Dizaster - Battle Buddies 4 Life lyrics

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Dizaster - Battle Buddies 4 Life lyrics

[Dizaster:] Ayo, my next King of the Dot battle Full of arm grapples, bar shackles All facts, somebody gonna get their top snappled I bottled it all up, but now you gon' get yo head cut the f** off just like Saddam's statue Army commando armed camel all camo AR ammo In a standoff with Steven Segal and Rambo Stick your arm out, while I'm standin' In vantage point a hundred yards out And I blow your hand off like the jackal Godfather like I'm Marlon Brando I'm off the bar handles Lettin' off the bomb shrapnel Inside of the god's chapel f**in' with your seed like Mosanto Sharper than most large panels Spark candles, for the ones that pa** away I cherish everyday cause life is just a large gamble This is just the wrong channel Rippin' through your ross flannel Caught across fire, turn your block into Los Santos Los Angelos, heart bandit with Canibus on the track Get caught stranded on [?] map candid You catch me whippin' these cats On an a**-whippin' rampage I'll throw a fast leg like Johnny Cage, minus the black shades Anderson Silva, how I snap legs [Canibus:] King of the Dot Muscular dystrophy patients inflicted with inflammation Barricaded with Oakland raiders placing wages Beam 'em up to my spaceship Where the f** is your immigration papers? Don't say sh**, soak your lips in this basin You're officially famous I'm officially off the reservation I'm officially inviting you to my official engagement Prophetic, enter the dragon Prosthetic, hammers and ratchets Kalashnikov muzzle flash Bra** knuckles crackin' Double tap, pop you like bubble wrap You stumble, collapse Suffering succotash, you a s**a for rap Expendable expert commando merc doin' Rambo work You think cavity search during earthquakes hurt? I walk with a torn ACL, jump on stage with L I met Dizaster in the cage by myself The don dada, big poppa do Krav Maga The top shaka, shot a Redbull off a pinata The hurt locker, first name on the roster Fight you over a dollar, beat the breaks off a Black Friday shopper Ten million dollar purse, flip a coin, who first? I'm the referee of this sh**, call me Kool Herc Of the New World Order, New Earth Choke you with a tire, in a tube, while American mules drag you through the dirt Up a hill, down the ravine, till the sand wash in my machine They scratch booty with they hands before they eat Alphabet savage, count from seven twenty backwards After three hundred and sixty lashes I don't need no practice Marketing promotion distribution of plastic, digital tracklist Hip hop cla**ic, the whole package I'm the Sundance Kid and he's Butch Assault and battery Hot terminology and tenacity Diz is my battle buddy for life any way I put Dizaster vs Marshall Mathers anyday Say something!