Gin-I vs. Psycoses lyrics

[Round 1: Psycoses]
So they sent you all the way from South Africa thinking you might fulfill your worth
Not knowing the kid was already dead before he came out that b*tch like a stillborn birth
The [?] hurts cause I try to keep in mind of peace
'Til you try to thieve a piece of mine and this piece of mine
Will breach this piece of mind
And leaving his mind into pieces that flying on the people behind
Will catch a piece of his mind like he's critiquing these guys
But I don't need to let a piece speak in his mind
Cause if he's speaking, he's mine
We see you don't mind speaking of other names
But if the other name that he's speaking is mine?
Then I'm just gonna be reaching inside and just peak in his mind
And pull his brains out through his mouth
Now he's speaking his mind!
You keep screaming but why?
Cause even when you stop the screaming
{​​​heckler in the crowd talking}​​​
Yo, that mouth of yours, you need to keep zipped homo
If I wanted some annoying faggot to talk through my rounds
I would've asked for Queenzflip to co-host
You keep screaming but why?
Cause even when you stop the screaming
You pause and even pause uneven like the uneven pause of even needing watch the streaming pause and even pause uneven
You'll see the pause uneven
See I can Blackout 2/too
I'm the Real Deal giving you that Okwerdz treatment
I'm not police but you'll get stomped and beat up on these streets for all to see when I Rodney King 'em
You'll get left hanging from a cross
Looking a lot like Jesus
You waste of life!
Like your father's p*nis shot the semen
To your mom to be an embryonic being
Then on one evening started bleeding then lost her fetus on a posturepedic
So stop the screaming
Or I'm going to have to censor Gin
And I'm betting you're nothing but silencer Gin
You're gonna be looking like you went through trash condenser Gin
Or better yet, head first in to a mincer Gin
When I let a knife come in surging, in surgeon, like insurgents
Gonna get a bit tenser Gin with your neck sure slit in
And I just Pez Dispensered Gin
And if you get to lashing back then we're gonna have to handle that
Disturbing The Peace like Ludacris when you get a beat for snapping like Atlanta rap
We'll get it popping
Yo, we'll get it popping
Nahmasaying? You can even get a smack with that
You got the chain in your country?
I give a f*ck what this faggot has
I'll travel back to the habitat where you having that
And get unchained when I straight jack it/jacket like a Houdini magic act
You'll be moving to the side quicker than an MC Hammer dance
Thinking you can't advance or haven't had the chance at that
Is tragic as the aftermath and damage that the mass attack Japan had planned to capture land and shattered
Man, that's a fact
It's like dinner with Dumbfoundead, how fast I make a snack of cats
When I break a body down with substance, it's like a cartel acid bath
And in fact, the people in your region just believe your fibs of evil sh*t
Not seeing that you're leaning them to deep regrets but to me it's just a bottle of Beefeater, I see through Gin
And if your people trip, I'll maneuver through the group of dudes that feud and fume
Leaving those squares mixed up with more combos than a Rubix Cube
If you throw a fist than it's over quick as throwing a choke submission
I'm Forrest Griffin, they go and ship 'em when I'm done boxing Gin like prohibition
So don't [?] on how loud he spits or how he gets all rowdy when he's shouting
And it never counted just amount to this
Cause I just finished this b*tch in the first round on some Ronda Rousey sh*t
So stop the pouting b*tch
Or I'll let the metal make you sprint like an Olympic first place go
As soon as it burst they go
One arm waving got you running home like a third base coach
I should've battled the Asian Jin
But it's alright cause tonight you're gonna wind up just like him
Cause the industry already showed us that a Jin/Gin can't handle bars when he's faced with a rough writer/Ruff Ryder
Time
[Round 2: Psycoses]
Yo, he just said something about a genocide
I thought, "I'm gonna lose it"
And some of you people gassed that line to death like Auschwitz victims
So rebuttal that is what I gotta do then
So after I'm done moving this Gin aside/genocide, killing everyone in your camp is the final solution
Now, your career consists of three main battles in total
All three performances more shaky than Michael Fox
And this battle, will have your spirit burning with Gin going down in flames like I ordered a fire shot
Cause you just throw jabs in the ring
I can hit with the jab, uppercut or the straight cross
But I really made a name off throwing the hardest hook on each feature like Nate Dogg
Now what are you known for?
He owns his own battle league in South Africa called Scrambles4Money
Just trying to keep the league alive as he scrambles for money
He's the local martyr
But averaging under a thousand views per video makes you a worse look for battle rap than Total Slaughter
But that posed a thought cause you drive on the left side of the road in South Africa when you ride
So this just might exemplify as to why it isn't quite a big surprise
That your league has never been in, it just isn't driven right
As soon as you got booked you should've split from this body like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
Now's your chance mister...hide
Cause I brought something out of this world that'll make a South African sick inside like District 9
Now who's this b*tch tonight?
