Robo vs. Dunsh King of the Dot (Ft. Dunsh & Robo (Battle Rapper))
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[Round 1: Robo]
Alright, yo, check it
His real name is Kevin Michael Dunshee
Ah, Dunsh, he’s a killer
Decent writing, balanced cadence, uses very little filler
But he’s not the type of person that at first you would assume
I’m more afraid of Kevin than any person in this room
‘Cause he’s just way too white!
Like sour cream type of white
Like “use a scheme from Chedda Cheese vs. Carter Deems” type of white!
Like, he’s so white, he probably went to Villanova to study philosophy, like Plato and Socrates
He was on a men’s a cappella team and wants to go to Harvard for a law degree
Wait...wait a second, dude…
I just tried to make fun of you, but all of that was true
God, you’re SO WHITE!
But Dunsh always the butt of the joke
Wait, did you catch that?
I said you always the butt of the joke - ba-dunsh
[Dunsh]
Yes, thank God someone used that
[Robo]
Yo, he was on a men’s a cappella team called Vocal Minority
(Facts)
Ironic...it was Dunsh, ten white dudes, and zero minorities
Yo, he can secretly sing like Dizaster, but none of his shit worth it
When we take it to the street, ‘cause everything I Pitch Perfect
So, dawg, you better not be disrespectin’
‘Cause your skin complexion is whiter than the middle section of Hippie Heaven and frisbee lessons
Yo, you wanna get attention, so I brought the Smith & Wesson
Nic Cage: take his face off (Face/Off), then I’m Gone in 60 Seconds!
Yo, it take him a minute to even get cookin’, so how he claim to be a monsta?
You just a wanna-B-Rabbit, that’s gonna need a doctor
Shock ya like Blanka!
Faster hands than E. Honda!
I ain’t tryna hit ya body, I’m just damagin’ ya chakra
And, no, no, now I could tell
Now I can tell you’re light, your aura fading, man
And you light off the top like a safety lamp
You just a square with overinflated value
You’s a trading stamp
You ain’t making bands
The chances of you beating me are about as real as Frankie and Bonnie shaking hands
Or Cali Smoov being the King of the Dot freestyle reigning champ!
Alright, yo, check it
His real name is Kevin Michael Dunshee
Ah, Dunsh, he’s a killer
Decent writing, balanced cadence, uses very little filler
But he’s not the type of person that at first you would assume
I’m more afraid of Kevin than any person in this room
‘Cause he’s just way too white!
Like sour cream type of white
Like “use a scheme from Chedda Cheese vs. Carter Deems” type of white!
Like, he’s so white, he probably went to Villanova to study philosophy, like Plato and Socrates
He was on a men’s a cappella team and wants to go to Harvard for a law degree
Wait...wait a second, dude…
I just tried to make fun of you, but all of that was true
God, you’re SO WHITE!
But Dunsh always the butt of the joke
Wait, did you catch that?
I said you always the butt of the joke - ba-dunsh
[Dunsh]
Yes, thank God someone used that
[Robo]
Yo, he was on a men’s a cappella team called Vocal Minority
(Facts)
Ironic...it was Dunsh, ten white dudes, and zero minorities
Yo, he can secretly sing like Dizaster, but none of his shit worth it
When we take it to the street, ‘cause everything I Pitch Perfect
So, dawg, you better not be disrespectin’
‘Cause your skin complexion is whiter than the middle section of Hippie Heaven and frisbee lessons
Yo, you wanna get attention, so I brought the Smith & Wesson
Nic Cage: take his face off (Face/Off), then I’m Gone in 60 Seconds!
Yo, it take him a minute to even get cookin’, so how he claim to be a monsta?
You just a wanna-B-Rabbit, that’s gonna need a doctor
Shock ya like Blanka!
Faster hands than E. Honda!
I ain’t tryna hit ya body, I’m just damagin’ ya chakra
And, no, no, now I could tell
Now I can tell you’re light, your aura fading, man
And you light off the top like a safety lamp
You just a square with overinflated value
You’s a trading stamp
You ain’t making bands
The chances of you beating me are about as real as Frankie and Bonnie shaking hands
Or Cali Smoov being the King of the Dot freestyle reigning champ!
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