King of the Dot, Sketch Menace, PoRich - Sketch Menace vs. PoRich (Title Match) lyrics

This pretender dies if he don't
Surrender what is mine
Besides, you wouldn't be here if
Bender never took a dive
Then you hide away in Calgary settin'
Up battles for everyone else
But didn't make one fuckin'
Match for yourself
Dude it's a chain, not a chastity belt
Funny how your buddy left and
Your stock drastically fell
What? Hollohan got locked so you
Couldn't ask him for help?
He says he's your ghost writer
That's probably true
Cause up close that chain looks gaudy
(God-y) on you
You ducked Jon Storm in New York!
Well, you have to be an amateur
Just cause you got crushed
By American's in Calgary
So there's no way you hold down
This battle shit for Canada
And you ain't battled in seven months
That's practically a year
We all thought you retired
We actually cheered
Walked in all excited, I'm
Like, "Relax, relax, he's here"
Seven months, wow, how lazy are you?
But the fans are great
Why you wanna play them for fools?
What? Is this the only league band you loot?
Well fuck off
This is a thousand bucks I'm raisin' for Q
And he couldn't even do a promo match
Those take no effort at all
Shit, isn't that why your lazy
Ass started gettin' involved?
Organik, your king lame
Cokehead only good for throwin'
Dust in the airs, he's King James
Here's the facts I'll tell 'em straight
I've never seen any footage of
You rappin' on a stage
No freestyle battle footage with your name
Never seen a cipher where Zachary was great
Shit, your rap career as of
Late and the one outside
Of King Of The Dot are exactly the same
Seven months!?
I bet your larynx goes through
So much atrophy it breaks
I'm eviscerating this vulture
I'll battle in Calgary tomorrow if
You can freestyle right now
And start articulatin' an offer come on
It's the easiest way to
Participate in the culture!
But wait, maybe you been in the studio
Producing somethin' tight
I haven't heard a single song yet
Well at least you're doing one thing right
January 21st, bitch, save the date
Seven months? That must be
Your hibernation wait

I said yo!
So if you asking if I wanna clash with Po'
The answers "no" but fuck it
I figured it's better to
Battle but realistically this
Shouldn't count as another win on my record
I mean I beat you the
First time with minimal effort
So you thinkin' you're better is
Just making the king laugh
So at best Rich is a jester
Yo, the fans are asking me, "Sketch
What would you beef with this guy for?"
I tell 'em, "The titles like a video game
Defeat it and you'll start
Feeling quite bored
And have nothing left to do but go
Back and start beating your high score"
Like seriously guys
I'm feeling like my path is going backwards
Like Lush, for my next battle in the states
I want a second crack at Absyrd
See I don't know what you see in him
Dude's lame
I'll leave you scheming for loose change
While I walk away this evening with
A G and a new chain
But see you hope for this rematch since
You choked against me back in '09
And both times
All you're throwin' is weak jabs
Relying on shock value
Going for cheap laughs
So, it's like you got sober and relapsed
Because now you're going to get smashed
Hey Organik
Remember when the cops attacked you?
Well take a load off and relax
Cause now you got a front row seat to
Watch the Po' get it's beats back
So no matter which way you wanna view this
I ain't about to lose Rich
And I'ma make this picture clear
For you like 1080 resolution
See I'm not able to compute exactly
How you came to the conclusion
Of how you deserved this battle to begin with
And most would label that delusion
See according to the chain of evolution
You'd think I'd go up in ranks
But this is strange and just confusin'
Nah, wait it's fuckin' stupid and I'ma
Take it out on you
This war was waged for retribution
See he blames his last loss
To me on his choke
Well I'm sick of hearing you bitch and whine
How about this time
You just try and not forget your rhymes?
So step aside you're getting left behind
You're coming out of pocket and getting
Booked for your offensive lines
And running for safety now that you've
Switched to the defensive side
I already murdered you once
Two years ago what
Makes you think I won't dead this guy?
You can call me Michael Vick
I'm here to get Rich for the second time

