[Round 1- Dizaster]
Now before I start today....
I'd like to say this to King Of The Dot
From the bottom of my heart
I'm sorry for what I did, I gotta make a lot of amends
I'm sick of having to go online all the time and always pretend
I'ma let you know now now
That I wanna put the past behind us and I wanna be friends
So the first thing I do when I see Math
I'm gonna walk up
Extend my arm out and then...I'ma say "Sorry" to him
And as soon as he lets his guard down I'm gonna sock him again
Talking about I set him up to get jumped by a bunch of Crips
What kinda fuck-ery is this?
Last time I checked a sucker punch wasn't when someone begged you to snuff 'em in their shit
"Do it, do it, do it," So I snuffed him in his shit
And y'all from New York still pissed off
Cool, that's what you motherfuckers get
For going your whole life calling me the genie from Aladdin
And now you wanna get mad when I finally snap and grant a motherfucker his wish
And then fire marshal Organik they said
A normal punishment is not enough we need to ban him instead
A whole year passed and my fucking events are not getting no more bread
Gee golly wiz I just feel like I just shot myself in the leg
Today's a new type of Dizaster
No Arabic rap, no terrorist attacks
I ain't gon' talk about letting bombs off cause he's from Boston
He's probably still sensitive to that
On paper this match-up is a big clash
His ass gonna get skin graphed
This whole battle is a mismatch
Fuck a battle, you can get stabbed with a switch blade
Or split your windpipe with a pickax
I'll put a 7 inch gap where your wrist at
You'll get your wrist slashed with a Bic
I'll pull this shit back, ill put a big gash on your chinstrap
Then grab your little bitch ass and put zigzags in your head like Riff Raff
Fuck your pen game your pen's trash
Acting like I'm the hater
Hating on what?
How you gonna roll with a group of Raiders
Then put one in my Blazer
And throw me in the Laker
Or let me bring it back around I can do it with one more greater
If you survive you go from the lakes straight to the ER
What's that? Laker...
You told Math you've faced more pins then Hellraiser....
Pins...pens...
I'm trying to comprehend your style
I think I really get it now
What you're trying to say is if I'm getting into a fight with somebody
Instead of just pinning him down I can simply just pen him to the ground
And he's been doing this stupid shit forever
The day I was smoking a blunt by him a little mini one
He was like "Yo what's up? Let me hit that penner."
"A penner? What you mean? It's called a pinner."
He like, "A pen, a pen pin, whatever...."
You said I'm too emotional
You got not enough emotion
You don't bring heart to the scene
You're just a lifeless emotionless robotic machine
It's the same shit with you faggots in all of your schemes
I'll hit you with two nines like some guy that plays for some fucking football team
Yo and that's the things with these dumb guys
And what they sometimes miss
You only got one style you can do punchlines with
You need to have some variety stop being so one dimensional
Let your punchlines mix
You need to, shake it up and down, move it around
Do stuff like this
Cause if you were a fighter
The only move in the ring you'd be able to do is punch like this
And I can't even compare you to a fighter
You too soft core with your writtens
You have no direct attacks to your opponents no KO's no submissions
It's just a bunch of reaches and stretches
To all the metaphors that you're spitting
So if punchlines were like fighting moves
Yours would be like yoga possessions
The other day I was watching you and you said
You hard bodied dude who keeps metal in the hood like Doctor Doom
I instantly hit my fucking computer monitor with a sonic boom
And sent it flying halfway across the room
I hope you got your little fucking gay ass Boston goons
My homies brought them choppers through
The sweeper always got a different body on it every time you see it like a Hogwarts broom
They say the type of bars you use are evidence of a smarter youth you lying
That's not the truth
You've got no proof
You're another Dr. Seuss
I'll lay ya down flat surround by doctor suites
I'll have your father in all black like a SWAT recruit
I'll be in your apartment with your bitch knocking boots
While we watching Roots!
I'll have her in a military position
What's that??
That's a army troop!
Then I switch her around and do her Doggy Style
What's that?
That's a song from Snoop!
The style I'm doing right now, what's it making me wanna do?
It's making me wanna puke
Fucking little faggot come here let me talk to you
The Mossberg will blow your fucking body in two
The shotty will body you
Shotty will have your mind falling off of your body
And have your brain hanging off of you like Krang
When he's hoping outta his body suite
You don't think I can do what you doing, who you guessing?
I'm a true legend this ain't not type of Charlie Clips what type of room guessing
I'll hit your block and teach you how to put these squares into place
Call this a Rubik's Cube lesson
Try a new profession
I'm like Vin Diesel when its Pitch Black
I can sense any type of movement detected
Even with no eyesight
I'll annihilate your whole entire crew within seconds
I'm knocking the lights out inside of your room
In your dining room at 2AM wearing a Bio-luminescent
Iron Man style suite armed with a bio nuclear weapon
You try to move or fire a tool, goodbye it go "boom!"
You wake up on the other side of the room
With a fireman crew fighting fire from two directions
Trying to rescue you from dying
Along with a whole entire group of Celtics
But they end up getting trapped and dying with you
Trying to get through the entrance
Underneath a sign that says
"In case of a fire use the exits"
There's 6 million ways to die so just choose your method
I can fight you with moves from Tekken or I can use the Wesson
Cause I keep the steel reserved in case I have to hit you with this long can I call this rifle a deuce 11
Fucking S.O.N.S groupie
Worships the Sons loosely
Looks at Conceited like he's Bruce Lee
The first time he ever heard a bar from QP
He's like "Oooweee who's he?"
And he's from Boston and if you're from Boston
One thing you do is stretch your gay ass accent and hang on every word
And only three things you have to show for is
Larry Bird, Larry Bird and Larry Bird!
