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letra de dizaster vs. t-rex - urltv

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[round 1: t-rex]
grown man bars, somethin’ he gotta deal with
no matter how many of these fabricated lines he ’bout to say
it ain’t gon’ equal up to this real sh-t
a lot of n-ggas got respect for dizaster, i feel “f-ck you!”
now play any of that tough guy sh-t
it’s in my contract to chill, but dan barz is gon’ touch you
you use your height to tower over smaller opponents
you could do that to me, yeah, that’s cool
but just tell me how does it feel to look down at a n-gga that you look up to?
you see them punchlines and facial expressions? i started that
’02, ’03 that was me, where y’all was at?
when smack was buildin’ his brand, i was the biggest part of that
he brought you here to die, you gon’ finish where it started at
you see me and my n-ggas don’t play right
we’ll k!ll him and his broad in broad daylight
with the mask on, you won’t know if it’s t-rex or daylyt
i think i said that wrong, i said it wrong
me and my n-ggas don’t play right
we’ll k!ll him and his broad in broad daylight
and make ’em strip naked on stage: daylyt!
so when that toaster bang, he’ll be layin’ in an open grave
or his respirator will be lookin’ like pro tools before the vocals laid
f-ck them bullsh-t blogs!
ask anybody in new york city about my brother pop sh-t
them n-ggas they say be -ss slappin’ be gat clappin’
whole bunch of guns in his bag, he call it back packin’
this n-gga will swing on me? …soon as that happen
he’ll catch bullets with his t–th: last dragon
this man bad or d-mn fast i slow him up
he stunt, i’m like a ho on the side the way i broke him up
the 9 meter like tight sneakers, i’ll choke him up
that can fly, soon as i land mine he blowin’ up
i grip the bo-retta, it’ll rip his whole head off
that .44’s as long as a chilla jones setup
my n-ggas don’t let up so his crib gettin’ wet up
we put silencers on guns for the n-ggas that won’t shut up
grown man bars, i speak reality rap
’cause it ain’t a place in this world it ain’t reality at
so f-ck right now, i’ma wait to get him after he rap
just know that he gon get these bucks anyway, it’s like a salary cap
i said that wrong, i mean for real i speak reality rap
’cause it ain’t a place in this world it ain’t reality at
so if he run i’ll hit him in the back with the mac
or play dr. suess and i’ll shoot that cat in the hat
he talkin’ fast, i off his -ss, he get coffined, bagged
body parts in different jars and his organs tagged
n-ggas die from a leg shot when that .40 blast
the way them bullets travel you’ll think they got a boarding p-ss
i promise i’ll have all these n-ggas here dead with you
street rules, wheelchair you, i can’t stand you
so keep them cans near you
this is food for thought, you better break fast once that arm lit (omelet) or get your eggs scrambled
i’m comin’ to get you, n-gga, it’s just me
i’m on diz street with this heat, yellin’ out “this beef!”
diz creep, i make diz sleep, hit him with this heat
think it’s a cartoon ’til you find a bullet in diz knee (disney)
listen here, that clip appear, he finished, yeah
this url, he’s tresp-ssin’, he got no business here
this p-ssy is made to get wet just like swimming gear
i wait ’til diz appear, c-ck it and make him disappear
i mean n0body wanna hear about this and that
’cause i’ll aim this at that, and a coffin you’ll put diz in that
n-gga, these is grown man bars, no gimmick raps
you’ll never win this match
you come here with that dennis the menace act
my job is gettin’ work from papi, y’all
sellin’ grams to whoever as long as it ain’t no cops involved
so, me ever bein’ a nurse? knock it off!
but honestly i wish i was ’cause it’d be easier for me to get the prescription so i can knock them percs and them oxy’s off
ask about me, i used to move that raw
you know dwyane wayne’s sister
you sniff her, you in a different world
and i never sat on no work, i used to move it all
yo, dan, i’m the man, i even sold polly grams – true or false?
what you think? these n-ggas think i’m not a proud father?
like i wouldn’t love to have a source of income
it’s just the fact that the grams is 40
i got it for 38 so all the hustlers is tryin’ to get some
every day i wake up and say “a job, i’m gon’ get one.”
