The Saurus vs Dizaster

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[Round 1: Dizaster] Yo, yo most people like to say The Saurus is undefeated Until he came to battle with a black shirt with a little orange underneath it Yo check it out, yo check it out When I first heard you I'm like, "What's all the fuss about?" Yo congratulations dawg you managed to name yourself after the one book that no one gives a fuck about Yo look y'all we have a The Saurus in the house But I can't think of one person I know that has a thesaurus in their house Ayo check it, check it, check it out Aye man...ayo, ayo fuck the bullshit Stop laughing before I smack you up Ayo fucking...man I'm blanking out Fuck the bullshit, yo you're like shit cause you're full of shit Ayo fucking...ayo, ayo, check it out Man what the fuck is wrong with me? Ayo I'm blanking out but I'ma bring it back, swinging back bitch I'ma fuck around and hit the track Yo, yo, yo so faggot go back to your monarch Protestant provinces Your Greek homosexual parliment A group of people who think they can portray the image of God as a monument Yo I don't even know how this guy's so cocky and confident He flew out from the west coast and got demolished by Solomon and came back home like he got an accomplishment And you're still on his dick You look like a republican post-modern, the sloppiest cock swallowing novelist Whose hobby is gargling piss You swallow so much dick your dentist also has a degree as a gynecologist [Round 1: The Saurus] Hey everybody give it up for the last four bars of that verse When I bust a verse it's over I'ma fucking serve this poser Who came all the way from SoCal for some undeserved exposure Bitch, I got Scribble twice, Freestyle Olympics twice And I don't need another ring You've got The Pit, and only The Pit, and that don't mean a fucking thing See I'm a legendary great, you were never very great But looking back through history that's a hereditary trait So tell this faggot ass rhymer, get the fuck outta my battle rap cipher And go hitchhike a plane or become a taxi cab driver [Dizaster] Oooh. That's some racial shit. That's some racial shit [The Saurus] Alright I don't think that we properly prepared for this occassion Cause we might be on the verge of a full terrorist invasion See there could be homicide when this Islamic guy's performing But not from violence, just cause y'all will wanna die of boredom Yo, you don't have the heart to be dope If you didn't live at home with Dad and Mommy, you'd be starving and broke Regarding the flow, this faggot's hardly a pro But I'm just wondering where Aladdin parked the magic carpet he drove [Round 2: Dizaster] Yo, yo I slipped up but right now I'm about to embarrass you more Ayo it looks like this broke down Spartan ain't prepared for a war Someone tell me what the fuck Harrison Ford is calling me a "terrorist" for Ayo, ayo, check it out, check it out you dumb bitch Hip hop was never about foreigners, immigrant citizens It's about who spits it the wickedest And quite sick-frankly I'm sick of this All I Know Is That you have the biggest tits And your face looks like it's been picked with vigorous instruments And the amount of holes in your face represent every MC you ever went against Ayo, I don't wanna listen to the lead singer of Incubus Especially when he looks like a vicious carnivorous dick eating Icarus Ayo dawg check it out, yo and Greeks voted no on Prop 8 cause they get along with gays Ayo his face looks like it's been periodically bombed with subatomic rays Ayo to fix this shit you need a family doctor or hospital that pays Cause honestly I'm amazed how I can rap when your tonsils are fucking blazed Sounds like you got hit in the vocal box with supersonic waves After you swallowed a whole box of Popsicles and blades Ayo check it out, I should join the congress and have a doctrine waged To put all you dick gobblers in a cage I hope that you know that your great grandfather is probably the one responsible for AIDS Cause Greece is the only place on Earth where you can catch gonorrhea from a goddess that you praise [Round 2: The Saurus] I'm sick of all the tough talk, acting like he could out gangster me So for these three rounds, bitch I'ma beat you down basically Get with the program I learned from his last session with NoCan' Nothing happens when you mess with the Zohan You bring this tough guy talk like you're twice as hard and down But the roof you're sleeping under is in the nicest part of town You ain't flipping doe or pimping hoes on spinners rolling blocks Real disasters ruin families: you still live at home with pops! So you're gonna die tonight cause you spent your entire life as a martyr You'd have a better fucking chance if Syanide was your partner Yo, ever since you left from your desert turf, you've been