King of the Dot - The Saurus vs The Deadman lyrics

[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