King of the Dot, Conceited, Dumbfoundead - Conceited vs Dumbfoundead lyrics

Shoutout to King of the Dot and OVO one time
For flying out Jet Li on a
Learjet ‘cause Lil' Romeo must die
My last battle was Battle of the Bay 5
That was 5 years ago when I was ‘yay’ high
I feel paranoid on a yay high
‘Cause with these cameras, this host
And this little pussy… am I on Dateline?
I could kill you in six seconds:
I should just make Vines
Let’s save time, just say "time!"
He’s probably gon' say some Asian shit
And pull out shoguns, Peking Duck
Ching Chang Chong wait, slow that down
Did I accidentally diss you?
I said pull out yo' guns, peek and duck
Ching chang chong that shit is easy as fuck
I don’t like to slow it down
When I spit a line
I want y’all to know it now
You always over-explain
That shit is overly done
Ain’t y’all over it yet?
Ironic, the shortest motherfuckers
Always tryna go over your head
How you that small?
You look like a male Bratz doll
You know I actually auditioned
For Wild 'N Out
Then I looked in the mirror and said
"That’s not what I’m about"
They had me rhyme in a Chinese accent
I told 'em I’m from Korea town
Then they asked the black guy next to me
To wear a wig and a Madea gown
Y’all know him as Conceited now
You’re a D-list celebrity
I’d rather keep my integrity
I’d make more money in my sleep
While you sleep with the enemy
I couldn’t have bought my
Condo with Con dough
I got Dumb money and that’s not a pun, dummy
Now I got young money for the artist fee
And you also got young money for
Modeling the cover of Carter 3
Look at his baby ass with his baby tats
You buy your guns at Baby Gap
Your first job, you babysat
When you throw out punches they
Feel like baby daps
Your favorite rapper is Baby Bash
That’s not a punchline
That’s real… baby facts

Listen here, Dumbfoundead
Now you going against the hoodie type
The gun’ll spit, give you a bunch of tips
I ain’t talking about good advice
Nigga you ain’t cookin' me
The only thing you cook is rice
Aight, which one of y’all Dumbfoundead
Both of you niggas look alike
So y’all finally put Dumbfoundead
In front of me they say you are what you eat
No wonder why this cat kept duckin' me
Nigga, me and this Chin shoulda been battled
I woulda served ya and flamed ya
Don't think that the Dot is
Determined to save ya
‘Cause they gave me the body I always wanted
Like a personal trainer
So I’ll pull up on that set you rep
Get your stomach cut without doing sit-ups
You better dip, it won’t work out
If I spot you with the pounds that I lift up
When the MAC's out you ain’t doing squat
Y’all better see Dumb bail when
I send this Chin up
This kid Dumb is the worst
Dressed in battle rap history
I mean I hate your shoes, b
You only roll in somethin' fresh
When you makin' sushi
And what you wear doesn’t match
Like the lips and words in Asian movies
Y’all move y’all mouths a million
Times for just one word
And it still be off why? They be like, "hi"
The sound effects never on time either
It’s either like kshch or huhhuhkpshpsh
But try that kung fu shit with me
I’ma grip the 8
You don’t want me to cook your noodle
Well, get low, mane
Like what’s on your dinner plates
Don’t believe anything this ninja say
Or one word he spit today
‘Cause just like your YouTube clip
We know everything you kickin' fake
This nigga’s name is Jonathan Park
That’s not a punchline, that’s real facts!
No cab when you see an arm wave
You can get hit with the knife
But a toast'll spread when I give Park, K’s
I’ll show up at your front
Door with a large 8 right where John stay
It’ll be lookin' like Monopoly
‘Cause, I got the metal piece at Park place
You will get wet grab a poncho, nigga!
I point with the 9 like Rondo, nigga
And you gonna hear a lot of
Steel like I’m a Toronto nigga

