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lirik lagu king of the dot - caustic vs daley

[round 1: daley]
your last battle was -ss daniel
i mean your raps lack style, you white socks with black sandals
you a point guard with bad handles
soldier on the front line that doesn’t have ammo
nah, you a skinny linebacker that can’t tackle
but shit if you win that cash -sshole
me being drunk you know that the act’s natural
that i feel the urge to run up and fucking jack daniel
ayo…
fuck man i gotta go, fuck

[caustic]
haha i called it. haha
so who should i rap against?

[round 1: caustic]
oh! walking out like that was fucking extra bad
but i must say that was an awesome impression of your dad
i said what’s up calgary?!
i like y’all, y’all my type of audience
y’all the type to give a dude love even if the angles are obvious
nobody knows who the fuck he is so don’t mistake his c-ckiness with confidence
i take a lot of steps to make sure this alcoholic remains anonymous
this is caustic 2.0
that means i’m coming to fuck you up
last night matt daley blew a 2.0 had to get his fucking stomach pumped
yo, i hope i win this battle cause i’m robbing the runner up
shotgun to your mid section that’s a fucking stomach pump
so what the fuck? these white boys wanna be shooters now
stupid f-ggot thinks this shit is url proving grounds
you need to choose a style cause every time you move your mouth
all i hear is how real deal used to sound
this muhfucka thinks he’s real deal on steroids
nah muhfucka i said i bet you get a real deal on steroids
yo you think you got the b-lls to battle rich or face ph?
your nuts are probably fucking raisins by now from all the hgh
yo, your last couple joints were extra awful
all those bars over jokes bullshit is just another trend to follow
how you gonna battle 24/7 with the style 24/7 modeled?
you’re not 24/7 just cause your kid sleeps in a room full of empty bottles
just be yourself matt, cause everybody that raps hates you
it’s like a constant gamble
he’s constantly beating on black at the cr-ps table
what you ashamed to be white?
you gon’ make up a life and rap fables?
let’s be honest, johnny walker is the closest you’ll ever get to a black label
so fuck bars over jokes, cause fucking bars don’t mean anything
you’re a fucking alcoholic piece of shit you choose bars over everything

[round 2: caustic]
i said out in cali i’m a star with indo rolled up
somewhere in calgary right now his kid’s locked in a car with the windows rolled up
that’s cool man, i heard you got a little boy named owen
that’s awesome, why don’t you go home and give him the attention that you owe him
i mean, how you gonna talk shit about my nose? like that’s never been done
compared to you my nose can provide a better shelter for your son
yo, look at his fucking shirt, he’s like michael jordan of child abuse
if your son ever comes out of the closet he was probably just trying to hide from you
yo, your girl says you’ve been bringing your work home with you
shit’s becoming a problem
i hear you deal with dry walls a lot, at least you and your girl got something in common
i mean, since you been with your baby mama the b-tch has not came once
i mean don’t you work in construction dawg, step your fucking caulk (c-ck) game up
so if you wanna play family games best believe i’ma catch a body
cause if i roll up in your full house at least five die, now i’m playing yahtzee
still repping team hockey
now a days i play the goalie
slayed shinobi just to watch his blood hit the ice like braydon
hopey
so what you acting like a star for? just stop it it’s weird
just a bald -ss b-tch somebody call brittney spears
you can pray to jeff all you want but g.o.d. isn’t here
you the next to die, got tetris rhymes, one bar make your whole block disappear
i’m not tripping
that shit that caus’ spitting be sicker than raw chicken
the plot thickens like pasta sauce in my mom’s kitchen
yo the shit that i’ve got written will leave him shocked and awe stricken
like the day you discovered your alcoholism is the reason your son suffers from autism
this is 100% facts, 100% non fiction
and since i’m not a drunk piece of shit when i talk god listens
so fuck you, you only care about yourself b-tch, i’m not kidding
the world doesn’t revolve around you just cause the room won’t stop spinning

[round 3: caustic]
at the last event, fingaz said, he already won the five grand
b-tch i will give you five grand if you can count to five on your right hand
so let me get this straight
so y’all call fingaz ‘fingaz’ because his fingers isn’t there
so if we’re playing that game then who the fuck is this, “hair”?
i mean, you know you’re fucking drunk when you try to pick a fight with the biggest dude in the room y’all
i mean that could’ve been a million hits on youtube
fucking too tall versus cue ball
i mean he’s got nothing to do y’all
he’s just shoving cocaine in his face
i mean i’d call you mr. clean but that just ain’t the case
i mean you got a face that says you’ve done blow most of your life
he’s a heavy drinker, he’s up to a bottle of rogaine a night
i mean the last b-tch that had sex with matt
probably gave birth to a flex fit hat
how you standing in the ring trying to flex on cats?
you in the circle swinging on nothing like next at bat
so let me guess, mcknight was gonna beat you so you tried to attack a minor
he was at the beach all week came back with sand in his vagina
yo, since i can’t murder you literally, i guess i gotta murder you with lyrics
funny a drunk wandered into the distillery to get turned into a spirit
ever since you made your premier, you wanted to make it an occupation
but respect is hard to earn especially when you can’t drink in moderation
no more mr. nice guy this shit’s a game of concentration
so here’s your moment of truth, let’s see if you can hang with caustic’s hating
every time you step into the arena you blame intoxication
and you get kicked out of the ownerz cause you created an altercation
you gon’ be above the clouds when your liver fails from complications
and you’ll be on the way to see guru once those doctor’s botch that daley/daily operation
rest in peace
yo, you let a best friend p-ss cause of substance abuse
probably not the best time to brag about all the drugs that you do
that shit is a direct slap in the face to anybody that has love for the dude
look it’s quiet, take a look at everyone in the room
and there’s all thinking the same thing like, “god. why the fuck wasn’t it you?”

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