Bender vs. Big T King of the Dot (Ft. Bender (Battle Rapper) & Big T (Battle Rapper))

[Round 1: Bender]
Now when he didn't show up at Blackout I thought "Damn, what you do that for?"
You a grown-ass man and then some, fucking your fans over? That's bad form
King of the Dot was ready, performance fee, hotel, and transport
But with two months notice this lazy fuck couldn't go apply for a passport
I wore down this hatchet head, now there's nothing but the handle left
From chopping down the forest needed to build your fucking casket with
Happy Easter, I'm not too religious, to me that shit's all superstition
But I will have blood running down a Big T like a crucifixion
My music teachers were Schoolly D and Louis Prima
You doing tributes to Aretha, you the hugest diva
I'm feeling like the Cuban leader that overthrew Batista
I could rule for fifty years, I think it's time I threw my feet up
And this here's the new Katrina, that's real 'cause when I kick his leg out you gon' see a useless femur
I use my sneakers to leave you with mutant features like a sewer creature baptized in every cubic litre of nuclear seepage of fuel to leak from, Fukishima
You speaking to a reaper
I brought angles to supersede you like Monsanto
Want battle? You get ethered, I brought ammo like John Rambo
Jesus Christ, if he really think he half as slick as me
He's coming down on yay harder than the fashion industry
Big T, you big, T, but you ain't got no B.I.G. in ya'
I'm nice, I got Jesus Christ looking like Caligula
Uppercut take off half your grill like Richard Harrow
With a hook that'll take your brain out your face like an Egyptian pharaoh
See Terry's not calling the shots, if Terry starts something I'ma draw up at Terry's spot concocting a terror plot
Think he ballin' like Terrence Ross, Terry's softer than terrycloth
Turn Terry to Terry Fox, take his leg and just tear it off
See Terry got nothing, can hear his heart pumping
Sound like the Terror Squad when a marathon running
Watch him black out like he aerosol huffing
When I put a bag over top his head like carry-on luggage
Fuck it, I'll put your home address on blast just outta spite
So every week you can get that G-check at your front door, that's lucky for life
Shit, thanks for showing up
Your gun noises better be on point 'cause mine are cold as fuck
Bing