’cause i learned you gotta think outside the box
when you tryin’ to put a n-gga in one!
k!ll that sh-t you talkin’ in your rap
that only have you layin’ in that coffin on your back
with the forensics examinin’ a portion of his hat
’cause that hammer that i clap is like the president
it’s a .44 and it’s black
speakin’ of obama, he probably got mad
when he was reelected and threw a punch
couldn’t handle it the next day at work
and was throwin’ up his lunch
well, bin laden was the last arab n-gga that played tough
and he got k!lled by the u.s. and u.s. is gettin’ k!lled by us
n0body don’t wanna hear about that sh-t you dudes do
all that gangsta sh-t you be talkin’ about on the youtube
you’ll wake up in the doc with a machine goin’ “oop! oop!”
with your head wrapped
since you arab, that’s somethin’ that you used to!
just ’cause this n-gga language sound like -spit-
that don’t mean spit
that mag’ll break him in half like when the screen’s split
mask and a knife like it’s a scene out a scream fl1ck
with blood all over the place like it’s a […] print
your crew ain’t nothin’ like your k!ller guys
to be real, diz, you wouldn’t be a star in jack thriller eyes
see i’m leavin’ with this n-gga dead
it’s only round one, but— (this n-gga dead!)

[round 1: dizaster]
they brought the best out from the west out
and y’all better be glad that i’m happy today
’cause y’all don’t wanna see that terrorist get let out
’cause if i snap on this stage and i decide to start airin’ tec’s outs
y’all will be like marge simpson
’cause faces turn yellow, tops get blue (blew)
then everybody in here (hair) gets stretched out
they told me to go over on smack
good, just be true to who you just are
don’t go over there with some multi’s that are sub-par
and that’s exactly why i showed up here with nothin’ but gun bars
i showed up to ny to cause nothin’ but a show riot
brand new glock in a box
i’m like a manager at sea world, if that’s seal’s broken i won’t buy it
bottle of water on stage, i’ll set the four by it
suppressor on the nose so when it explode it’s so quiet
have you ever seen a 500 from close range?
guaranteed you won’t try it
that’ll have you losing weight outta nowhere
i call it that norbes diet
first of all, f-ck rex! i came out to smack so i can stack bread
i’m like an animal shelter, i’m makin’ sure all the cats in my staff fed
look, if me and you scr-p, dead
i don’t even need to clap lead
i got these two fists i nicknamed bobby and whitney
’cause when they get together they crack heads
look, rex, second of all, i roll with real gang bangers
rex, there ain’t no denyin’
them k!llers ridin’ with me, they stay on my side
when the .380’s are flyin’, you’ll be like whitney houston
’cause in real life that bodyguard can’t save you from dyin’
but you already died before
o-red already punched your face around like a bobble head
he sent you back to harlem with your head chopped off
missing both your arms and legs
it’s like valentine’s day the way you got put in a box with red
i’m thinking if you here in one piece you a zombie
and this must be an episode of the walking dead
but hey, that’s why i have so much hate for him
’cause he never dies, no matter how much the world see’s the fake in him
it’s like rex is this cat that has nine lives that are savin’ him
but this gon’ be easy here
’cause o-red already done k!lled like eight of ’em
you wanna be a gangsta, then let’s pop your cherry
oh, you think i’m a fruit for sayin’ that?
well, you’ll get your body buried (berry)
i’ll beat this p-ssy up like the bulldog from tom & jerry
let’s get it crackin’, your whole squad is scary
y’all ain’t ready for the type of glocks we carry
i’ll have so many cans at the back of the car
the license plate will read “we just got married!”