How you say that kick video was
Fake? That shit was real
It’s as real as you grip the steel
If I can’t kick it, yo, your bitches will
There's perks to being short
I don’t care what y’all think
When you got small feet
You can get the Jordans all cheap
When you order a shot at the bar
That’s a tall drink
He got three hot tubs at the crib, all sinks
I know these short jokes are getting old
But, I ain’t even gotta use those
They’re just starting to grow on me
But, you won’t so I had some of my North
Korean homies hack into your emails
I found some very interesting details
Keywords like latex, shaved legs
Jpegs of Taye Diggs all types of gay shit
But, I know you ain’t gay
‘cause you into Asians
But, yours look like cavemen
I stay with a bad bitch, what you
Think is a dime is maybe, ehhh, 6
Like, if you went to a Thai whore house
They be last pick and have dicks
I get the top hoes at the Brothel
You couldn’t reach the top row at a Costco’s
It’s impossible, you’re hella short
You, Emmanuel Louis, Gary Coleman
Martin Lawrence
Lil' Bow Wow, Big Bow Wow, and Kevin Hart
Black Hollywood’s seven dwarves
A bunch of midgets in the woods living large
You seem all tough in Hollywood
But it’s all an act in the end like Bollywood
When I’m talking K pop
I ain’t talking Gangnam Style
I’m talking Gangland files
In LA words can get you
Killed like a hangman round
Lately the battle scene has
Gotten Iggy Azalea
But, I ain’t talking black and white
I’m talking make-believe and actual life
Hear how you glorifying guns and probly
Gon' have a blast tonight
There’s some kid in every major city in
America who’s gon' get blast tonight
You have imaginary guns
Some people have mandatory ones
I seen them Wild 'N Out reruns
Of you rapping having fun
The homie died the other day
The news ain’t ran the story once
Sometimes I think we both forget
That we both sell rhymes
But hook us up to a polygraph
Bet I won’t fail mine
With your folktales of dope sales
Ain’t no shells flyin'
‘Cause real rounds don’t end when
The host yells "Time!"

You and your whole Asian gang
I’ll just use one fist to hit ya
I’ll put my right hand on
That yellow circle: that’s Twister, nigga
Double deuce-deuces with these
Little blickers i’ll grip the trigger
You could get shot down by the twins
More than Roger in Sister Sister
I’m quick to grip a Wesson or a 12
I’ll let the weapon give you hell
Just like your fortune cookies you can
Get the message from a shell
You cuff your bitch like she in jail
But she give me mad choch
Yeah, you’re part of the Swim Team
I give her back strokes
She give me fast throat
And do good when she south
Since she eat with chopsticks
She should be used to having
Some wood in her mouth
But she has the flattest ass and
Chest I have ever seen
She's such a small skeezer
If I was you I wouldn’t be
Wrestling to hit that raw neither
I mean she's from China
Why would you take her?
No matter what she rock, nothing big shows
From any angle that John seen her
This large nina make sure your
Nephew and niece are slaughtered
And your aunt may find your uncle
Been killed like Peter Parker
Nigga, the clip will be on your head
You don’t need a barber
And that shit will "BOW!" like you
When you greet your father
I’ll kick in his door, walk in his home
Start wavin' like I’m finna go
When I’m lickin' ain’t no envelope
I’ma hit your sensei, your grandfather
I’ma kill your folks
I’ma bring the Maggie to that yellow
Family like the Simpsons show
Y’all niggas know I’m gonna sling him
Them 9’s I’ma bring him
And I bring the war to
Park like Wild Water Kingdom
I’m bringin' the heavy can
Any problems, I’ll let the semi blam
If things go south, Park
Soon as you walk I’ll
Make sure you get caught, man
How can he stand?
Y’all catch that? Kyle, Cartman, Kenny, Stan?
Man, that’s why this chinky hates me
If it’s problems I’ll get the
Shit jumpin' like Mr hanky
Now lastly they told me
By the looks of his eyes he
Might be sleepin' on you
So I better come with it
I should be scared of his freestyles
And be horrified of Dumb's writtens
Had me like, "Shit, in this battle
Dumbfoundead gonna cook and eat me…" nah
Just kiddin'
Slow it down! i just dissed you!
I said, Dumbfoundead gonna cook
And eat me? Nah, just kittens hAHH!

