[Round 1: Chedda Cheese]
Back in 1965, The Saurus was the meanest with the tongue
Type of superstar he never could've dreamed that he'd become
The greatest battler in the world, a genius with the puns
Okay, the only battler in the world, but still he was number one
See I grew up watching you, a name they remembered
Thinking if he's the best then I knew I could break the record
So I stepped my skills up, built up and I got my game together
Took what it took to be the greatest ever and I made it better
Now here we are today, so this is what it is
Used to be an innovator in the city that he lives
Now he's got this new style, but it really isn't his
Outdated gun bars, and shit he never did
Like some sort of weird uncle trying to fit in with the kids
He'll be like, "In this hippity-hop battle, you won't even get around
My bullets do the do-si-do: that means you're 'bout to get a round
So all you little whipper-snappers better simmer down
I've got the tooley in my trousers, it goes blicky blicka blow."
Man, it's safe to say you went south
What he used to dish out compared to what he spits now
I'm thinking that I missed out
Not enough drive left in him to make this shit count
Too old to give 100%, that's a senior's discount
Washed up and boring, what I speak is more contagious
The more time that passes in the scene the more it changes
So, considering the rate at which Peter Morris ages
No wonder we see The Saurus in the prehistoric ages
And anyone who thinks you're still relevant, you've got 'em fooled
Known for what he's done in the past, but now you're not as cool Just living off your legacy, exploiting every molecule
Funny that a dinosaur is running off of fossil fuels
And they say, "Respect your elders"
Guess I've been doing something wrong
Kick your cane out from under you and walk across your mother's lawn
Show up at the nursing home you're living at with nothing on
And cock block you from every granny that you crushing on
Yeah! And that's it
Back in 1965, The Saurus was the meanest with the tongue
Type of superstar he never could've dreamed that he'd become
The greatest battler in the world, a genius with the puns
Okay, the only battler in the world, but still he was number one
See I grew up watching you, a name they remembered
Thinking if he's the best then I knew I could break the record
So I stepped my skills up, built up and I got my game together
Took what it took to be the greatest ever and I made it better
Now here we are today, so this is what it is
Used to be an innovator in the city that he lives
Now he's got this new style, but it really isn't his
Outdated gun bars, and shit he never did
Like some sort of weird uncle trying to fit in with the kids
He'll be like, "In this hippity-hop battle, you won't even get around
My bullets do the do-si-do: that means you're 'bout to get a round
So all you little whipper-snappers better simmer down
I've got the tooley in my trousers, it goes blicky blicka blow."
Man, it's safe to say you went south
What he used to dish out compared to what he spits now
I'm thinking that I missed out
Not enough drive left in him to make this shit count
Too old to give 100%, that's a senior's discount
Washed up and boring, what I speak is more contagious
The more time that passes in the scene the more it changes
So, considering the rate at which Peter Morris ages
No wonder we see The Saurus in the prehistoric ages
And anyone who thinks you're still relevant, you've got 'em fooled
Known for what he's done in the past, but now you're not as cool Just living off your legacy, exploiting every molecule
Funny that a dinosaur is running off of fossil fuels
And they say, "Respect your elders"
Guess I've been doing something wrong
Kick your cane out from under you and walk across your mother's lawn
Show up at the nursing home you're living at with nothing on
And cock block you from every granny that you crushing on
Yeah! And that's it
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