Dirtbag Dan vs The Coroner

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[Round 1: Dirtbag Dan] The Coroner? The Coroner The Coroner That's the stupidest fucking name you could possibly have Who's gonna examine you when your body's on the slab? Fake-ass, man-kissing, CSI Grisham get the fuck out my kitchen 'Fore I face kick your ass in the teeth homie I'm a beast What the fuck is this, the Coroner? Is this WWE? Well I'mma pallbearer your ass with the Undertaker on live TV, homie Grind Time Why don't we do this for real, UFC? Your chin, my right knee, that's a match like eHarmony On 29 different dimensions I'm tighter Witness fire versus someone who should probably retire- tomorrow You lanky bitch, look at them baby wrists I could probably go twice around them just like this Seriously- [Round 1: The Coroner] I mean, Dirtbag Dan I guess I owe you Straight to the trash can, like your deposit is supposed to 'Cause you's a dirtbag You know, something nasty Kinda like somebody's grandma's nasty rag You know what I'm talking about? I see you, Scruff McGruff, without your trench coat I see you tough: you spit a couple of lines on me But I'm The Coroner And when your ass is dead, I'm the one on you You feel it? This is all real, I'm from the motherfucking 'ville Right out here, not the hills Know what I'm talking about? I done got my stripes And I'll spit a couple verses that you won't like Like Dirtbag Dan? What the fuck is that, man? I don't give a damn Are you from the trash can? I don't even really know what's going on here A fucking dirtbag man with a beard And then, not a beard? You should have that in your head, it looks like You should be out in the hills chopping a tree and riding a bike Something is wrong with you Dirtbag Dan, do you fucking work at a zoo? [Round 2: Dirtbag Dan] Since he didn't say shit, I guess we'll go back to the lanky wrist I'mma come up with a new name for the Coroner: MC Baby Dick Don't you smile at me you punk motherfucker Before you came in here you looked like you bit on a whole motherfucking stick of butter Please, rubbed your teeth with mac n' cheese Back and forth, Dirtbag Dan's the source From the hills? Bitch don't play I'm from the heart of the Zae Where we smoke weed everyday Yeah look at me, I'm looking grimy And in the hills you might find me Cooking crank but don't remind me- or the cops though On some real shit, out on Morgan Hill shit I kill toys Rock bars, sell crank at Gilroy I don't know Salinas Hands down, knees to the ground, lick the penis Dirtbag Dan: Daniel Alejandro Martinez Looks can be deceiving, but seeing is believing Take off the glasses and get a fucking face full of semen [Round 2: The Coroner] Damn, you hella funny man You know what I'm saying? You can entertain like a fucking freak show dummy You know what I'm talking about? Your shit is like amazing You know what I'm talking abou- But then again, you still a disgrace then Dirtbag Dan, remember that, that's your name That's what you claim Are you speaking in vain? I'm tryna figure it out here Don't you know man? Are you gay? Do you be pumping rear? You don't hear me, I drink Everclear I usually keep my rhymes serious but I'm here Where everybody likes to crack jokes and it's fun I'm just doing this so I don't have to rob with a gun My freestyles I don't really do that all the time I like to write lines and practice on mines And at the same time You probably make dimes From your grandpa, grandma All of the time So you drop dimes And you probably snitch And nowadays, man, people like you act like a bitch You feel what I'm saying? And I'm from the streets And I fuck with motherfucking Gs that packs heat And this shit is real [Round 3: Dirtbag Dan] Ah shit What exactly did I just hear? I'm a necrophiliac: fucking you and your career You feeling Johnny Ringo? I'mma be your Huckleberry then Force the competition in submission, then I bury them Coroner, appropriate right? I'm on hit Dirtbag Dan been drinking all day, on shit Mad hog Okwerdz, go to the store and get that motherfucking Mad Dog I feel like drinking gully today I'm a lover not a fighter But my homies is riders in the Zae Please believe it He's a genius Used to look like Jesus but I trimmed up That's so I can go out and get my dick sucked You know who the fuck I am, right? I did two shows last night What the fuck did you do with your life? You head out to the Castro and get some pipe? They all told me he's the most successful transvestite On the block that night homie That's some real shit [Round 3: The Coroner] Ay you know, you got bars But then again, it's not over, mister star I see you still got another line So I'mma sit up here and I'mma recite mines You know this is something like spoken word But I know the truth about you, you truly a nerd And you know what's really going on? [?] the bar, and the studio That's the place you roam You know what I'm talking 'bout? The studio, the streets, and all these fake-ass clones, that's what I own You feel what I'm talking about? I made this game I can think way back in '98 when I claimed The shit that I used to do I used to kick it with Money-B, and Tupac, before you ever knew You know what I'm talking about? I got roots in this shit And nobody can ever treat me like I'm a bitch You know what I'm saying? Because I'm The Coroner Remember, wait for my album I'm not in this game to make me a thousand I'm in this game to spit what's real To tell you about what's 'bout to go on The game 'bout to be spilled