Dirtbag Dan - Mac Lethal vs. Dirtbag Dan lyrics

[Round 1: Dirtbag Dan] Aye You know who doesn't like Mac Lethal? Black people You know who doesn't like black people? Mac Lethal Maybe if he didn't act emo Or one time tried to rap sober But the only thing black down with Mac is f**ing Black Clover How you gon' have Black be the first word in your label name When you don't have one black label mate I should take a skate board, black label made And SMACK Mac in his mangled face Plus, I'm just appalled to say On top of all that, y'all are gay I rep the Bay The only Mac's I f**ing back are Mall and Dre You wanna hit the beach on some Speedo sh** Pick up some little kids on some pedo' sh** The only reason we know he exists Is cause of you dissing those guido pics b**h like a bro, this like a bro Probably got a small little dick like a bro Asher Roth got paid and you didn't and now you're pissed like a bro That's stupid What kind of idiot gets beat to the punch making frat music? That dude did You try to market that hideous f**ing face, you couldn't and Mac knew it Wait, scratch that, I guess Brother Ali could But let's face facts Mac, you're not Brother Ali good [Round 1: Mac Lethal] You trying to call me a racist male is embarra**ing I do look like Brother Ali, why do you pale in comparison Frat guy music? Dude that's not even true But I bet Asher Roth has f**ing rapped longer than you What? You want a race war Dirtbag Dan? b**h you look like the leader of the Kirk Klax Klan I'ma serve backhands, reverse back slam The day you see your first black man You'll be like, "Word dude. I heard that man." You want a race war? Let's be Asian Give me the golden skin I'm Dumbfoundead, you're Tantrum I'm General Tso, you're Jin You want a race war, let's be black guys with light skinned features I'll be Hollow Da Don, you're just Jizz Khalifia You can s** my bronze tuba, you're having a race war inside You're a Mexican but you look like Hans Gruber The only race you know is NASCAR, the tires and the shocks But you a liar, you ain't hot You're just Ricky Bobby, swearing you're on fire but you're not You're just a rhythmless geek In Grind Time you rap off beat and there isn't a beat! I'm gonna cut you into f**ing limes Motherf**er, you even let The Saurus punk you with the double time That beard on your little c*nt face Looks like Linda Lovelace when she's getting bu*t raped in a snuff tape No black label mates? I'm so appalled You're retarded it's a fact My label's called Black Clover you stupid motherf**er The guy that started it was black! [Round 2: Dirtbag Dan] Okaaay That was uncomfortable I can't think of too many things than I hate more Than listening to a skinhead repeat the words, "Race war" Rhythmless geek? You called me a "rhythmless geek" b**h, your sh** at Scribble was weak You're just pissed when you fell asleep One of your frat buddies drew a dick on your cheek You tried that flippity rippity Statue of Liberty sh** you did to Okwerdz to me And I will drop you with the top of my knee I'm at the top of my game, b**h why you talking to me? For Mac it really ain't the same uless you rocking a beat But this is not '03, and you are not O.G I got the style and the punches, what you got on me? Nothing cause you're real wack, everybody feel that You can't be a real mack, if you lose to Illmac' I mean sh**...he just a lil' Mac' Time to back up some of that sh** that you talk Sitting behind a computer with your dick in your palm 30 years ago, Sloth from The Goonies Stopped doing movies and started putting his dick in your mom I f**ing told you, at best, you're fresh for an old dude It's ironic you're on rap music hara**ing rappers like a troll do When you look like the trolls do in Troll 2 [Round 2: Mac Lethal] Wait, wait, wait, wait Dick in my mom? Dude if I pissed in your mother She'd still get pregnant with a cuter kid than you brother Plus, MY DICK is the size of Illmac' Even your girl beat it She was waist high, spitting out more 'Mac than Conceited But nothing you say will make me say "oww" You don't got heart, just fake sh** in your chest like J-Woww But that was not a double time Dan This is the double time sh** I be k**ing this Filming the filaments, elements I'm gonna speed it up a little bit And knock you with lil' bit of rhythm, all the syllables are k**ing and it's imminent Wait, wait, wait, you want me to do fast sh**? Let's do triple time Dick and a [?] taking it out Sticking my dick in and kicking it raw Dan He started rapping when he heard "Informer" Something you've never heard before...quadruple time... Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrt...f*ggot It's actually tragic here There's madness in the atmosphere Hey Bob Ross, go paint yourself a happy little rap career Hacksaw Jim Duggan Looking like an inbred, slack jawed kid's cousin I'm an attack dog, I'ma feed you Mac's tall stick Leave your a** raw, ripped, bubbling Then show you my fat balls with onions That gibbity grippity sh** and Sloth from The Goonies Are two things we already heard Okwerdz say to me So lay on the ground f*ggot it's face f** time Cause I don't like you...Drake punch line [Round 3: Dirtbag Dan] Aye, did y'all catch that? Did you say you wanted to leave me, "Raw, ripped with your tall stick"? That's extra f*ggy Plus, I guarantee, your balls only seem fat in comparison to your small dick What? Am I supposed to act like we're two masters putting swords together? Cause you and Sage Francis went on broccoli throwing tours together? You f*ggots hold hands and protests Klan bakes You both know how a man tastes And your whole fan base looks like old Klan tapes Your little buddy Grieves Used to refer to your chest as his own personal man cave You'd cuddle up in the van on tour and promise to keep your man safe Each morning you made him pancakes You got pictures kissing his cheek You f*ggots whisper to speak You probably pierced his lip with your teeth All your little boyfriend left you with was heartbreak and regret That, and a little tethered lock of bang hair that he kept You can't blame him, he was thinking, "Why pay him respect?" He ain't nothing but a f**ing Rhymesayers reject How could they market that ugly mug? I bet at the office they used to call you "Ugly Slug" Both of y'all make music for 15 year old b**hes except none of them s*uts would ever let you plug Quit the tough guy act, no one's buying it Like you're all pumped up off some Eye Of The Tiger sh** All you old f**s see us trying this And decided to crawl back out of retirement Well I could give a f** about Iron Swallowmen Or the cat that got snacks for Ditty How the f** could a Mac be Lethal? A Tech-N9ne runs Kansas City [Round 3: Mac Lethal] This battle would be mad exciting but your p**y cat is biting Trying to diss Sage Francis, b**h you look exactly like him Hell yeah we went on tour, your rookie a** should try it And stop acting like San Jose is so crooked, bad and violent See I heard one of his songs over a gangster rap beat He said he's so street that he kicks grown men in the teeth Then I googled San Jose and I was like, "You kidding me? It stumped me Dan here lives in the second richest city in the country And everybody there has a Lexus and eight slaves Better than great days, pet leopards and great danes In high school you had varsity letters and straight A's Your dad's a lawyer, everyday he makes 78K So if you ever got caught with 70 AK's You would only have to go to jail for seven or eight days Your dad would bribe the judges, you could get away with robbery Like in Grind Time, you bribed the judges and get away with robbery See the truth is Dan that you're wack to me son There's not a Grind Time battle that you actually won And even though Kat set this up I don't respect you punk You wanted a promo battle so I wouldn't f** your record up While After this battle I'm going back to selling records, f**ing groupies Selling merch, doing shows and touring After this battle you're going back to selling pancakes with my choice of two sides at IHOP Monday morning It must s** being broke you little poor midget you Kansas City b**h, Tech-N9ne runs your city too