Don't Flop - The Saurus vs 100 Bulletz (Round Three) lyrics

[100 Bulletz] I can't lie its hella hot in here and your right, I ain't in the best shape Im sweating like The Saurus watching an R Kelly s** tape You know how many dicks been your Xbox, 360 The only battler rapper selling 25,000 units is 360 Oh you Madchild I flipped your name so much this rascal gon' leave dizzee My rounds are like the Kardashian sisters, the 3rd ain't gon' be pretty You had a fake battle with Mac Lethal, hop off Pete's dick Whats your freestyles got in common with Hercules, they're Greek Myths Your girl said I want you to want me she a cheap trick Players line up and jump in her box like a free kick You play poker, heres a heads up, the hand you dealt, not enough That chin check raise him watch your boy fold, get off the nuts In Don't Flop your body turn in the river thats some awful luck Pocket nines and im betting you Phil Ivey trynna call my bluff I got, three, four, fives to ace n***as thats one way to get it straight Wait, 3, 4, 5, 2, Ace, n***as thats one way to get a straight These punches gon lean you, I got your perscription, im writing bars behind bars like Hollow in prison In Don't Flop I got a tradition and this version even better yet Real talk if you dont know what time it is, you Peter Cech When i Wright-Phillips with praise you get Distin Bale You not a boss, only Juan Mata, Martin Tyler in the pitch when I call the shots I bury Defoe, Denilson your Kompany when im halling off Serbian left back when i take more then a Kolarov While your doing Giggs for Green, your girl bang the whole Carew Palace ugly she turn around, Bent took the Johnson, it got Fowler buddy Jefferson Price hit it Didier, Yaya Toure muscle pounding chubby She can't get off the dick she Jack Rodwell your Gallas s*utty For the last time I Owen apology, this the English Premier League that we speaking 'bout I Dunne Torres head off Given these Cole rounds he freaking out Dempsey that Cahill Bolton run back to Peter house Better duck, or get capped 42 times in England, someone tell Peter Crouch [The Saurus] Im glad that everybody here gave you some f**ing respect Cos that whole round is something no one in your own country will get I had everyone in the crowd vote on a survey and you know what told us your gay Associative word play f*ggot all you do is make a list then say some sh** because it rhymes Your not 100 Bulletz, your the same bullet a 100 times Its like breaking news 100 Bulletz might be strapped So ima get this broad casted on life he'd step When I press realase nine shots when I squeeze back An bullet tenfore me, he'll get that head line recapped Its hundred bars like that in every performance dealt By the end of the first four, everyones bored as hell Im ready for war Bulletz better get him some sort of help Cos when I dump lead, he'll just be a shell of his former self I wore a belt for a decade strong You one of those 15 minutes of net fame and next day gone Good riddance get this f*ggot out of here Your reverse punchline bullsh** sent battles back a thousand years Taking 'bout, now Bulletz can punch in reverse No you can't See when someone I know does something I know is trash I have to take a vocal stance Example, am I dope, how, understand you and Dose over lines potent damn If you think that even remotely acceptable, k** yourself I dont want you folks as fans Why dont we just reverse it back, four years before you even learnt to rap So you can put it on the back burner instead of taking 'bout your burner clap Or f** it go further then that one then, reverse it back again Like The Terminator to prevent your birth from happening Homie, all I need is a coat hanger and chloroform, hell yeah your day end, Horrocore Your parents should of press abort before your born Because one thing that makes me hate the battle scene more and more I seeing the world through the eyes of Bulletz like lord of war