Dizaster vs. DNA

[Round 1: Dizaster]

You American faggot! Now after all the talk about how you would show up and never back out

Drake offered to put three grands on this battle to judge it

And you fucking backed out! Yeah, you little fucking pussy!

I'm in front of DNA, wow! No fucking way!

This gotta be my lucky day

I'm about to tie him to a leash in case he tries to fuckin' run away

Yeah, the problem with you kids is that you lack respect

But fuck me over on money right now

And try to run out and I'ma snap your neck

‘Cause people know

That backing out of battles is not part of my plans

But you and Cortez always lie, so not to my surprise

All your alibis came as a bunch of unauthorized scams

Shit, even if I met you in the middle of the East

You'd find a way to say that I ran

But I'm from Los Angeles, I'm proud to say that that's my land

In L.A. we support our home teams

We got a lot of pride, but goddamn

The way you ducked me in L.A. proves

You'll always be more of a fan of The Dodgers than I am

You soft as hell, I'm not gonna lie, fam

In your battle with Rex, you almost copped a right hand

From Dot Mobb's hopping hypeman

When Rex made fun of your retarded mother

I know you wanted to fight, man

But then they called the cameras off

And you walked off and called it a night, damn!

Sort of like when Eminem told you

"Lose yourself in the moment, you only get one shot in a life span!"

And you answered him, like, "I know, Slim!

That's exactly why I'm gonna walk away from this mic stand!"

Your boy Cortez act on some G shit

We were supposed to battle here

He backed out, like, "I need more cash now."

And that is some weak shit; he's a sneaky latino

So I wasn't surprised when I came to find out that he skipped

He was already flaking like a tortilla

So soon as I saw the guacamole on the side with the green chips

I knew it was only right that that bean dipped

It don't matter what battling league you actually be with

If you gon' be dumb enough to bite the hand that you eat with

At least be smart enough

To cover up your tracks and don't leave prints

Someone call up Smack and tell him to cancel the field trip

Straps with the beams equipped

Like an active Marine ready to damage your queenship

Shells battering, the cannon ring until half of your team is seasick

The other half starts abandoning ship, panic and leap quick

In the same fashion that Hollow took his first chance to get green quick, turned his back on GT

Packed up his bags, took the cash and then he split

And the faggot hasn't been seen since

It's all a story that correlates if you go back and you read script

I use this all as a scenario to reference the battling scene with

‘Cause GrindTime is the ship

And this is bad as the Titanic sea gets

‘Cause without Smack you wouldn't be shit but lost talent stranded across the Atlantic sea without a raft to compete with

I got the long nose like X-Factor

I'll make the back of your Jeep flip

I said, you'd think we were playing Xbox together

The way I left half of your screen split

My guns are barely legal with magazines that'll make this teen strip

That's how you like it, right? Come back with a clean flip!

Yeah, I'm ready for the drama

Ain't no question marks, I'll rip your flesh apart like Jeffrey Dahmer

Let's get it poppin'

I'll take the beef and steady chop it like a chef from Benihana

Speaking of chefs, shouts out to Cortez's mama

‘Cause I heard every GrandTime East Coast event

She be fixing Poison Pen his empanadas

Speaking of him, you'd have to pick up the phone and Pen will call ya, ‘cause you too busy slumped over in the bed with Hoffa

Holding hands with Hollow

We all know you were raised by Dutch Vega and Sara Kana

What's the beef between us? It's been a never-ending saga

I'll leave you walking around with Bender's suppressed persona

When I Sketch Menace your necklace off ya

[…] deadly waters

I'll throw your body on the stretcher

And let the chopper off, boom-boom-boom-boom-boom-bah-boom-bah

And drop your paramedic helicopter

I do this for my fans, you mothafuckas ain't shit to me

Are y'all kidding me? I'm fuckin' bum-rushin' the enemy

These knuckles will leave you bucklin' instantly

I’ll fucking get 10 men to start punching you viciously

Uppercuts will leave your stomach in misery

Like muscular dystrophy

That's for thinking you can come online publicly dissing me

You can pop your fists while I'm still crushin' you physically

This shit is child's play

You get ate side ways like the number infinity

I said, you need artist development

Before you come on the blog and then mention me

I'll stomp you out and make you a part of this history

Don't show me that, ‘cause this is about to be the bodybag of the century!

Hold on! Hold on!

You mothafuckas ain't shit to me

They say karma's a bitch, but for you, it's probably dentistry

Because the part of your mouth that's missing is only a reflection of what's scarring you mentally

So the gap between your teeth exists merely as an object of imagery

To distract you from the real gap between us, and that's bars and delivery!

[Round 1: DNA]

November 5th… it's ironic, you know, my father died on this day

And I can still remember him telling me

"Son, say what you mean, and mean what you say."

See, I'm only 20, Diz

So in my past battles my emotions might have got carried away

That's why I flew here to Canada

To make sure that won't happen today

So when I grip the 9, rip your spine

Make your body rewind—man, I don't mean that shit

I'll probably never clap the shit out you

But trust I mean every word when I say I'll smack the shit out you

The difference between entertainment and real life

Like, remember when I said I'll fuck you up in Vegas?

