Head I.C.E vs. Cortez (Title Match) King of the Dot (Ft. Cortez (Battle Rapper) & Head I.C.E)

[Round 1: Cortez]
Yo, y'all hear me?
I said, I.C.E is like 60!
But we ain't gon' laugh at his age, this is not gon' be like back in the day
I'm packin' a gauge
30/30 today ICE gon' finally start acting his age
I need to talk to him
You're so old that Ice Age is an actual age
Buck fifty over the mug, translation he's a bum
And these streets keep asking for change
And that's why I'm here, I'm back on the stage
But I ain't sparing a killer I put the spear in the nigga
Stake in his flesh, praying with the mil' (meal), like I'm ready for dinner
I share wool then, wear Wolf like I'm ready for dinner
I'm toe tagging him first
By the way, y'all can wear Wolf too
Once I go and put your man on a shirt
You got the chain?
So what? Suck my dick bitch
I ain't a fan of your work
You made a living off of these scrubs like your man was a nurse
Y'all always talk about you got the tan and the purp' the Zans and the perks
Please, you're a janitor you bagging up dirt
As for me? Shit I really really sat on that curb
And before these, I had to pray that the cameras ain't work
I'm talkin' 'bout real cash on the first
I had the whole city buzzing off the cell like Amber Alerts
Boy, plot thicker, the shot lifter
The can' to his shirt, pieces hitting, for that bag bitch I'm scamming the purse
You want a VIP pass to that church?
I got the leather strap, Lionz Den ICE I strike again it's the second match
I knife vic', yeah that a fine stitch, no leather patch
Then snatch the chain right off his neck with his head attached
I told y'all, I be riding with the thing tucked
But still down to brawl so a knuckle in his jaw made the ring scuff
Now he's leaking everywhere and his teeth gush
I call it a blood diamond
They be looking like the pinky ring blush
Bitch you ain't ever seen guts
You gon' have to scream "cut"
Once I bury you and your jewels like you King Tut
I told y'all, I ain't playing with ICE
If I air one it go out the other, I ain't take his advice
[?] that's how I'm scrapping up ICE
T-Rex, triple nines, for that chain, that's what I'm taking off ICE
The King Of Pop bitch, way before Mike
He's so old he beat Tina way before Ike
Yo, Raekwon ain't judging this, right?
Cool, I'll Iron the Chef
I dare you to try me and flex
I'll whip out the blade, stick it in then twist it inside of his flesh
And have it Break in Bad like you're supplying me meth
I told you ICE, you better walk a fine line with each step'
My arms out, keep a chip on a nose like sobriety tests
C'mon boy, me and you can exchange pounds
I ain't demanding a truce, ICE slay and let it land in his roof
Then carry the bag over my shoulder, I am Santa to you
Jack Nicholson in court, he can't handle the truth
So the fans gon' kick and cheer once I hand him a noose
You better wave that white flag or start flagging your troops
Cause I'm packing a tool, damage your skull
I am angered, call an ambulance I'll damage you fools
Kevin Costner [?] how I'm Dancing With Wolves
And like I said, I appreciate y'all reaching out
But wait til round 3, there's some shit we gotta speak about