so if it’s beef between us, i’m stayin’ two steps ahead of time
soon as i get that phone call
i’m opening up my men in black weapon shrine
that long magazine’s the extended kind
that steel clappin’, two twin beretta 9’s, i’m like phil jackson
before i stop i’ma let it ring at least like eleven times
in front of these rhymers, i’m the livest one
you can never take away from the many things that i have done
so whether i choose to k!ll you with the knife or gun
i fire once, you try to run
then all you hear is sirens, the paramedics and fire fighters come
and put a blanket over your f-cking head like michael’s son
and then they will put a blanket over your head, like michael, son
rex, don’t think ’cause i rapped on grind time
that i ain’t with that drama
i’m a arab, i’ll show up to your crib with that llama
i mean i’m a arab, i’ll show up to your crib with that llama
i’ll k!ll your little–ss sister and your little–ss mama
and before i leave i set up a b00by trap for your b-tch–ss father
that sh-t will look like the third round between aye verb and hitman holla… holla! time, f-ggot!

[round 2: t-rex]
grown man bars, somethin’ he gotta deal with
no matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said
it ain’t gon equal up to this real sh-t
dizaster, “i’ma bring fractures of tear gas ’til he collapse and his wheel crash and he layin’ somewhere dead on his acura air bag!”
face–ss n-gga
you think all of these street n-ggas wanna actually hear that?
h-ll no, so f-ck it let’s get back to this real rap
your mans front, they get blammed up, my camp tough
a n-gga die an ugly death for thinkin’ he handsome
die an ugly death ’cause these bullets he gettin’ hand some
head shot, blockin’ his face, i give his hand some
this real sh-t, i’m not y’all, i be done shot y’all
me, i let it ring in private, i’m like a blocked call
me, i let it ring in private soon as my block call
he’ll be the one that get picked soon as that block call
dot mob, my gang a problem
i’ll rather be in the can like alpo than be labeled like him
dizaster, i k!ll everybody that hang around ’em
i’m ready to shoot a cab driver every time i think about ’em
he gon’ snitch on who? i’m sprayin’ heat
you’ll find a n-gga hand in the mail before he finger me
i don’t play fair, i’m at the daycare, take his niece
once he wanna bang with me, f-ck burgers, it’s angus beef
that lead will clap, his head will crack, i bet him that
his heart will work, he’ll be a veggie like a lettuce wrap
it’s on sight wherever i catch him at
he in that coffin so relaxed
’cause his feet is up and his head is back
y’all know my lil’ brother, i done brought up shine since a pup
that just proves to y’all that i knew how to raise the k since i was young
we got gats on our waist, razors on our tongues
tell me what you’d do if you was raised up in the slums
act crazy if you want, you’ll be bleedin’ like a baby in your gut
when a slug from a .380 is in your lungs, chump
no joke, that fo’ smoke like cigarettes
light it all day, i don’t ever give that sig a rest
slugs ilke heart surgery, it’ll split his chest
this summer i make all them (autumn) fall, my gun’s winter fresh
ruger c-cked, move a notch, you’ll be shot
barrel on that .44 smokin’ like a hookah spot
ill with that steel, i could show y’all how to use the glock
my shooters is like dashiki: they don’t know who to pop
i’m bein’ real, i can’t stand y’all
we could start hittin’ back and forth like handball
bullets goin’ inside this p-ssy like a tampon
he f-ckin’ with a dot mob gorilla city landlord
i promise if i’m near (nair) everything that i hear (hair) gone
he one of them n-ggas that act real when he drunk
and then wake up layin’ on the spare wheel in the trunk
or he’ll be bleedin’ because there’s some steel in his guts
when i get scared i spray ’til a n-gga stink, i live like a skunk
i’m ’bout my bread, shotty comin’ out the leg
i could wet him from all angles like a shower head
sister, cousin, mama dead
they’ll be takin’ him out a hole
to put him back in a hole on some osama sh-t
my dot mob n-ggas looked at me and said, “come on, rex
you one of the legends that never retired
they should be treatin’ you like a god, rex.”
