Bigg K vs. Cortez King of the Dot (Ft. Bigg K & Cortez (Battle Rapper))

[Round 1: Bigg K]
I say yo… (Yo!)
I say, first name Cortez, last name Suarez
Border-hopping gave him back pains and sore legs
I’ll leave you on the floor dead
From this Ruger he force-fed
He gon’ think shit sweet ‘til he chew on a warhead!
Then I’m takin’ over
Scraping yola wit’ the baking soda
I make it lock, then we push it: that’s the baby stroller
If I was in Grind Time, this what K would told ya:
“You look like Ray Liotta mixed wit’ Baby Joker”
So play it over, make a plan, try and formulate
Or tomahawks in your helmet: Florida State
I mean, this ain’t the best match, you can’t coordinate
Name a battle rapper I can’t beat that Cor’ done ate
Yeah, you more than fake, gassed at a quarter-tank
Got your wife’s hair (hare) in my lap like the tortoise race
I say, TEC in the yellow jacket - peep how it correlate?
Dick-suckers and ass-kissers, Cor’ relate
Wordplay…wordplay...wordplay
Your wordplay bores the streets
For your next birthday, drink a quart of bleach
I hope they find your dead body by a Florida beach
Somewhere Cor’ll sleep, right under coral reefs
Peep, they love my style, they want more of it
Betrayal taught me certain snakes is warm-blooded
Suplex City, come take a tour of it
The wackest in the Rotten Apple - that’s the Cor’ (core) of it
Time, let’s go