[Round 1: The Saurus]
Now look
There's people salty thinking this is a battle I shouldn't be involved in
Cause they see an easy target, I see a reason to keep evolving
Now I know what y'all are thinking, since I'm leagues beyond him
How can he give me a brawl when he's the weakest S.O.N. like Stephen Baldwin
He's supposed to be that new cat the west has popping
Well f** the next man's top ten I'm the best damn option
He a dead man walking soon as Deadman walked in
When I take his head off they won't take that red cam' off him
So, just act cautious if I get standoffish
I will webcast your d**h just to let fans watch it
His girl told me that whenever Deadman talks it
Makes her p**y drier than a deadpan comic
She tried to get on me before, like, "You want head Saurus?"
I said, "Give me 15 minutes while Drop Dead, Gorgeous"
Mach 10 force just make sure them tapes are recording
You're the newest S.O.N.? This a late term abortion
Of course it's a wrap, Dead's deaded in one
It don't matter what Dead's debt is, Dead's credit is done
I'm dead set on k**ing everyone in Dead's set, it gets better
Everything I just spit?
Direct hit...to Dead's center
A trendsetter just to generalize
I'll give your family Bad Medicine to sever them ties
Your folks were Living On A Prayer, but they never survived
And now none of the people who Wanted Dead are Alive
Jovi bars!
Yo, I bet my life two times you ain't gonna win this
Yeah you'll swing and you'll miss, but I aim for the fences
So beg for forgiveness
Cause b**h my pops pa**ing is the only time a dead man gave me the business
[Round 1: The Deadman]
Aaaaayo
(Aaaaayo)
Is this your king?
Well all I see is a skull and crossbones
The S.O.N. bored at throwing rocks at the throne
Yeah, I got stones
Last year I was John Doe'd, The Deadman was not known
Now I'm taking out your legends, one by one, I'm John Joe
You get sentenced to d**h when you f** with the wordsmith
Mean with the bars, but I'm nicer than customer service
But The Saurus booked from sending them four words like group text
"Thesaurus", "booked" "synonym for words", n***a who's next?
See this battle is really a test of western supremacy
Since Con' versus Illmac' we was meant to be enemies
I put an end to your legacy
It'll be like a magnet the way the metal gets drawn on his negative energy
Head shot, leave him as dead as a Kennedy
Chrome clap ya we can go back further than an elephant's memory
[?] I swear I be comatose in that bed til he's 70
I seen your last few battles, you rapping 'bout guns now?
Wordplay? Name flips? You trying to be S.O.N.S. now?
All I Know Is That? n***a all I know is blllaaat!
Stay in your lane or get caps fly like Kung Lao
Y'all know this bum's style
They copied it, cloned him
Then put him on the shelf where a Thesaurus should be, that sh**'s golden
Yeah I'm a S.O.N. but y'all thought you would see Dead beat just cause he fathered a scene that disowned him?
Since you wanna be a shooter I'ma show you how it's done like ball practice
Cause static have a male/mail missing like a lost package
Two Tecs, and I'm raising them twins like Bob Saget
The only way Duke get past the semi's is March Madness
I clean house when I move that sweeper from side to side
Pete ducking...using the shotty was high collide
Stop ducking HighCollide
It's the two time everything, who cares what you won back in '95
f**ing battle a PG n***a and the views be twice as high
The AR throw bullets at him, you a Green Bay wide receiver
AK shake my hand like "nice to meet ya"
[?] on the floor, violent seizure
But the chopper will pick it up like finder's keepers
Give him a buck with the metal, it ain't change for a dollar
Illmac should've warned ya, we stay with them Llamas
Battled co*ky and this lame didn't slaughter
Now I can say I sonned Bobby and Peter, I'm the Brady Bunch father
[Round 2: The Saurus]
Yo, I took this battle on like three minutes notice, just to fix my own boredom
I took this sh** on like ten seconds notice, I wasn't given no warning
I'll still get sadistic though and slit his throat for him
And since you Dead the wounds were inflicted postmortem
I tried telling y'all, I be scoring all day
I'm like Mike Jordan crossed with Gordon Bombay
You? Every f**ing bar's corny
People just applaud cause they really like an underdog story
But before we go acting like I might get stopped
Peep that right left combo this guy just got
Plus a knife edge chop to make them whiteheads pop
So muhf**a fall back like a five step drop
Now check that Timex clock...
See there isn't any chance left
Deadman you revisiting your last step
So will that make me the winner of the match? Yes
You a Deadman, only living in the past tense
I snap necks so Deadman should listen
Going off like Lebron when the headband is missing
Now homie if you want me to be impressed
What you need to do is try to sound like DMX, even less
Yo, CBS, this the 10 o'clock news
This win is cemented in your cinder block shoes
My sh** cannot lose, this idiot's through
Now tell me if you see Mr. T pity this fool
Yo I'm dropping straight bars cause I gotta take charge
S.O.N. you two weeks late on your Father's Day card
[Round 2: The Deadman]
They said the west fell off, but me and the team gonna put it back on the map
But you gotta be amnesty player, we got a salary cap
3-0 Pete he said he breathe life into this battle format
But can't get through four bars without having an asthma attack
If you can't pace yourself you probably shouldn't rap fast
Darth Vader, last time I seen breath control that bad
They said you a pedophile Pete, you catch a chick leaving math cla**
And I bet her hit her on 16's like blackjack
Damn homie, in high schools you getting banned homie
Back to blackjack
Ain't you a gambling man? His current girl is much older
I flap the nuts I'm all in her guts like blunt roller
Bambi, he'll call to console her (controller)
Cause he know (casino) it's Queen's face down whenever this stud poke her (poker)
Got it down to a T like strip poker
I skeet in your dumb freak
Party in your girl's pants! You know you can't compete (come Pete)
Don't get crazy, bullets got no name like self Tweets
Your whole team be undercover, 21 Jumpstreet
My wolves get to call your food
Whoever I phoned (iPhoned) down to Face Time, like Watch who you talking to
I got the Tommy with the drums like the Motley Crue
I'll pop at you, fire at [?] like Huaraches do
You from Monterey Jack? That's a cheesy sort of hood
Your whole town is full of s**ers like Transylvania
Sure I could, I'm low with this big five, but ain't sporting goods
But the kick makes it hard to aim my piece (pee's) like morning wood
Face jokes!
