Got Beef - Dizaster vs Jay Legend lyrics

[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