Lyrics
Straight out the trenches, I rise wit stout ascension,
As Skwrit shouts from benches, what a fuckin mouse convention.
But the first on my list, likes to chill wit little kids,
He's the worst in the biz, I'll break this brittle twig.
Dok it just ain't ethical, ya trash talk aint' acceptable,
Technically, you need a time share to stay on my left testicle.
Fractionize you inept decimals, clubs better accept medical,
My rhymes are the best epical, to leave you wit a cleft retinal.
Son of a bitch like Muslim porns you can't "see a Face",
This ain't a card game so how can two "queens" beat a "straight?"
Already defeated and this "Fairy" still barks N calls?,
I'll give him 2 black eyes just to watch how "Darkness Falls!"
With all this "site hate", you'd think I was rappin wit blind folk,
Think you're the white hulk? Only if surrounded by white chalk!
Is this mic on, 1, 2, testing testing?
Now it's time to slam this pussy like female wrestling!
See dis "mon row Doktrin", to the middle of a lake,
And wonder where those cocks went, it's a riddle as of late!
Cuz they're already ate Skwrit connects more dicks than DCA,
Open the Skwritters gate and out pores pricks and seedy gays.
I fight chumps and duel fakes, fuck this thespian faction,
Bitch if you fucked Duelce, that'd be a lesbian action!
I'll rip out ya placenta, wit my grandson in the case,
Snatch hip out from center, as toxic air fills the space!
Then start dealing knife throws, to see a thousand collars bounce,
You ain't seein a "KO", like a thousand dollar ounce!
What's with these exclamations, worst user back at spinner?
But see it's the elevation that seperates a loser from a winner!
You're just a beginner, well at least you rap like one,
You must have been my dinner, cuz I'm bout to crap a ton!
Ya fat bastid! Ya made of fat and wackness mostly,
I'll take that goattee and burn it up like roast beef!
Provide the man, I hate battlin fem anonymous,
I'm not Spiderman, so I won't deny "Dok-The-Puss!"
You must have double vision, if ya seein 2 Faces,
This is a head on collision, breach ya knee in 2 places.
Ya crew is tasteless, comin wit beef that's baseless,
So like a leader-less R.E.A.L.L. I'm leavin' Skwrit "faceless!"
See Duelce can't be the only "queen" of the bunch,
Pass the beef Dok, I need protein wit my lunch!
Cuz you're just a "fruit", gettin reduced to a "veggie",
You're "lite" like "Miller", the beer not the Reggie!
First round you fell, I "popped a dok" wit a message,
And once I pound the bell, you'll be knocked out in the "second!"
God came upon dok wit a name and style to use,
Then told him to see a shrink for all those years of child abuse!
Dok likes to fuck wit adolecent black rap artists,
Not for rap but to see who can push his crap back farthest!
You hate your own skin, ya wanna-be thug of blackness,
You need practice, you're the gateway drug to wackness.
Fuck Melissa too, at night ya call her Darrel,
You pick out her shoes, and "design-her" apparel!
But she's not ya "girl", if I say girl in quotations,
Lift up her skirt n see all the genital combinations!
The first minute beat you, but I decided to continue,
While you drop quick shit as an excuse to give crews!
You think you know me, in fact I know you,
You're name is Doktrin, Rap's I.O.U!