You look like a zombie off of Left 4 Dead
That got beat with a spiked bat, forget to protect his head
You look like Lurch from the Addams Family if he came home drunk and pa**ed out face first on Uncle Fester's bed
If you're wondering why every chick he deaded told you you're not cute
It's cause you look like the plaintiff in an acupuncture lawsuit
Now I don't know if this fat f** tried to eat a claymore
But his face got more holes than a PGA tour
Look Edward J. Almost Human
You get's no respect
Head shots on Instagram is the only time you pose a threat
Ugly n***a talking out the side of his face; Jonah Hex
Nothing to pull your card, I got yours numbered like a Rolodex
Face of battling? You ain't the best up in this genre
If anybody in here said he ever was a monster...
It's cause you look like Arnold from Predator just shot ya
At point blank range with the spreader gun from Contra
Flatline!
[Round 3: The Saurus]
This the type of beating that'll finally give your life some meaning
I don't know why you're beefing but you're getting roasted when I'm fire breathing
Thankfully, I brought a higher ceiling
Instead of wasting an entire evening trying to talk to Dead like a psychic reading
Now I might just be unstoppable homie, you had a rocky start
When I first saw him, I thought he was Heartless and Courtney's bodyguard
You locking arms with Hogan's pythons, you don't got these arms
How you the S.O.N.S. newest child but you older than most they father's are?
Talking hard? I'm a trained marksman, taught to fight
This child must of went Ray Charles and lost his sight
I think this stray dog is more bark than bite
My blade's sharp I'll give your face the same trademarks as Chalky White
I got those bars that just might bring the building down
Motherf**er I'm the archetype this sh** was built around
Motherf**er you a copy of a dozen different clowns
Trying to sound like each other so your head will never fit this crown
Listen now
I'm the real illest rhyming, deal with it
Just got my wheels in alignment
That chill in your spine? You don't feel psilocybin
It's like Organik quit his job, put that steel mill behind him
Now fighting will only make this beat down worse
I snipe down 100 Bulletz with a three round burst
So ain't no chance in Hell that you won't catch an L
He a Deadman this dude already toe tagged himself
Don't ask or tell where that lead finna spray
It is definite Dead when you get in his way
I will reposes everything left in his name
Then go Charles Ramsey with it...Dead giveaway
[Round 3: The Deadman]
Look obese n***a
[The Saurus]
No. I'm getting better
[The Deadman]
You wasted a lot of energy
The only bars you know about are all you can eat salad bars, stop the trickery
I'm their idol n***a, remember me?
Never mind, fat so he'll probably start sweating try to jog his memory
When you're this pregnant, stress ain't good with that [?]
Last time you seen a gym/Jim was a Dipset video
If he wore a snuggy, sh** would expand
But he's the next Eminem, Marshmallow Man or Michelin Man
They say you [?] joined the battled rap and I can see that picture
But you was eating cause I wasn't there to eat that dinner
No matter how good MJ was in the NBA there was a dude in the streets that would've beat that n***a
But he a Celtics fan y'all
Well your green disappeared like Magic
W'ell (Wilt) take his money, I'm Scott free if Fox pay bail or we maim this dummy
You ain't Worthy I'll Wessum Jabbar like Nixon or he's (Horry) should k** (Shaquille) himself, this is Laker country
And I'll give you three Pete like Kobe
The cost of dealing with Laker fans? Price check, laser scan
I'll stack like a paper jam
You ever been to L.A. old man?
Crips, Bloods, esses, different colors on every block; Legoland
So watch what you wear or the games will clip this herb like a weed wacker
Bang like onomatopoeia, watch the teams scatter
Put you to sleep, one shot will leave your dreams shattered
One ring will put your thoughts on display like the Green Lantern
I hate to k** you like this Pete, but I gotta do what I gotta do
Cause you've been letting me down for years
First Dizaster bodied you, then you both went to New York
He showed Swave how the west coast rock and Cortez made an example out of you
Then Diz' battled Canibus put on for the damn movement
And snatched your crown with your head still attached to it
Now you battling me? Are you that stupid?
You knew I was the top pick from the first round like Cam Newton
Greek myth, head shot for the goddess Athena
When it Rome, Italy (it'll leave) blood all in your Caesar
Put the M to his head like he's [?]
Shoot once rest of the bullets will play follow the leader
That is nothing
Out here we were taught to [?]
Slide up on squares like queen takes knight; insanity
And if it ain't part of the rifle family
Then I got an RPG and I ain't talking 'bout Final Fantasy
Flatline