him
In action was funny
There was that one shorty was on you
Shorty was hotter than sin
She would've gotten it in
She put her hand on your leg
And you were like, "Wait
We don't even have a bottle to spin!"
When I was a 12 year old like you
I dreamed of getting pussy off of rap
So how come when there was pussy on yo' lap
You acted like there was an
Actual pussy on your lap

By the way his mother's pussy is pink
Comfy and fat
But on the real, I got love for Canadians
I mean your women are fly
Your weed gets me high
You're all kind of cool
Except for these guys
Organik's that dude but Pat Stay is arrogant
Kid Twist is a tool and Hollohan is an Aryan
So fuck all these US and Canadian comparisons
When Loe Pesci is your best rapper
And he wants to be American

You said we hung with some bitches
And I didn't get shit that may be real
Cause we went out for dinner and this Jew was
Too broke to fucking pay for their meal

I bought her chicken fingers that's a lie

This cocky fuck
If only you could hear the things at
Supper that his mother has said
Like, "Another event?! But
You don't have enough for your rent!"

"But, I'm the best battler in the world mom!"

"Are you slapped in the head?
I don't understand it you just call people
"faggots" you don't know proper descent
Why couldn't you have been a
Lawyer like your cousins instead?
In Brooklyn with all these
Thuggish brothers again?"

"But mom those thugs are my friends!"

"My only son is a scam!" and his dad's like
"Sarah leave the boy alone
You're smothering him!"

And Kap, your King Of Grind Time idea
Is useless and wack
You want a freestyle king to
Be viewed as the champ
It's a writ' league the two just don't match
You should get a boot from the staff
How fucking stupid is that?
If you're an NFL coach you'd drop
Members to your team after
Seeing which quarterbacks could eat the most
Pig scrotum's on Fear Factor

KOTD, been hustling forever
Organik got media outlets while
You're juggling investors

You claim you got the belt and
We're your number one contender
But, you only get more views cause
Your country has more members
Now King Of The Dot is on the
Top and your buckling from pressure
Cause Organik and his staff run
Their company way better

And I said he was an innovator
But that round was facetious
He just stole all of our ideas
And put Kap Kal' underneath 'em
And when setting up Surgeon General vers'
HighCollide as your proudest achievement
I'd say we got ourselves a
Solid ground for impeachment
Grind Time clowns said our
Crowds were too loud
And called us a bunch of faggots
Well at least these crowds make sound
And watch the fucking matches

America claims are unbiased and you can
Whoo them with your magic
But when you cheated Trick that
Illusion up and vanished
We're Canucks so for us
Being humble is automatic
You fucked up and you suck
Yeah we said you won and smashed it

Now you're back and demanding Travis
Make plans for travel package?
Asking for cash and craftily snatching
It from him Organik
You should be paying HIM just for
Giving you chumps the chances
You're rapping in the best league
In the fucking planet