It's...Gin-I
Reminds me of Forrest Gump when he's saying "Jenny"
So don't talk about any crazy slots when you're softer than a baby's bottom and sweeter than rib eye
And Gin-I will talk about local shootings in his bars like his life's too gory though
Like, "I've had more killings on my street in a week than your cities had in like eight months." Cool story bro
Dude's corny so the gap between us is more than an English barrier
Interpreting from how you leave the crowd anguished
But your words never translate to the crowd cause you're not really speaking our language
He could not hang with Pigsty in World Domination 4 so you're left with no supporters
Cause you got buried by a pigsty like an episode of Hoarders
(That was light)
Those threats you throw are boring so let it stop
My hardest left hits and turns insomniacs to narcoleptics when they're getting socked
Have your face bulging from a jaw breaker like the ones Ed, Edd N Eddie cop
Keep my right hand like Aye Verb's tranny mother
This b*tch is already c*cked
It's like that Trap Queen track when you're getting dropped
Cause from a single hit, I won/eye one like Fetty Wap
(I'm like what's up? Hello!)
Yo, bet he drops when I pop and give this b*tch a shot like Botox doctors and I pop his lip
Cause you talk like Muhammad Ali boxing with all that c*cky sh*t
But might get a bit self conscious when my conscience is conscious
When I consciously knock you unconscious
Lost in the conscious sub conscience thought when a conscience loss of consciousness
Get your noggin hit
Your face will go from red to white then black to blue on some hood hopping sh*t
Stop it Gin, it's like the death of that Casey Anthony girl if I squab with him
Cause my killer instincts so deadly I could get away with murder with how I'm boxing kid
You get treated like bootlegging
That means if I have to cross the line then I'm socking Gin
'Ganik you should've talked with him and cautioned Gin
Cause I'm a f*cking problem like the condom rip
With bars deadlier than the one Dimebag Darrel got shot up in
Toronto what up?
90 second rounds so for now that's all he gets
So stick around please for round 3 cause I'm about to talk A LOT of sh*t
Let's go
[Round 3: Psycoses]
'Ganik, Bishop
I really don't understand how he got brought to me
Cause I'll make sure these people never get a taste of Gin substance again like an alcoholic anonymous team
Except I don't need a 12 step program for y'all to see that I'm about to get this body clean
You always scream to overcompensate for your lack of punch power thinking it might help but
You're like Edward Norton in Fight Club
Cause in the end you're really f*cking yourself up
Get your wealth up cause you don't get cash for battles
You don't even get light payments
And since you don't make sense it don't make cents
And your whole aroma just don't make scents against my fragrance
But you probably got confident thinking you just might take this
That sh*t had my mind bugging like head lice cases
Cause you got thrown to the Wolves in this battle
You might as well have let Head I.C.E. take him
But they still sent me thinking you could test my statements
To test my weight to test my fate then
This a doctor to a med school undergrad
You're not even good enough to test my patience/patients
I just might make this scene like it's a repeat event
When you see Shotty Showout then Holla then repeat when he's hit again
Cause I don't need a Hitman, no I don't need a Hitman, no I don't need a need a Hitman to remix your death
Believe me I just begun to heat up
It just triggered the inner cook engine
He'll probably say he'll Bobby Flay me but I don't see the cook in Gin
So I figured it would be more pure if I used raw material to distill and fill to the process of cooking Gin
Wait, hold up
Purify raw material to distill and filter the process and cook engine?
Okay, now I'm cooking Gin!
Look at him, shooken stiff when I start straining Gin when I'm restraining Gin
And teach him how to raise the bar in this spot like I was training Gin
These bars keep my locomotives on track with the torque force of horses in a train engine
Now I'm making Gin get this work for nothing like a hired intern
So I don't wanna hear you whine or see the sight of the slightest of whimper
Cause I rock heads out of nowhere like Easter Island figures
So we need to see a Cesar get stabbed to death like Roman empire scriptures
Cause now you're leaning towards your death like Pimp C when he was trying sizzurp
Yo, this candy rapper/wrapper just ain't himself in the ring
Try a Snickers
Cause all you're doing is trying to paint a violent picture
So it's easy for me to break down Gin like an Irish liver
Gin-I's a sliver and is trash in disguise
Nobody counts on this tool anymore
You live an abacus life
But shout out to King Of The Dot for having me out for this battle
And broadcasting offline and having it live
But if this broad casting offline it'll have to get live
Yo I put up more fists than an activist strike
So depending on how you act a fist strike
I'd even f*ck you up at a dinner you have with your wife
And put a plate through your lip like African tribes
I'm adding this guy to my record of bodies you can even check my resume for this
It's like the museum for human disease
Each body that I've displayed was sick
And your fate will be the same as this
They're all debating and congregations from all the states and small locations with province places across our nation
With all them saying you lost today in their conversation of the observation of the confrontation
And you'll think of this beating as KOTD events within your contemplation
Why?
Cause I'm so sick I should've been Quarantined but I came to Blackout and made you Flatline in the name of World Domination 5!