I’m opening up for Pat Stay and Charron
Shake my head i started this nerdy shit
This the motherfuckin' thanks I get?
I get the club going up like iLoveMakonnen
You get in the club droppin' names like
"I’m with Nick Cannon"
He rocks expensive shit and licks his lips
LL Cool J over here
Difference is you’ve been rappin' about
Dudes your whole career by the way
What’s all that shit on your neck?
What’s all that shit mean? Oh, I get it
We all make mistakes when we’re fifteen
This is where me, Tunechi and Wiz link
We got grown man tats, lil tyger
That shit is kid ink
How much work could they done on you?
Matter of fact
That’s the only time you’ve had a gun on you
Ratatatat butterflies on your back
And some Chinese letters that don’t mean jack
Every battle you do is a short film
Oh, you got unlimited ammo?
Does that mean I could have force fields?
Does that mean I could have orcs, swords
Shields a giant hammer that Thor wields?
Does that mean I could have orbs, pills
Potions to level up more skill?
Just ‘cause you talk about guns
Doesn’t make it more real
You’re a dork still!
While you and your crew were
Playin' Gangster: The Gathering
I went on a couple dates with your family
Met his mama on Tinder
Thought we had something special
I leaned in to kiss her
She said "SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST MET YOU!"
So I holla’d at his auntie, real polite
Real respectful i thought she’d want me
But she said: "SLOW IT
Down! that’s my nephew!"
My last resort was his sister
I knew I’d be successful
I was like, all aggressive with it, like
"Let me hit it!"
She said: "SLOW IT DOWN! I’MA LET YOU!"
It’s funny how you think
Organik is your friend
But he’s just exploiting you
He’s like Nick Cannon at the end
Yo, but after this
I may never have to battle rap again
But, you, you’ll be back up here again
Battling with him, battling with them
Battling with enemies, battling with friends
Wait, what’s your name
Sir? Jim? You’ll be battling with Jim!
For you, it’s a never-ending battle and
The battle never ends the end

We was supposed to battle 2009 in Grind Time
With the bars you ran
So what we need relay for?
You was pissed, I was buzzin'
If we battled, you would be a corpse
So that shows I been made John
Mad in ’09 like EA Sports
I mean I thought you would sign a deal
You mad ‘cause my views are climbin' mills?
I know that shit was drivin' him crazy
Like when you behind the wheel
I shoot and fire steel that’ll pop at ya
And I light 8 sticks like it’s Hanukkah
Just to get you capped like a yarmulke
That erase this mark like a swastika
I load and flash steel: that’s photographers
And the can it’ll cap it all like Ottawa
Yo, I’m boxin' ya
If we brawl up in this place
You’ll get knuckles all up in ya face
And your head be knocked-off like
The Jordans that y’all make
So y’all go and gave me this Chino in TO
Who eats soup named miso
And he’s called a hero?
Nigga, I will take every dollar you
Got if your gwap got zeroes
Like that movie they was shooting, Heat
Al Pacino’s in the cast and Rob De Niro
Slow it down! i just dissed you!
I said we’re shooting heat
I’ll put Chinos in a cast and rob dinero
You take this Asian pride shit so far
Your favorite battle rapper is probably Math
I mean there’s nothin' left to talk 'bout
You’re so Asian, when you get hungry
You argue with your girl on purpose so she
Can put you in the dog house
You take this Asian pride shit so far
You probably love Ryu
And your second favorite battle
Rapper's Tsu Surf
‘Cause he puts his rhymes in subtitles
I should let the snub light you right now
You’ll let the pipe blaow? Nigga, pipe down!
You ain’t got the Magnum for
Protection to pop Con, dumb
It’s not in your lifestyle
I need you to tell me right now
Why do you use "R’s" instead
Of "L’s" when you speak? He be like
"Herro! My favorite rapper is Ril Wayne"
I mean, now that’s the truth, I ain’t racist
I don’t know if that’s somethin'
You do ‘cause you’re Asian
But in this battle I’ll give you a L
So you can use it in your language
That Ruger get to bangin'
Put you in your place if
You comin' for Con dough
Go realer with the bananas
For the monkey business wherever Con go
Why would you think a 9 would miss?
Bullets have no name
But they still comin' for John though
Y’all know SONS created a lane for
Any battler that has bars
Even when you Asians will break
And somebody down and killin' 'em
That’s ours no, when you Asians will break
And somebody down and killin' 'em
That’s SARS so even if he did say he’ll burn
Me like ether when he busts guns
These blickers kick back like 3 Ninjas
You Rocky? Put the Colt to your tum tum
And if you did have a gun
You would give nobody the bucks
You like Lush One