The Saurus vs. Madness

Lyrics

[Verse 1: The Saurus] There ain't a chance of you advancing through I came to battle, true, but that ain't the only reason there's a camera crew See me and Lush just got a call from the Orlando Zoo And they said they lost an elephant who looks just like a Spanish dude Yo can someone get me a translator? 'Cause if I'm paying for this man's labor I just wanna trust him as my landscaper This guy wants no piece of me How the fuck you gonna win a battle? Every day you lose the fight with obesity I literally run this scene And I ain't never watched as pitiful a fucking team as Critical and Butterbean Fools thought that you were wack, then they saw the proof in fact After watching you collapse, when you lost to Juce and Wapps? Then for some reason you fled out from the east to the west Bitch you weren't even the best in the weak scene that you left This faggot rides dick I don't know why they didn't advertise this As me versus Family Guy's Chris Either way, I hope you're satisfied with The fact that Cali's mine, so have a nice trip back to the state of Miami Vice bitch [Verse 1: Madness] Yo, shout out Wapps and Juce Ayo, I destroyed you in FL, 'cause I had to bring it home first And now I'm gonna throw dirt and bury you in ya' own turf Man you a murder victim Whose smile resembles Bourbon chicken And your tracks lack the basic principles of rap: putting words to rhythm What's up Ray Liotta? What happened, you get dragged by a baby stroller and dunked in the acid of 80 sodas? As a kid, he was the only one allowed to play with cobras And if his cheeks could speak, they'd scream 'please shave me slower' Ouch, I'm surprised you even know what a beat is Man ya' song's would be the shit, if you could somehow make 'em speechless You see bitch, I'm you, the better version Yo I slapped him and the oil that came off of his face was extra virgin Your status in battling here is not yet determined 'Cause there's not a spot for a mouth where grown men eject their sperm in Pete, battle rap is ya' life Which means, The Saurus will cease to exist after tonight [Verse 2: The Saurus] I'll come back and make it an even score You look like a freaking Puerto Rican boar If he was born premature Yo has this ever been seen before? The world's first person who can use his cheeks to store a feast for four Eat some more, it's worth a try You deserve to die But first decide if it's me or overdose of curly fries you're getting murdered by My verse is fire, I'm certified to leave you burned alive The only concern of mine is finding an urn your size So quit rapping and find a job Or I'm gonna hire a firing squad to take target practice on Silent Bob Yeah, I'm Greek, some kinda god I'd go Zeus, and strike your ass with a lightning rod But you'd probably like it dog You're a fucking disgrace You suck dick just for the taste You fantasize about having a husband named Jake who bakes you dumplings and cake And just in the way his stomach inflates The only assumption we'll make, is that Cinderella's pumpkin escaped You should get punched in the face [Verse 2: Madness] First round he called out Crit, next he gon' try to diss our joints When all I could really say is hey, at least we got fans to disappoint When you were born, Trojan broke world records selling rubbers And I fucking loved you in The Goonies as the older Fratelli brother I guess that makes me Captain Chunk, smashing punks Here's you: 'all I know is that, ho ho ho', laugh it up You go to clubs with dudes and try to back it up And swallow more balls than pool tables, rack 'em up His stare could make mirrors break and cameras shake You got a dirty mechanic's face but can't fix a pair of brakes You look like you let yourself marinate, in Nair and mace And the end result, was your flesh is the texture of carrot cake They used his pic, to design the mutant from Basket Case Beat it, go do your music that's uninteresting and weird to make Listen, I give him props though, 'cause he ain't even scared of rape He's the type to encourage it, in prison stripping near the weights [Verse 3: The Saurus] I don't go to prison You're so fat you break a sweat breathing You're the dude from the movie Seven Kevin Spacey kept feeding I'm fresh with the wordplay, there's no question that you're fake So, I am supposed to battle or wrestle with Earthquake? My raps slicing your throat You couldn't immigrate in the States without capsizing the boat So what I'm asking y'all is how A cat with as fat a bod as Santa Claus, swam across the Panama Canal You look like you opened up a catalog for style And found the starter kit for how to camouflage a cow I'm second-best to none Either someone failed at resurrecting Pun, or he's got a less successful son I'm 'bout to make this loser fail You can't even be weighed on human scales 'cause you're the shape of an endangered Cuban whale I'll exposed this faggot hater and his phony Latin flavor This is the home of Mac Dre bitch, not the home of macarena [Verse 3: Madness] Ayo you kinda nice but your grill needs a tailor And everybody meet The Saurus, the Greek goddess of failure You're fat and nerdish, and all of your tracks are worthless To the rest of the world you're just that jerkoff, that over-pronounces his R's in the battle circuit This cat be battling nice, I'm fucking smashing him right Listen, this cat ain't fucking hearing Madness tonight Fuck that, seeing you in person, was enough proof that you getting fat 'Cause all of your friends only exist, on a box with nutrition facts Yo fuck that you could never rip a track I took his little internet crown, this is his best attempt to get it back Illmac's your better half, I ain't mean to hurt your pride But how does it feel to live in the shadow of a person one-third your size? You fucking geek bitch, I'll never lose to this weak kid Sonny, I'm a G, you, just a gee whiz I still got time on the clock Rhyming a lot, fuck that Keep laughing yo, fire the Glock Fuck- [Verse 4: Madness] This nerd went to Vegas, and lost all of his bragging rights When he tried to play a game of craps using his Dungeons & Dragons dice Harvey, you so two-faced I gotta call you faggot twice With a smile, only your mother could love, in the afterlife You don't battle nice, that's just more lies And you might recognize him from the Proactiv commercials, as the 'Before' guy But you lost to me, and Iron outside of Spin the Mic Well Mister Super Saurus, it's looking like good rappers are your kryptonite And I don't lose to women, especially you He's the Toxic Avenger, minus the mop and shredded up suit And if you're the best in your group I'm not proclaiming that all cancer in children is caused when you step in the booth You are Count Chocula, if he ate all the cereal he appeared on Yo just please lay down, so me and the homies can play a round of beer pong Gimme a hammer bro and let's play whack-a-mole Yo, if you look close enough, you see Elmer Fudd looking for wabbit holes [Verse 4: The Saurus] Oh, you and Iron are my kryptonite? Nah when I rip the mic, I out-freestyle so my kryptonite is only the over-written hype You're the one who's the bitch tonight So listen right We didn't even need overtime to see The Saurus lose to Madness That wasn't gonna happen, he was gonna forfeit due to fatness Does it have to go further? This is an act of cold murder Me against a dude built like (White) Rapper Show's Persia So if you step to me your jaw is getting broken Check it y'all, a walrus left the ocean and got stomped to death in Oakland Yo I came to this battle with plans of killing Madness Not some man who really practice being Andy Milonakis What the fuck is that?