[Round 1: Jay Legend]
Those look like Tom Cruise's mom shoes
Soaked in some nasty a** wanton soup with orange juice and dog food
[Round 1: Dizaster]
Ayo this motherf**er looks like a p**y and his hair is soft
Motherf**er almost choked, he put on Canibus' gla**es I guess they started to wear off
You f**ing f*ggot b**h get out of my face you Scandinavian Canibus
Ayo, they say "Dizaster versus Jay Legend"
This already sounds like a rape session
This is like the world's strongest UFC fighter going against someone who plays Tekken
Scratch that
This is like the world's strongest UFC fighter versus a beige lesbian
Bro I'll f**ing aim lead at your frame brethren
You're like Manaz without the cane you ain't stepping
But if you do you get your face stretched with Blade's weapon
I don't know where you from but I'll tell you where you ain't heading
To the male section
You battle with Kerser was a lame setting
That sh** wasn't even a rap battle it looked like a gay wedding
Are you f**ing kidding me?
Motherf**er look at you, you're f**ing cotton soft
You're softer than a cotton swab
If I cut your hair off you wouldn't square off or have the heart to squab
If I threaten to chop it off you'd probably call the cops
If I f**ing dropped you off at a barbershop your heart would stop
Like I don't give a f** if it took you long or not
Your pops told you to get rid of it cause you're starting to look like your mom a lot
Ayo, but I guess it's hard not to when God gave you female body parts
You have a lot of testosterone and that's not even the most awkward part
Last night they caught you with a camera on the spot crossing the parking lot
Pushing a bunch of feminine hair products in your f**ing shopping cart
Jay Legend, they told me I was going against the Australian Eminem
But how the f** could this chump be Slim?
What the f**, that's like an oxymoron
What the f** are you a chubby Slim?
f** outta my face bro
You f**ing ain't understanding
You f**ing racist b**h you look like Pauline Hanson
Hold on, "Please explain"
Time c*nt
[Round 2: Dizaster]
Ayo time, I guess, whatever that was short
So I'ma f**ing chalk you out bro I'll f**ing sock you out
I'm known as Dizaster
The motherf**er you put anyone in front of me I'll stomp 'em out
I promised all you guys after my battle with Canibus I'd be taking on a legend, but this is not what I was talking about
Bro, don't be mad that these fans supported me
I'm like battle rap authority
I b**h slapped Canibus and made him pull out a notepad and pa** the torch to me
So if you don't want the same to happen to you then just act accordingly
Bro I'm not even here to battle you, I'm here to attack you morally
What's this bro? This is not even a man, that's a ho to me
Bro you are not even a battle rapper this is not where this cat is supposed to be
You should be somewhere at Victoria's Sec' shopping for bra straps and hosiery
Stumbling through the front door holding two bags of groceries
Falling over like "Ahhh, I just smashed my ovaries."
You have the f**ing swag of a f**ing Orange Tree
If you lived in America, do you know how much of an anglo-saxon bro you'd be?
You'd use words like, "rad" and "totally" and do hacky sack and motor ski
I've traveled all over the world with accolades, I've battled globally
And you just known as a f*ggot locally
So in more than one way you can't come close to me
Bro, they asked me dawg if Jay Legend's cool
"You should let him travel with you overseas."
And I was like, "f** no. I'd never let a band member from Hanson tour with me."
Bro, I'm here Sidney
Do you muhf**as feel me?
I'm battling with Mrs. Piggy if she was mixed with Biggie
And like f**ing 60 titties
[Round 3: Jay Legend]
Look at those
Those look like Brad Pitt's dad's kicks
They look like Russell Crow's mother's clothes
Those look like...Justin Bieber's mother's sneakers
Why do you look like the Lebanese Mr. Bean?
Why do you claim that you're the baddest terrorist in the Middle East
When the only thing you've ever blown up is my Twitter feed when you always f**ing hit "retweet"
[Round 3: Dizaster]
Ayo you said something about Majin Buu
But who the f** do you think you're talking to?
You look like Majin Buu and Marilyn Monroe too
Bro, you f**ing stereotypical f**ing hick stumbling out of your mobile home holding a bottle of brew
Looking like Rosie O'Donnell from The View crossed with a koala from the zoo
Lebanon, f**ing bomb, Osama Bin Laden, something on
Blibbity blibbity blue blah
I didn't hear a thing that you said
You just mad cause when you go to the Middle East they make your b**h a** wear a veil on your head
Ayo, so you should cut it out with all that Lebanese sh**, b**h don't ever try it
Cause I will beat your f**ing a** and turn this whole thing into a flashback to the Cronulla Riots
Y'all motherf**ers don't wanna see a f**ing Lebo' Arab flipping out
I f**ing packed 300 car loads and show up at your city and smash the windows out
f**ing radioing across the map the media f**ing tripping out
Like, "We got 6,000 Lebo's towards you. Keep your families in the house."
Bro, you're getting f**ing KILLED right now
Bro, you're f**ing scrubbing your arms and sweating cause you're getting the chills right now
You don't wanna f** with me bro I doubt you got fire
You look like a f**ing b**h a** Mrs. Doubtfire
b**h, making fun of my f**ing shoes I got on
Actually it wasn't the j**elry, THESE are Louie Vuitton
These cost more than it would cost to f**ing take to Vegas and end up screwing your mom
f** you bro, how can I f**ing say this pimp?
You make me sick
You look like Taylor Swift if she became an inflated blimp
What I'm trying to say is this
Either naturally you can relate to chicks or you were born on the Frank Ocean flaming tip
If I put you and CJ Barbie face to face for you to exchange a kiss
From this angle you'd look like a stereotypical lesbian relationship
So get your a** off the stage cause I pop with rage
And take off your shades you look like a retarded Johnny Cage
Ayo I'll body the sh** out of you bro
I don't f**ing care for you
I did all this f**ing sh** to show motherf**ers that I don't really need to prepare for dudes
I'm on a f**ing level, I took it way past that
Every time I f**ing rap I get flashbacks
Of back in the day putting envelope bombs and moving Anthrax
I don't give a f** who you are
Bro I'm a f**ing star at this sh**
Your b**h sits around and makes me hard at the dick
So I don't give a f** who you are when you spit
f**ing Barbie and shrimp, bro you look like a Barbie and a shrimp
Time c*nt