Well, dependin' on how this battle goes, I still might

‘Cause, see, I still might

Move back, move back, what are you doing?

Gettin' in my face tryin' to go crazy

Tryin' to fuck me up when it's dead time

When Drake's here in front of the battle

But you ain't gon' make none of his headlines

What I was tryin' to say was

That the difference between entertainment and real life

Like, remember when I said I'd fuck you up in Vegas?

Well, dependin' on how this battle goes, I still might

‘Cause me missin' a tooth only means

I've been in a real fight and got real stripes

So until you get tapped with a sucker punch and missing yours from an uppercut, then you know what this feels like

I took this battle for YouTube views, promotion and fanbase

So I made sure I'm well prepared

Knowing my name would be buzzin' in Sweden

China, Switzerland, making them well aware

So once I get rid of this storm, and y'all see the weather clear

Just think about the end of every other natural disaster

You gone see DNA everywhere

Remember against A-Class when y'all was supposed to go 60 seconds, then on the day of the battle this guy switched it?

Then remember against Swave you had timed rounds

But he said fuck it and you wound up rhymin' for 9 minutes?

Then against me, this guy told Lush, "I'm rhymin' till I'm finished."

Which only proves further you got a problem with time limits

See, you the snake that's tryin' to hide your rattle

Which only shows the Canadian Quarter

Ain't the only bitch that flips when it's time to battle

And that's when I realized, hmm

You really got a problem with time

Like when you say you're a terrorist and a hijacker, I'm not gettin' it

‘Cause if you detonate a bomb, what you gon' set the time to, unlimited?

You really got a problem with time

I discovered something, Diz, while I was watchin' your battles

And nigga, you have never wore a watch in your battles!

You really have a problem with time

It's not opinion no more, it's a fact, nigga

You do twelve lunchbreaks […]

Change times whenever you want with your hat to the back

What the fuck you think you now? Black, nigga?

Y'all all know, we really got a problem with time, but fuck that!

For the last two years you've been givin' me the runaround

I managed to stay relevant

With every battle reaching over 200 thou'

You done the same, but your music's trash

So the industry will never love your style

Which makes you a earthquake

‘Cause you always gone be a disaster that remains underground

See, you just an entertainer, Diz! In other words: a fuckin' gimmick

And it's for so long that the delivery can mask those fuckin' lyrics

Your rhymes are put together sloppy and unorganized

That's why besides GrindTime we ain't fuckin' with it

So battlin' DNA will be the first time his verses have structure in it

So when you spit all aggressive with conviction

I be thinkin' that you actually mad

And then understand why you hate us New York niggas

‘Cause he drive us around all the time in taxi cabs

Like his rap battle D, he's supposed to be the big bad Dizaster

And when I see DNA, I'ma shoot him and let the 5th clap ya

I said "Dizaster, let's fight!" – he said "Cool, I'ma bitch-slap ya!"

Soon as he hopped out the cab

All you hear on the radio is "Dizaster, it's your dispatcher

Please go pick up Plex Rock and Lush One

And stay away from DNA, you know you don't bust guns

You never touched drugs a day in your life or touched none

And hurry up, your mom's calling, rents due, you must come!"

So when you squint your fuckin' eyebrows

And spit with alllll that aggression

I almost think you might really bust your Glock

But then again we saw him against Arsonal

And you ain't look too good with that fuckin' shot

You gon' try to rebuttal everything I say

Don't act like you fuckin' not, but it's cool

‘Cause a good rebuttal only means I had to say somethin' hot

So don't be confused when he rebuttal every lyric I say

And think he's clever with frees

‘Cause every time y'all cheer for that great rebuttal

You only givin' credit to me

[Round 2: Dizaster]

Man, DNA, you are so fucking hood!

I'm gonna rebuttal everything you say?

Goddamn it, I didn't even know I was that good

Shit, but fuck it, since he wants to talk about time

Then we'll talk about time, when I roll up outside and hurt ya

But you're DNA, you never click-clack the burner, you never commit the murder

See, I do what I want with the time limits, I'll just extend them further

This world's mine, I control time; that's why they call me the Prince of Persia

But you wanna rebuttal too

I mean, you rebuttal'd your missing tooth

But that's not even a rebuttal topic

I mean, you wanna rebuttal a missing tooth

Then make a CD, put out some music, get some money off it

Wait 'til at least you have one deposit

Go to your fucking dentist office

Write him a cheque with a fucking number on it

And if it makes you feel any better about the situation

You can write the word "rebuttal" on it

Homie, listen, it's been since day one I ain't liking you, dude

We can go outside right now and I'm fighting you too

It ain't about punchlines, DNA

I'll just display how I'm a better writer than you

So stop talkin', pay homage, I'm spittin'

I solve problems, I'm an awesome magician

This street magic, I'll make your beef vanish

Like hot pockets, ‘cause all of you chicken

I wanna squab with him, but if your squad is honestly trippin'

That car stoppin', that Glock poppin'

