[Round 1: Canibus]
Those look like Tom Cruise mom shoes
Soaked in some nasty ass wonton soup
You 'bout to lose, what you got to prove?
Yeah, who you gon' rap circles around?
Turn around, ‘cause you ain't allowed to worship the crown
You look like a dead bird on the ground
With your bones exposed, this is your funeral services now
This is your death, Diz, pour it out, pass it around
I laugh at your style, the wise owl laughs at the crowd
Pound for pound? I clip your wings, lift your ass off the ground
Throw you in the air, crash you in the clouds
Slaughterhouse? What the fuck is you talking about?
I brought enough rhymes to snuff all four of them out
I bet you hang out with Elton John in Lebanon
When Eminem's gone
So both of y'all can make feminine bars
You must be smokin', hopin' an opium pipe
If you think you gon' win tonight
Yeah right, these people came to see a fight
I'ma fuck you up in this battle royale, yeah, dawg
I'ma make you not wanna ever rap no more
‘Cause you cheatin'!
You know you in agreement with demons; you suckin' semen! You really think that's air that you breathin'?
You dirty fucking scumbag trashbag of scum
You look like a vampire that drinks faggot blood
And you gonna catch that fade, baby
The streets is watching, like Jay Z
I'll squeeze your IV 'til you sit up and face me
You crazy, your EKG beepin' like you lazy
Fuck you! Pay me, or donate it to Haiti!
To be here today, I had to hypnotize myself
But it's impossible to lie to myself
Look at him! It's like I'm standing beside myself
He bit my whole fucking style
I got MMA niggas in the crowd
I should make them whoop your ass right now
Ayo, hood niggas! What's good, nigga?
Wing nuts, battle you in the woods around trees and ninjas
Battle rap 20 degrees colder in the winter
In the summer I'm sizzler, roll you up like rizzlers
Toss you a thousand bars, nigga, tell you to bench it
Then I battle you again, just to see if you meant it
Look at the people on the rooftop, the people on the fences
You came here healthy, you gon' leave here injured
Real gladiators gotta bleed in the trenches
Go ahead, Diz, do your famous Slim Shady impression!
Bring 5'9" in the session, I teach the three of you a lesson
I spit real rap shit, you pop shit, no question
Dizaster and his fans is a bunch of bitches
You know I'm hardcore, I showed up with stitches
Come on, Diz, now you know you in over your head
When there's people in the crowd
That memorize battle rhymes I said
I'll battle you in the flesh, I'll battle you on the net
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect
I'll battle you for respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
I'll battle you over the toilet with my dick out
I'll battle you juggling a hand grenade with the pin out
In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out
Drinking a Guiness Stout doing a 360 spinout
You already know, I look like Riddick, out the slam
You a Arabic Peter Pan lookin' out for the clan
Come on, fam, you know the big bad wolf eat the lamb
I'm a tiger with infinite stripes, you Tucan Sam
Damn! You know cocaine's a hell of a drug
Made this dumbfuck wanna battle Can-I-Bus
I told this nigga, I'm takin' your ass to Disneyland
I'ma piss in your mouth, while you shittin' your pants
And while the lyrics enhance, my fans gonna shit on your fans
I'm glad you a battle thug
The big bad wolf gonna drink a glass of your blood
I'll use your skin for a fuckin' prayer rug
I'll destroy you, I hated you the first time I saw you
Mothafuckas like you get buried for being loyal
I'm ashamed of Hip-Hop for even praising you
You don't exist before YouTube
‘Cause you ain't really paid no dues
You make me sick! You get respect for saying stupid shit
Your fans are clueluess, they think you got juice and shit
Everytime you in Atlanta, Eddy Long is your pastor
You a rug trader traitor, a fake gold jewlery chain maker
A slum dog millionaire's neighbor
I'm a Jamaican assasin, you a Dizaster waitin' to happen
You couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper napkin
I jumped out my momma pussy
You fell out your mother booty all wiggly
Covered in humus, all filthy
I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You study my rhymes, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, something that Dizaster would do
You say you the best battler in the world?
You ain't telling the truth
You studied my background, ain't no book that I wrote
Ain't no footnotes, your whole style is one big joke
From DNA to Arsonal to KOTD
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
I'm a apex predator, you a battle rap degenerate
Tryin' to gain leverage from a high fructose beverage
Those look like Tom Cruise mom shoes
Soaked in some nasty ass wonton soup
You 'bout to lose, what you got to prove?