destined for getting work Not as a rapper but as the freshest 7-11 clerk I'm a rapper in better form Shit I wish that Dizaster was never born So let's all partake in a reenactment of Desert Storm [Round 3: Dizaster] Ayo, c'mon The Saurus you're gonna die dawg What you thought you was gonna reign forever? With your fake ass gods who thought they could shoot lightening rods and change the weather? But instead all we saw was two faggots on a hammock eating grapes together Ayo you try to diss me and say I have Persian fam' Hell yeah I wear a turban man, I'm from an urban land You can pass for a Neo-Nazi German fan That serves the Klan or a Kurdish man from Turkishstan Ayo I think I just burned this man And I think that someone needs to call up Slim and tell him I murdered Stan Ayo, and if I was Eminem this is what I would say "Ayo The Saurus your rhymes are gay You claiming The Bay but Monterey is 80 miles away." Try to diss me about being being an Al-Qaeda member You're just about as gangster as Dexter in leather suspenders Next time you come up here I need a better contender Oh I forgot, it's The Saurus there is no better contender Ayo what you mean bourbon chicken his face never been tender He looks like Shredder escaped from a medical center after having his head in a blender Or simply left his flesh connected to a metal dispenser Wonder why the truth never will register? Instead of going to school to become a professor lecturer He fucking took sex ed for seven semesters and developed into a sexual predator [Round 3: The Saurus] Wow, you squeezed A LOT in there! (*laughs*) Don't get too close, Toni Kukoc! I'm destroying this wack cat Disasters are supposed to be feared, this one gets pointed and laughed at And something everybody from here should know for starters: My career is going farther than Amir The Cobra Charmer's! We understand you're faking, you're from a land that's vagrant Where fucking camel racing is known as public transportation Damn, I think this can be my quickest serving Cause it's been determined that I'm battling the Prince Of Persia with a missing turban Oh God I want to put a fucking end to you now Cause it's obvious I'm better with style So this is exactly what you get for rolling up on me But hey, good luck with your new reality show: Growing Up Ghandi [Round 4 (Overtime): Dizaster] Instead of saying shit to Madness like the only thing people know you for Is WRC's is choking more You need to take that timeout and go into the mirror and focus on The Saurus more Go the fuck back to Greece and service your homo lord And while you're over there ask 'em why they gave you such fucked up vocal cords See what happened was The Saurus was a soldier in the Trojan War Got pushed overboard, and came to America from Greece with a broken sword Yo dawg, instead of battling me you need to do something about your open pores I mean open sores Cause you love to refer to them as gorgeous pores cause they supply you with camouflage when you're on the ocean floor To go unnoticed from the sharks when they're close to shore Ho, ho, ho I guess that's what people know you for Yo man aim at me and squeeze Man, fucking- you ain't never been on a turf with bangers Your fan base consists of nothing but herbs and fakers Surfers/skaters, internet nerds and ravers Ayo you're from the burbs you faker And the truth about Greek gods being homos will surface later See you're a perpetrator You're the world's worst debator Life is about serving a purpose greater than being a perverted Pee-Wee Herman impersonator You have a face that's been cursed with crators Looking like a half burnt Terminator trying to make his return as an urban skater [Round 4 (Overtime): The Saurus] Face jokes, whoa! Never heard those before Ha ha, would I ever call your verse dope? For sure If you think you're going home with a win today then this faggot's dreaming Cause we should just call this overtime from Operation Iraqi Beating This cat ain't even top five in his geographic region His rap career is non existent like the Nina that he's squeezing I'm not believing that The reason that you're posing gutter but it's bogus fucker This is what would happen if The Jonas Brothers boned eachother You ain't fucking rapping hot It's been at least a fucking year since Dizaster's rocked So at best this is an aftershock Yo I'm about to ruin this stupid fucking faker too You know the lyrics to my songs, shit I can't do the same for you You're the wackest type, you have to die I'll make this fag a sacrifice But sorry only dudes are waiting for in the afterlife Yeah you're the faggot type, you can try to brush it off But you're still nothing dawg, you're fucking soft as butterscotch So I'ma fucking blaze you down like the San Fernando wildfires And put this Al-Qaeda style biter in a piledriver