After I win tonight, I'll be bumping my chest
But tears filled your eyes when that
Chain was hung on your neck
And you looked to the sky like, "RIP bruce B
I love you to death"
Well Bruce was in Heaven like, "Shut up
Sketch!"
Jesus taps him on the shoulder, "Bruce
Isn't he your best friend?"
"Pppst dude, that's Jeff's friend"
Look, I'ma try and be straight with you
The guy hated you
He died to get away from you
Rest in peace though
Respect to dude and we all mourn him
But, if he was your friend
I'm guessing he died of boredom
I mean Christ, Sketch, you're just so dull!
Not even MindBender loves you and
He loves us all
You test Richard now the uproar is coming
And what you lack in charisma you
Make up for in nothing
No one is getting hype
When this guy's talking
Jeepers, you seen them peepers and still
Nothing you said was eye popping
Hey, you ever wonder if
Sleeping pills would help?
They used make up to make Heath Ledger
Just creepy and he killed himself
'Po is a savage beast
Feel the jagged piece of the dragon's teeth
World Domination, it was sad to see
You crying from the sidelines like
"Battle me Pat battle me!"
That will never happen, it's
Called reality Zack, reality
You asked for Dizaster no illmaculate no
You lucky you got a rematch with 'Po
And I remember the Alamo
Nah, I'ma fucking pop him Nucky Thompson
Set prices on your bars like Al Capone
He caught his girl wearing that chain
She screamed, "Take it off slut!"
Shook him by his face like "We never
Know when Pat Stay might pop up"
And now she keeps it locked
In a safety deposit box
With a cup of my sperm and she's
Been waiting to top it off
So I tap her on the head like
Morse Code to let the whore know
She's 'bout to take a Peter North load
But, you love The Saurus so
You pretend it's a Peter Morris load, gross

So Whitby is the city?
Like really Rich? I feel like
You're just givin' me ammo
Cause from what I can tell it's full of
Hicks dragging their knuckles like
Some primitive mammals
I've never been there I'm just judging by
The people you bring to your battles
So watch me leave Whitby in shambles
Fuck that town where you live
I'ma let you sink to the bottom
While you're bound by your wrists
Cause if you want to be the captain
You're going down with the ship
See you got no fans unless-
Outside of your home city
So you got no talent you're worthless
Always yelling but what you're saying
Has no actual purpose
They'll be all loud cause they're drunk
Now and react to your bullshit
But online they'll laugh at you and
Skip through half of your verses
They'll go home and watch it and be like
"THAT was the verdict?
That's not the way that I
Remember it happened in person"
See the fact of the matter is you distract
'em you use it as a diversion
You're watching this square with no
Bars like the theatrical version
See I'm just scratchin' the surface cause
Your last battle just proved
You claimed to be an alcoholic but
Can barely handle a brew
So if you drank a bottle of
Rum you'd fucking swallow your tongue
You're just a little guy reachin' for
The top of his lungs
You belong in the "My Father
Touched Me Anonymous" Club
Cause the way that you rap reminds
Me of the prodigal son
See I bet your daddy accosted you
Behind the house with your sister
And made you kneel young
(Neil Young) while you were
'Down By The River'
And to cope with it now you drink
And pass out from the liquor
Acting loud on the streets and running
Your mouth like a wigger
But there ain't no drinkin' involved when I
Laid the smack down on Richard
And throw shots at your fuckin' body and
Beat the black out your liver
See he's got a drinking
Problem that needs resolvin'
Before you can start talking shit to me
To be honest, what has Rich accomplished?
It must be exhausting getting beat so often
You've had the most loses in the league
L's to Chedda, Twist and Soul Khan
Hell even one of those loses is from me
So Organik set this match up knowing
I'd body you in three he's an enabler
Getting this pathetic drunk another
Shot he doesn't need