Yeah, who you gon' rap circles around?
Turn around, ‘cause you ain't allowed to worship the crown
You look like a dead bird on the ground
With your bones exposed, this is your funeral services now
This is your death, Diz, pour it out, pass it around
I laugh at your style, the wise owl laughs at the crowd
Pound for pound? I clip your wings, lift your ass off the ground
Throw you in the air, crash you in the clouds
Slaughterhouse? What the fuck is you talking about?
I brought enough rhymes to snuff all four of them out
I bet you hang out with Elton John in Lebanon
When Eminem's gone
So both of y'all can make feminine bars
You must be smokin', hopin' an opium pipe
If you think you gon' win tonight
Yeah right, these people came to see a fight
I'ma fuck you up in this battle royale, yeah, dawg
I'ma make you not wanna ever rap no more
‘Cause you cheatin'!
You know you in agreement with demons; you suckin' semen! You really think that's air that you breathin'?
You dirty fucking scumbag trashbag of scum
You look like a vampire that drinks faggot blood
And you gonna catch that fade, baby
The streets is watching, like Jay Z
I'll squeeze your IV 'til you sit up and face me
You crazy, your EKG beepin' like you lazy
Fuck you! Pay me, or donate it to Haiti!
To be here today, I had to hypnotize myself
But it's impossible to lie to myself
Look at him! It's like I'm standing beside myself
He bit my whole fucking style
I got MMA niggas in the crowd
I should make them whoop your ass right now
Ayo, hood niggas! What's good, nigga?
Wing nuts, battle you in the woods around trees and ninjas
Battle rap 20 degrees colder in the winter
In the summer I'm sizzler, roll you up like rizzlers
Toss you a thousand bars, nigga, tell you to bench it
Then I battle you again, just to see if you meant it
Look at the people on the rooftop, the people on the fences
You came here healthy, you gon' leave here injured
Real gladiators gotta bleed in the trenches
Go ahead, Diz, do your famous Slim Shady impression!
Bring 5'9" in the session, I teach the three of you a lesson
I spit real rap shit, you pop shit, no question
Dizaster and his fans is a bunch of bitches
You know I'm hardcore, I showed up with stitches
Come on, Diz, now you know you in over your head
When there's people in the crowd
That memorize battle rhymes I said
I'll battle you in the flesh, I'll battle you on the net
I'll battle you over the phone, you can call me collect
I'll battle you for respect, I'll battle you over a blank check
I'll battle you with a gun to my neck
I'll battle you over the toilet with my dick out
I'll battle you juggling a hand grenade with the pin out
In a stolen car with the VIN number ripped out
Drinking a Guiness Stout doing a 360 spinout
You already know, I look like Riddick, out the slam
You a Arabic Peter Pan lookin' out for the clan
Come on, fam, you know the big bad wolf eat the lamb
I'm a tiger with infinite stripes, you Tucan Sam
Damn! You know cocaine's a hell of a drug
Made this dumbfuck wanna battle Can-I-Bus
I told this nigga, I'm takin' your ass to Disneyland
I'ma piss in your mouth, while you shittin' your pants
And while the lyrics enhance, my fans gonna shit on your fans
I'm glad you a battle thug
The big bad wolf gonna drink a glass of your blood
I'll use your skin for a fuckin' prayer rug
I'll destroy you, I hated you the first time I saw you
Mothafuckas like you get buried for being loyal
I'm ashamed of Hip-Hop for even praising you
You don't exist before YouTube
‘Cause you ain't really paid no dues
You make me sick! You get respect for saying stupid shit
Your fans are clueluess, they think you got juice and shit
Everytime you in Atlanta, Eddy Long is your pastor
You a rug trader traitor, a fake gold jewlery chain maker
A slum dog millionaire's neighbor
I'm a Jamaican assasin, you a Dizaster waitin' to happen
You couldn't fight your way out of a wet paper napkin
I jumped out my momma pussy
You fell out your mother booty all wiggly
Covered in humus, all filthy
I'ma let the world know the truth, you don't want me to shine
You study my rhymes, then you laid your vocals after mine
That's a bitch move, something that Dizaster would do
You say you the best battler in the world?
You ain't telling the truth
You studied my background, ain't no book that I wrote
Ain't no footnotes, your whole style is one big joke
From DNA to Arsonal to KOTD
Now you wanna fuck with me? You must be crazy
I'm a apex predator, you a battle rap degenerate
Tryin' to gain leverage from a high fructose beverage
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