i promise, one of these n-ggas play we gon’ leave ’em all stretched
i bet you they gon’ feel your wrath (giraffe) without the long neck
i’m tellin’ you, dog, when hammers get drawn
he’ll be sprayed everywhere like a tanning salon
with that fifth i get an -ssist when i’m handin’ it off
’cause he’ll get a shot in the head when these hammers come off
this n-gga dizaster really feel like he tough, right?
n-ggas like him ain’t never ever lived that tough life
you see, i’m goin’ with this n-gga head
y’all already know my slogan… (this n-gga dead!)
but i ain’t sayin’ it in that way, i mean that diz n-gga’s dead
whenever i tell them n-ggas that the dissed n-gga’s dead
f-ck it, we on our grind, he want it? all we know is crime
vest on, .38 special and the whole 9
i’ma empty the .38 special, then the whole 9
caught him from two ways, entry wounds both sides
me, i usually keep the clip on, i’m like a bow tie
anybody f-ck with that dust, i got that work, 5
i party on top of that water, i’m like a boat ride
see, i’m leavin’ with this n-gga head
i mean it this time… (this n-gga dead!)

[round 2: dizaster]
this kid frickin’ sucks!
with his homies on the side always screaming “zip em up!”
you’re right, you are mad at taxi drivers
’cause every time he try to hail one at times square
my uncle never stops to pick you up
and even though i am the cab driver he still couldn’t see me comin’
i’m comin’ up the block, oh he gonna see me gunnin’
which makes sense, i’m a taxi driver
’cause i have this nina you been dyin’ to meet
and you gon’ meet her (meter) runnin’
so don’t try to front on n0body
rex, don’t try to front on n0body
like you really buck with the shotty
you fat boy, clumsy and sloppy, you pudgy and floppy
rex, you so chubby that your stomach look like you got buffie the body’s b-tt stuck to the f-cking front of your body
all you do is talk and babble
look, i hate to say this, rex — pause — but you remind me of -n-l s-x — pause — you ain’t nothin’ but a c-cky -ssh0l-
you talk a lot of talk, but you ain’t ready for squabblin’ rambo
these fist are somethin’ that your arms can’t handle
i’ll break your jaw, i’ll knock off enamel
so you better bring them sig’s with you
’cause that’s the only way you’re gonna box this camel
you not a dinosaur, you march with cattle
i watched the discovery
you the softest mammal that’s on the channel
a randy often known for livin’ in its partners shadow
i’ll body you, i don’t even have to pull out my biggest box of ammo, ’cause you friends with nuborn in real life
that already means that you lost this battle
rex, we all know you a p-ssy
why you always acting so d-mn hard?
how you gon’ show anybody grown man bars
when you look like a fat woman, a little black roseanne barr
how you been to war when you clearly don’t have scars?
plus you a t-rex, we already know you have short–ss arms
look at life, you ain’t gonna go that far
and if you ever make it to the top of the mountain…
well, that’s ’cause you and mook the new brokeback stars
he put your careers in line where your goals at
had your whole road map like he had you in a lojack car
you said, for mook, in the streets, you would go conan hard
until math pulled both of your f-cking ho–ss cards
left him with a skull cracked and a torn-back scar
and you still didn’t respond back
you like kano’s victim’s from mortal kombat
you just don’t have heart
oh yeah, that sh-t hard…
you said, for mook and shine
this is one of your stupid lines, listen
you said, for mook and shine
you would run up and you’d use the 9
well, when math did that sh-t you ain’t do sh-t
what, you waitin’ for it to happen like two more times?!
that’s how i know that you ain’t cool
that’s how i know that you ain’t true
you always screamin’ you ain’t a p-ssy and you ain’t mook
but if he always ride with you
and he on the side with you, then what does that make you?
see, you ain’t a loyal dude
stop saying loyalty, you ride on your own
stop punching your homies on the side
you probably getting violent and you hurting his bones
leave him alone!
