Don't Flop - The Saurus vs 100 Bulletz lyrics

[Round 1: 100 Bulletz] Bamalam got rock bands You get a more Grimey scheme from me Cause this Wretch 32, Wiley rob Matter That scene ugly, Jehst cause he Swayed judges with Flip Trix And deemed funny Nines Rattlin at him Deacon bullets Ghetto Plan B dummy I got a Tempah T, I call a shot so leap dog or your team bloody Lowkey my Ruff Sqwad Roll Deep in The Streets and gets P Money *Repeats scheme* Compared to those rappers, what did you actually do? You call yourself legendary, when it ain't actually true Rest in piece, Biggie, Pac, Jam Master and Proof But im saying Bullets k**ed way bigger rappers than you Tell The Saurus book for cover or get lit up like an e reader Your soul fly, laced over electric lines like some cheap sneakers Your skin crawling with leach feeders or being chopped with a meat cleaver Guard your crown or you kilt/k**ed with a big cap like a beef eater I lost to Bamalam, that's Pulp Fiction bring out the gimp I go Medieval, a bad record player better start skipping like a broken needle Prone to evil, I control the ma**es with my words like the popes cathedral Now you begging for a pound in your mug like British homeless people They know I'm lethal see these clips earlier like a Matinée Saying I got bad bars gets you Two-Cans for acting gay You didn't used to rap this way, your whole approach to rap has changed I taught him how to rhyme and punch at the same time, I'm Ca**ius Clay Wordplay, name flips, don't fake or pretend I say a Shawshank Redemption line, against DNA you say it again Behind bars, you just like Andy Dufresne at the end You gotta walk in someone else's shoes to break out the pen Listen, you gon' lose today, sensei punching ain't a Kumite What got you thinking your a peer? This is how Bulletz choose his prey For even thinking your up here, watch how Bulletz chews his prey Ask anyone in Europe here, if your who Bulletz chooses, pray Before the Grand Prix, you said I would be the next rapper that would make it Each punch fascinated, every win congratulated So i won't diss your dead pops and make your tuck your tail like Patrick Stay did But when i muzzle him in London, that's another vet decapitated [Round 1: The Saurus] That whole introductory scheme I wanna give him credit But truth be told, I didn't get it Now London, Don't Flop, y'all have every ounce of my respect Last time out I let you down, today I'm balancing a debt Remember when you choked and all they talked bout was how you sh** the bed Then I choked and won cause I still had the round of the event Homie, that how life goes and with three round like those Bulletz 'bout to be another body found ice cold His last performance, Sub-Zero, this square down right froze So saying he's a Villun is that something ill buy no/albino Every battles the same old impracticable angle b**h a 100 ain't got nothing on an actual bank role Your wife told me come through to the pad for some brain though Mouth open at the door like the Castle Of Grayskull Yo, that;s how I do it, wait, make a counter move and power through it You, maxed out your altitude and your about to loose it You got the pound then prove it I'll give you 'till the count of two or silence you with muzzle that;s mounted to it This is for every human in the crowd a**uming i came out to ruin This chance you got, so i will now consume him f** a Glock, AK, eagle or sniper from a tower shooting You can't beat me no matter how high the caliber of round your using See your the same every battle, that's the cold blooded truth No growth your new sh** looks like your old footage looped I would invest in him but there's no f**ing use Cause he'll never break through, I've just showed bulletproof He was dead to start, check his heart, severed into separate parts Just a mark, every bar stretched as far as Central Park I'm guessing sparking cess around him isn't ever smart Cause I don't mean my favorite battle of the night when I say I Sensa Ark [Round 2: 100 Bulletz] Ayo yo Peter Morris, for starters, I didn't Riachu any bad bars But i got a Ghastly scheme for your, your Horsea my Charmander Pants come off, thrown across the freaking room I Squirtle over her Jigglypuffs but that ain't something he would do He'd rather Pokémon 'till the Bulbasaur, sack is what Picachu Complex wordplay make your head spin Innuendo that's the team, we riding High Times My crew got Ma** Appeal in the battle scheme You don't like my Vibe, you must me Rolling Stone huffing gasoline Now you XXL issue, when I give The Saurus magazines Bar for bar its getting tragic Pete, you don't wanna scuffle either Somebody gonna get a hurt real bad if Russle Peter These hands is what you call weapons I'ma' end this clown Saw 7, The Beatle have fans crying "Let It Be" when Bulletz takes your life like John Lennon The fat lady singing and the song ending Radio for a medic this ain't Peter day think I'm joking Watch him bust a gut when I show Peter Kays This the first time he hear a lot of talking when he plead the fifth You a ho, period, this p**y gon' be leaking quick We in the UK, I k** him when? How soon is now? The heater spit, he'll panic in the streets of London when Morrissey The Smiths I heard The Saurus got a little kid, well if he having more then one I show up to the hospital, wait 'till the morning come If its a girl, put the mac down my beef with The Saurus done You having a boy, its the Return Of The Mack when I Mark Morrison You had a hundred battles but ain't no puncher really hit him yet Its ironic, you oughta know when I land this Morrissette Bulletz demanding more respect, or the mac bringing Peter sorrow When i take the M11 North and drive by Peterborough And Uno banged your ex, shot between her eyes like an elite sniper She known to spit in rap circles but ain't ever seen a cipher You feel in love with a groupie s*ut, even felt the need to wife her She heard him spit a few tongue twisters, then let Peter Piper Her names Amy Jade, lives in Melbourne Left you cause you're gross and fat and was 16 the first time you hit it All I know is that [Round 2: The Saurus] Speaking of having more kids, I heard your girls pregnant to Cause I put a seed in her stomach but you know that b**h is shady cause she don't wanna keep it 100 Now every face line that you says quite wack Homie, I'd rather have Daylyt's tat than a face like that And dropping local references, for you, that isn't a rarity But he always starts off great and finishes terribly Now i play poker and I rap I turned that to my cash roll So to get ready for a battle I gamble my a** off But I learnt some sh** last trip, I have to give Bamalam mad props Cause he showed me how to fold Bulletz after a bad flop Now many say I'm the biggest heavy weight of all time You spend everyday studying MMA online That's the perfect sk**s set for how bad this guy gets ma**acred Cause I'ma leave him half alive so he can an*lyse it afterwards Oh you haven't heard? Making d**h threats against me will get you convinced I'm the next Ted Kaczynski I never miss a fight just dead him with the right now his head is reminiscent of a demolition site Even if i let him win tonight, he's still falling flat 100 Bulletz is a comic how much carnage can we spawn from that Lets start from scratch, leave Mister Gone, every bars the Maxx X-Men then show him a real image he can Marvel at [Round 3: 100 Bulletz] I can't lie its hella hot in here and your right, I ain't in the best shape I'm 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, here's 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 that's some awful luck Pocket nines and I'm betting you Phil Ivey tryna call my bluff I got, three, four, fives to ace n***as that's one way to get it straight Wait, 3, 4, 5, 2, Ace, n***as that's one way to get a straight These punches gon lean you, I got your prescription, I'm 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 don't 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 I'm hauling 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 [Round 3: The Saurus] I'm 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 I'ma get this broad casted on life he'd step When I press release nine shots when I squeeze back An bullet ten fore me, he'll get that head line recapped Its hundred bars like that in every performance dealt By the end of the first four, everyone's bored as hell I'm 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 don't 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, Horrorcore 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