Total Slaughter - Dizaster vs Math Hoffa lyrics

[Round 1: Dizaster] Yo, your face is bushy like an Asian p**y Why you always giving me that mean face? You're a sweetheart I probably make him run through Brooklyn and get me a protein shake The same way Puffy made E Ness run and get him a cheesecake Stop acting like you got gangster a** teammates Your record is clean, you got a clean slate Like the before and after picture on the average dinner on Big T's plate You used to be ma**ive, you was a beef cake, smoking crack and you freebase I grab the back of your leg and leave it shattered in three places So you walk around with a f**ing staff and a knee brace I push your wig back further than the average Smack battle release date Yeah, these are deadly waters, it ain't a place for Math to feel safe Come flapping like a seal, get your hands and your feet Aye, battling me is worse than swimming without a raft to a lake placid three lake Yeah, dose me, I dare you to take a jab at me You take a jab and I'll duck it faster than you did the first time I asked you to come to Los Angeles and battle me Yeah, he's small, I'm small so naturally, I'm fast and speedy I wait for the attack I'll dance and leave and come back with a knuckle sandwich attached to a leg transaction fee He don't even have the brain capacity I'll run up on his a** with a Sonya blade, fatality Finish him, turn him into a straight Babality Then take the little baby and mutilate it's cavity quicker than Casey Anthony Last night he was tryna be the King of Spades at the table You ain't no f**ing King You're like Freddie Mercury, you're a Queen with Aids He's all depressed cause his little homie Cortez had to leave the stage But look on the bright side At least now we have a f**ing Mexican cleaning maid You're seventy percent water with thirty percent lemonade which makes sense You put us on short time limits, you can't go unlimited You can't concentrate, your sh** is Minute Maid [Round 1: Math Hoffa] Yo, I can't ignore the sure fact before rap you was Borat Before rap I was out in the streets letting that four clap Y'all know I got bars but the jaw tap, we saw that Knockouts, but look around Diz, your comp is all black And since you're trying to fit in with us I'll give you more naps Why you rap like Eminem on h**ne Cuse when that sh** settling we're like ''damn he ain't said a thing'' My talk show, I'll rock you for sport like a letterman You famous off the head, but a b**h like Evelyn My ocho full of cop k**ers so it's irrelevant If he invests I still hang him up, call that a Merril Lynch Now my man said don't play, Hoffa don't be nice This battle sh** straight disrespect, it's only right [chokes] The second rounds on me My only vice is I get shady and drop n***as like Obie Trice Diz you creepin', you sleepin', my homies trife They wake 'em up with a text like a nosy wife You try to go against the grain like you don't eat rice You find your body sideways like an emoji, typed I catch this arab on the road, I pull him out the jag Chop his calf with a machete 'till it drop in half Flip him over like ''is you ready?'', then I pop the mag The things a black man gotta do just to stop a cab