you ain’t about loyalty, you ride on your own
he got like 29 dot mob c-ckroaches
all stuffed up inside of his home
tay roc on the side starving like, “i’m tryin’ to eat, rex
man, toss a brother a dinosaur bone!”
stop screamin’ loyalty over this rap sh-t
you only want the lime light so you can shine on your own
now that i think about it it makes sense for you signin’ with combs
’cause soon as your sh-t go pop in the club
you’ll probably leave shine/shyne on his own
you wanted the spotlight, that’s what the spotlight gets you
carbines and glock 9 pistols
-ssault rifles, large mines and all type missiles
i’ll have it to where it looking like bullets the size of klondike’s hit you, but i ain’t gotta pop you
i’m the type of guy that’ll start a random bar fight with you
act like i’ma spar, then pull out a sharp nice ginsu
you throw a strong right, i dodge it, carve right into
your heart, make a sharp right, twist it
around and break it off right in you
your mans wanna ad-lib, they can all die with you
get hogtied and tossed right into
the back of a small-size hyundai rental
you try to branch out the trunk, i’ll bonsai trim you
that laser beam on the glock is so red when it hit you
i’ll let you see the dot on your forehead like a cross-eyed hindu
listen, rex, you too little to be screamin’ out demands
when i’m squeezin’ out the cans, things get heated out the pan
like an ice cream truck, all you see is arms reachin’ out the van
i’ll fire off once, you’ll be peein’ out your pants
i’m a real hitman, i delete you out my plans
which means i pull a nina out and blam
and you gon hurl/earl everywhere and leave without your hands

[round 3: t-rex]
grown man bars, somethin’ he gotta deal with
no matter how many of them fabricated lines he says again
it ain’t gon’ equal up to this real sh-t
i wanna start this off like shout outs to daylyt
the dot, the loc, my n-gga, the strap
you and him was in a group together
way before any of us even known he could rap
you told him to switch up his style, he rhyme like he on smack
look around you, dumb mothaf-cka, where you think that you at?
that wasn’t real love, what you was showin’ him’s wack
he joined dot mob and now he battle all over the map
call from all types of leagues that been throwin’ him stacks
and you ain’t help your man with nothin’
you was just holdin’ him back
and i helped him do his motherf-ckin’ thang
call and ask him, i never asked him for a motherf-ckin’ thang
and you grew up with him, ain’t that a motherf-ckin’ shame
how a n-gga you think’s your n-gga could motherf-ckin’ change?
and i ain’t do none of that for crowd reaction
that was to f-ck up his life
it’s crazy what he just did to day, i just brought to the light
you see, i’m from that block that let that lead clap
it’s on sight, his b-tch shoulda thought before she said that
i shoot her, i badu her, i get her head wrapped
cocoon her, this cat’ll peel her (caterpillar) mothaf-ckin’ head back
he dead, smack – he run, hit his ankle ’til his legs snap
i’ma make sure he fry, day (friday), where craig at?
if he live he gon’ take a hospital bed nap
or it’s gon’ look like they took his head out of a bear trap
all of these new n-ggas that battle is f-ckin’ weak
ask smack, i’m from that era where we had no preparation
and we battled in the middle of the street
where a fight coulda broke out and you was grippin’ on your heat
and if you said somethin’ personal you’d be pickin’ up your t–th
let me ask y’all somethin’, this sh-t don’t seem kinda odd?
url had to be the biggest battle league by far
every time they throw an event, sh-t usually go fine
but soon as the event is a disaster
is when they had dizaster on the card
what, you thought you was gon’ spit that sh-t and be strong here?
naw queer, you tresp-ssin’, you don’t belong here
when i think about a disaster, i don’t think about a n-gga like that
i think about my brothers comin’ home from jail
and the po’s sendin’ him back
or a baby dyin’ in a flood ’cause a ceiling collapsed
it seems like more of a disaster just hearin’ you rap
what, you thought you was gon’ spit that sh-t and be strong here?