Fuck outta here
Now before I start today....
I'd like to say this to King Of The Dot
From the bottom of my heart
I'm sorry for what I did, I gotta make a lot of amends
I'm sick of having to go online all the time and always pretend
I'ma let you know now now
That I wanna put the past behind us and I wanna be friends
So the first thing I do when I see Math
I'm gonna walk up
Extend my arm out and then...I'ma say "Sorry" to him
And as soon as he lets his guard down I'm gonna sock him again
Talking about I set him up to get jumped by a bunch of Crips
What kinda fuck-ery is this?
Last time I checked a sucker punch wasn't when someone begged you to snuff 'em in their shit
"Do it, do it, do it," So I snuffed him in his shit
And y'all from New York still pissed off
Cool, that's what you motherfuckers get
For going your whole life calling me the genie from Aladdin
And now you wanna get mad when I finally snap and grant a motherfucker his wish
And then fire marshal Organik they said
A normal punishment is not enough we need to ban him instead
A whole year passed and my fucking events are not getting no more bread
Gee golly wiz I just feel like I just shot myself in the leg
Today's a new type of Dizaster
No Arabic rap, no terrorist attacks
I ain't gon' talk about letting bombs off cause he's from Boston
He's probably still sensitive to that
On paper this match-up is a big clash
His ass gonna get skin graphed
This whole battle is a mismatch
Fuck a battle, you can get stabbed with a switch blade
Or split your windpipe with a pickax
I'll put a 7 inch gap where your wrist at
You'll get your wrist slashed with a Bic
I'll pull this shit back, ill put a big gash on your chinstrap
Then grab your little bitch ass and put zigzags in your head like Riff Raff
Fuck your pen game your pen's trash
Acting like I'm the hater
Hating on what?
How you gonna roll with a group of Raiders
Then put one in my Blazer
And throw me in the Laker
Or let me bring it back around I can do it with one more greater
If you survive you go from the lakes straight to the ER
What's that? Laker...
You told Math you've faced more pins then Hellraiser....
Pins...pens...
I'm trying to comprehend your style
I think I really get it now
What you're trying to say is if I'm getting into a fight with somebody
Instead of just pinning him down I can simply just pen him to the ground
And he's been doing this stupid shit forever
The day I was smoking a blunt by him a little mini one
He was like "Yo what's up? Let me hit that penner."
"A penner? What you mean? It's called a pinner."
He like, "A pen, a pen pin, whatever...."
You said I'm too emotional
You got not enough emotion
You don't bring heart to the scene
You're just a lifeless emotionless robotic machine
It's the same shit with you faggots in all of your schemes
I'll hit you with two nines like some guy that plays for some fucking football team
Yo and that's the things with these dumb guys
And what they sometimes miss
You only got one style you can do punchlines with
You need to have some variety stop being so one dimensional
Let your punchlines mix
You need to, shake it up and down, move it around
Do stuff like this
Cause if you were a fighter
The only move in the ring you'd be able to do is punch like this
And I can't even compare you to a fighter
You too soft core with your writtens
You have no direct attacks to your opponents no KO's no submissions
It's just a bunch of reaches and stretches
To all the metaphors that you're spitting
So if punchlines were like fighting moves
Yours would be like yoga possessions
The other day I was watching you and you said
You hard bodied dude who keeps metal in the hood like Doctor Doom
I instantly hit my fucking computer monitor with a sonic boom
And sent it flying halfway across the room
I hope you got your little fucking gay ass Boston goons
My homies brought them choppers through
The sweeper always got a different body on it every time you see it like a Hogwarts broom
They say the type of bars you use are evidence of a smarter youth you lying
That's not the truth
You've got no proof
You're another Dr. Seuss
I'll lay ya down flat surround by doctor suites
I'll have your father in all black like a SWAT recruit
I'll be in your apartment with your bitch knocking boots
While we watching Roots!
I'll have her in a military position
What's that??
That's a army troop!
Then I switch her around and do her Doggy Style
What's that?
That's a song from Snoop!
The style I'm doing right now, what's it making me wanna do?
It's making me wanna puke
Fucking little faggot come here let me talk to you
The Mossberg will blow your fucking body in two
The shotty will body you
Shotty will have your mind falling off of your body
And have your brain hanging off of you like Krang
When he's hoping outta his body suite
You don't think I can do what you doing, who you guessing?
I'm a true legend this ain't not type of Charlie Clips what type of room guessing
I'll hit your block and teach you how to put these squares into place
Call this a Rubik's Cube lesson
Try a new profession
I'm like Vin Diesel when its Pitch Black
I can sense any type of movement detected
Even with no eyesight
I'll annihilate your whole entire crew within seconds
I'm knocking the lights out inside of your room
In your dining room at 2AM wearing a Bio-luminescent
Iron Man style suite armed with a bio nuclear weapon
You try to move or fire a tool, goodbye it go "boom!"
You wake up on the other side of the room
With a fireman crew fighting fire from two directions
Trying to rescue you from dying
Along with a whole entire group of Celtics
But they end up getting trapped and dying with you
Trying to get through the entrance
Underneath a sign that says
"In case of a fire use the exits"
There's 6 million ways to die so just choose your method
I can fight you with moves from Tekken or I can use the Wesson
Cause I keep the steel reserved in case I have to hit you with this long can I call this rifle a deuce 11
Fucking S.O.N.S groupie
Worships the Sons loosely
Looks at Conceited like he's Bruce Lee
The first time he ever heard a bar from QP
He's like "Oooweee who's he?"
And he's from Boston and if you're from Boston
One thing you do is stretch your gay ass accent and hang on every word
And only three things you have to show for is
Larry Bird, Larry Bird and Larry Bird!
Fuck outta here
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