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letra de the saurus vs. madness - grind time now

[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 f-ck 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 f-cking team as critical and b-tterbean
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
b-tch you weren’t even the best in the weak scene that you left
this f-ggot rides d-ck
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 b-tch

[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 sh-t, if you could somehow make ‘em speechless
you see b-tch, 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 f-cking disgrace
you suck d-ck 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 f-cking 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 b-lls 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 sp-cey 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 c-n-l
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 f-ggot hater and his phony latin flavor
this is the home of mac dre b-tch, 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-pr-nounces his r’s in the battle circuit
this cat be battling nice, i’m f-cking smashing him right
listen, this cat ain’t f-cking hearing madness tonight
f-ck 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 f-ck 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 f-cking geek b-tch, 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, f-ck that
keep laughing yo, fire the glock
f-ck-
[verse 4: madness]
this nerd went to vegas, and lost all of his bragging rights
when he tried to play a game of cr-ps using his dungeons & dragons dice
harvey, you so two-faced i gotta call you f-ggot 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 b-tch 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 k!lling madness
not some man who really practice being andy milonakis
what the f-ck is that?

- grind time now

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