naw queer, you tresp-ssin’, you don’t belong here
when i think about a disaster, i think about a n-gga outside a movie theater, car loaded with guns
droppin’ tear gas, when you come out he start poppin’ sh-t up
or a tragic death you gotta explain to a moms ’bout her son
“instead they just bring a n-gga that just rambling
and screaming at the top of his lungs”
what, you thought you was gon’ spit that sh-t and be strong here?
naw queer, you tresp-ssin’, you don’t belong here
y’all heard of sandy? well, i’m her brother randy, i’m a lil’ badder
i cut n-ggas lights out and leave ’em wet
i bring disasters to dizaster
my life is full of disasters too, i show you what i’m about
like i work at that same petting zoo he went to
and brung them llamas out
soon as he talkin’ when i see him i let ’em fly it out
his block will be just like a tsunami the way i wipe it out
what, y’all thought he was gon’ spit that sh-t and be strong here?
naw queer, you tresp-ssin’, you don’t belong here
n-ggas told me that dizaster was wanna fight, i said let him try
he gon’ be warned by this type of reign (rain) from a weather guy
i’m talkin’ bout nine 11’s or eleven 9’s
n-ggas runnin’ plane/plain in his building and start to let ’em fly
put him in that bronx hospital
he should feel right home at lebanon
what, he thought he was gon’ spit that sh-t and be strong here?
naw queer, you tresp-ssin’, you don’t belong here
when you was gettin’ k!lled by arcane, we saw it all over your face
’cause them dumb freestyles and that paper work
ain’t equal up and you had nothin’ to say
it seemed like you wanted to fight
but it won’t be safe to try it today
that just show us that your career is like a stopped up toilet
you start to overflow when sh-t ain’t goin’ your way
stop and chill, you not that ill, you’ll be shot and k!lled
better boogie, man, before i show him how a monster feel
i’m for real, think i’m a joke, i go upside his grill
i feed him the biscuit first like a red lobster meal
my b-tch bumped into him
she said it was a few questions that diz asked her
i said “if it was anything disrespectful
baby, i swear it’s gon’ be a diz-aster.”
i’m gon’ go get him, then get his kids after
i be sendin’ n-ggas to his crib like a dispatcher
soon as he run, we’ll tie him up, b-tch-slap him
he can’t run ’cause i put cheese on him like a ritz cracker
you know i’m with webb
so he try to violate me, then i’m comin’ with lead
no punchlines or metaphors, i’m comin’ with lead
he can’t hide, i’m like the boogie man, i’m under his bed
get your pistol, i send n-ggas to hit you
this fif’ got length, these n-ggas could die with (width) you
i’m a blast from the past, i’m official
me, i blast then p-ss, get the -ssist too
he violate, i bring some suits to his block
that move in suit to leave his suit in a box
my crew is the dot’s, we never have to go to the car to get them ratchets, we shoot on the spot
i said i’m leavin’ with this n-gga head
deep down inside he already know it… (this n-gga dead!)
easy!

[round 3: dizaster]
yo, mook, why you tellin’ him they need rain coats right now?
why you acting like such a f-ggot dude?
so i’m spittin’ up here, but y’all already know that’s what camels do
ay, but hey, look rex, look rex
you little p-ssy, you talked about the arcane sh-t
y’all remember the arcane sh-t?
i went to king of the dot, they got me for that thang
i was tryin’ to get that necklace back
’cause i was exposin’ a fraudulent arcane
but now that it happened, me and you got somethin’ in common that’s the same, ’cause we both got robbed for our dot chains
it’s “dot chains,” f-ggot!
you supposed to be f-ckin’ confident right now, why you twitchin’
you supposed to be this tall, enormous, all ferocious
carnivorous dinosaur that grew up in the harlem forest
but what you show us against puffy
that you would suck his d-ck for as long cîroc endorses
he gave him that long range top notch performance
p-rn star bl-wj-b before us
the way you gave puffy that long neck
you ain’t a t-rex, you a f-ckin’ brontosaurus!