You saying Whitby ain't a city
It's a town that's weak
Just wait 'til we run a
Train on your bitch 125, 000 deep
When that bell ding, I'm Mr belding
Zack thought he was top brass now
He's gettin' stripped for welding
You're Calgary's division rep
Every battle you throw you suck American
Dick without even breaking a sweat
Fucking up plane tickets
Border arrangements
Let me save you the stress
Use Canadian rappers
You be flyin' out Americans
And breaking a sweat
Don't you have a brain in your head? Or is it
You couldn't battle Loe Pesci
And became him instead?
And what's so fresh about
Using company money to
Buy Organik birthday trips to
Host your event?
I'm surprised you haven't been
Fired from the business
Sketch is wasting paper
The irony's delicious organik said, "Look
I'll introduce the dope MCs as long as
You don't stand close to me"
But, you had to be seen
You're King Of The Dot's best dresser
I'm joking, Sketch you wear Sketchers
What? Thought we wouldn't notice?
Sorry fat face
Snack cakes won't make you a hostess
(Hostess) i can fill my bars up with
Some of your most embarrassin' moments
Like you eye fuckin' rappers with
A hand over your heart
Or the kid who tried to
Honor the memory of Bruce
B and you wouldn't let him
Pour out his brewski
And I thought you two were close
So that one confused me
Or what about the time you tried to give
Real Deal the fist bumpand didn't give up?
Seriously dude, 20 seconds went by and you
Kept your fuckin' wrist up
Or what about naming his event Frostbite
Please examine that statement
He's saying his division is cold
Decaying and needs amputation
Enough bullshit
The Toronto crowd wanted fire and I'm
Like Leafs goal tending monster rhymer
(Reimer)
I'll leave your knees smashed with a pipe
Put you in a wheelchair
You'll do the cat daddy for life
You suck at rap, I got a whole bag of tricks
So it ain't just for laughs
When I gag ya bitch and on some real shit
Who would you rather have a beer with?
But, if you picked Sketch then I
Say to you in all seriousness
I drank all the beer in the fridge

See I'm about to put an end
To all your hopes and aspirations
You blew your only chance to hold the chain
I guess your little shoulders
Just can't take it
So don't brag about the road you had to take
To get here cause I don't have the patience
Especially since a coat tail was
Your mode of transportation
See you're a bargainin' chip
Without a partner you're shit
You're beggin' for scraps that
Way you're all over (Oliver) Twist
Like you gotta be kidding
This economy's shit
And ironically still nobody wants to be rich
(Rich) so your only claim to fame is in 2
On 2's so this is open and shut
Cause on your own it's been
Tough Rich since both your
Partners left you've been on
The road to destruct
All by your lonesome trying to cope
But, you ain't consoling in us
Your battles are like keg stands
To succeed you need a partner
There holdin' you up
But since you teamed with Diaz it
Seems your persona's gone to shit
Diggin' deep for angles about
How a girl jacked
Illmac' and left him hoping for a lift
But a minute later, somehow won that battle
Took all his dough and then you split
Provin' he's a two-time champ at getting his
Money fucking stolen by a bitch
And while we're on the topic
What the fuck you dissing Drake for?
Do you know who you're throwin' shots at?
He's taking business trips, bangin' bitches
Signing million dollar contracts
While you're convincing Whitby not to
Listen to his podcast
So you think your little comments
Gonna bother him like
The cost of his living's gonna drop fast?
Like without you
He'd be back in Scarborough beggin'
Bishop for his watch back
You need to think before you talk
And now you're gettin' crushed
You should've acted like Drake's boy and
Fuckin' kept it on the Hush
Cause he was watchin' from the top
While y'all were droppin' accapellas
So when you dissed him in your
Interview you sounded awfully undeveloped
So I can see 'The Bitch In
Yoo': it's Common to be jealous
And fuck all that bullshit you
Said about Real Deal
Face it Rich that's lame him and the rest of
Pittsburgh should fuckin' lynch
You for giving Pirates a bad name
So let me thank y'all for tunin' in
To watch this scrawny fag get beat
You can watch it on his next episode of Bars
It'll be the Body Bag Of The Week