he ain’t a bad boy, that’s just his f-ckin’ disguise
this mothaf-cka, his heart’s softer than carl thomas
so if he a bad boy, he just one of those guys
black don’t rob people, he just suck puffy nuts for the prize
staring at aye verb up to the balcony up to the sky
it looked like you got mased in the face
’cause you were h-lla lookin’ puffy in the eyes
you be ridin’ his d-ck, ridin’ diddy, he right back at his spot
diddy was like, “yo, try havin’ this shot of this pineapple cîroc!”
and rex was like… “nah, i don’t want that.”
he’s like, “what? i supply that from the c-ck!”
and he was like, “mmm, matter fact, i’d actually like that a lot!”
yo, come on, diddy! f-ck it, y’all gettin’ mad now
i’ma switch it up ’cause i’m on f-ckin’ smack now
i’ma f-ckin’ go crazy ’cause i’m finally on smack now
and if he got a problem with it, rex gon’ get smacked down
this mothaf-cka’s talkin’ about his lil’ homie’s .40 glock
but if i talk about sh-t i own, that’s long metal arms like robocop
when we go to war, that’s like covert ops
i’m loadin’ up like 40 shots
and a fully-automatic m4 with a customized fold in stock
i’m showin’ up to your local spot
and i’m turning it to a m-ssacre at a donut shop
when i get to clappin’ so many new yorker cops
it’ll look like i’m tryin’ to take christopher donors spot
with this knife…
you guys think i would give a f-ck if you booed?
y’all already knew i won’t stutter
why would i feel bad? this crowd is so f-ckin’ crazy
they’d probably boo their own mother
sh-t, but i’ma snap back
you jacked the formula me and dna was doin’
you saw we was on the internet, that’s how we gathered hype ’cause we was gettin’ mad views
we were livin’ an active battle rapping life
it’s f-cking funny how you started to book planes and started to travel flights
all it took was that one round with dna
that’s how you got back your stripes
well, this is like the beginning of jur-ssic park, ’cause all you needed was a little dna to bring that t-rex back to life
your man k-shine hermaphrodite
he be actin’ like he don’t be pullin’ up at the traffic light
hollerin’ at the trannies like eddie murphy
“b-tch, hurry up and hop on the back of this bike!”
and you know that sh-t’s true rappin’, because mook’s laughin’
is that you rappin’? that’s your crew snappin’
oh, i don’t wanna get back at you, dog
’cause you looking at me like some type of b-tch
i heard about that sh-t
you outside of queen of the f-cking ring fighting like a chick
your man got the footage of it online and it exists
he was lifting up his shirt, he was biting him on his t-ts
bite on his neck! bite on his head!
bite on his leg! bite on his…
and i know y’all thinking, because i’m dissing shine now it doesn’t apply to rex, and it’s on that irrelevant rhyming tip
but i only did that to show y’all it don’t matter how many grown man bars or real lines you spit
you only as real as the motherf-ckers that you ridin’ with
they told me watch out for k-shine ’cause he’s a d-ck rider
so i went and looked him up online
and that tranny sh-t popped up, and i was like, “holy cr-p, these guys weren’t joking, he’s a d-ck rider!”
i’m over here looking like i just had a shower
of course y’aii gon’ be snappin’
i mean we been standin’ here for hours
we gotta do this, we gotta get it off now
f-ck you, you looking at me like you ain’t know that you lost now
f-ck you, put your bottle of water down
or that empty cup that drop now
if i had some change, i’d throw it in your cup at your bum–ss now
it’s over now, i’m the extinction level event
that be k!llin’ these raptors
history repeats itself, we just livin’ it backwards
i ain’t gotta pull out the next sentence for me to finish the answer
all you gotta do is flip through the history book, flip through the chapters, and you see that t-rex gets k!lled by dizaster!

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