Your top open like Top Ramen before you spark the ignition

I start boxin', Bernard Hopkins

Your heart stoppin', Chris Farley condition

There's no where to runin an arm bar, caught in submisison

Now you lost in the mix, got a bunch of hostages with him

He tried hoppin' the fence, it's an impossible mission

I'm camouflaged in the trenches

Ready to penetrate your army's defences

With these binocular lenses I have a prophet's vision

Is that the hardest kid in your clique? I got a problem with it

‘Cause I'm the motherfucker, I'm what your role model isn't

I'm the armed technician here to remodel your kitchen

With a bomb in it, the islamic edition

Part of your crib gone with the wind, shards of you missin'

Carvin' your rib, disarm the opposition

Then plant the pipe bomb in the car engine

And have Queen Latifah set it off from the distance

My job description: I split wigs like a salon beautician

That .38 is Special like your mom's condition

I know y'all have a problem with the retard jokes

But I only use them ‘cause he has something in common with them

‘Cause when he says he's flippin' to mingle

And he's letting the machete spray

It's not hard for us to see the retarded in him

I don't give a fuck if y'all wanna donate to autism

The truth is — cover your ears, Bishop — the truth is your mom's not even a good example of what being handicapped's about

‘Cause she's a master at that wheelchair

In that I wouldn't have a doubt

Most people, getting around when they're disabled

They find it hard, and you live in a massive house

But she uses the fucking hallways as interstate freeways

Where she gets off at the nearest living room exit

So she can take the fastest route

Weaving in and out of furniture traffic

She doesn't even scratch the couch

But she's kinda like you in a sense, ‘cause whenever she's stuck in a corner she's really good at backing out

Stop touching me! Y'all gon' make a rapping discovery

I don't even know how I can battle you so comfortably

I still can't even believe this faggot's in front of me

Everyday I wake up and I hit a blunt before I even wash my face up

Then I think about your genetic make-up

And how we can make up such a fake fuck

You pussy you duck hunt  you're getting duct-taped up

I'll kill every faggot in your city, I'll even fuck Mase up

There's nowhere to run now, you're on a one-way truck

About to get ran the fuck over over by a fucking one-way truck

You little fucking pussy! Your face is vaginal

Your mouth is like a vagina and in the center it has a hole

But fuck a camel though, you have enamel toe

It's Dizaster, you know I act like a crude jerk

Your attitude is past faggot, dude

You got a gap in your tooth, gagged and you yakked on your new shirt in your battle with Tsu Surf

I react, I'm rollin' fast, I let the tool burst

Kids will get hit in ass like the back of a Vatican school church

I take stacks off packages, this faggot don't move work

The only cleaning his gap out

Is the only time he digs up or actually do dirt

Two thirds of his life has been a root canal

Conceited influenced you in style

Everything you about to do he happened to do first

Your foundation is missing

Like the roof of your mouth, that is what you worth

I would slap this dude around

But the fact is life is already battling you worse

And that is reality, I know it's sad, but the tooth hurts

[Round 2: DNA]

Diz, you ain't say one thing hot

You still ain't say the fuckin' truth; I've been in about 18 battles

And he still gone mention my fuckin' tooth

And y'all gone cheer ‘cause you think it's nice, people

But that's wack, ‘cause its shit likes to go to the gap

Like white people — so why you gon' keep freestylin'

Actin' like you gettin' it? Diz, you ain't rippin' it

Even your hat knows I'm gonna win

‘Cause it's like Cleveland, you gone lose in the end

Then you wanted to mention my mom being disabled

That's why I hate that you rap, b

You just […] placed in your rap, D

My teeth is missing and I got a face full of acne

When that steel flare

I bet all of these fans will cheer, like Drake in Degrassi

People are rappin', you must be kiddin' me

I'll do you like Pun, have you dead in the middle of little Italy

Thinkin' you can spit with me, you ain't hot as humidity

So why would y'all give him props

For mention my mom with a disability?

I'll go to your mom's house, come through, smack her hard

Come through, see her right quick, then I snatch that broad

Catch her right in the kitchen while she's eatin' caviar

And put that bitch in a wheelchair out the blue like the Avatar

And this the point, see somethin' somethin'

You think that you so nice, you little old clown

You rebuttal half lines, I damn near just rebuttal your whole round

This the point where I pin you down and have Organik hold you

Beat the shit outta you like your pops did when he disowned you

Give you the same treatment

That you did every time you was disloyal

But wait, before I do all that, I'ma expose you

Remember what you told Organik about King of the Dot?

"Your league is fucking shitty, bro

If you ain't gonna give us the help in promotion and gettin' dough

Then why the fuck you attach our logos

Against your bitch-ass videos?

Fuck King of the Dot! We technically invented you

GrindTime's the prototype, we do what you pretend to do

I will never respect this chump!"

Now you over here two years later? I guess time flies loud

‘Cause if you ain't notice

King of the Dot is shittin' on Grind Time Now

And your last three battles been in Canada

So this league basically made you, bitch!

And you disrespected them in a battle? You ungrateful bitch!

You a faggot, I'm just tryna figure out what made you switch

I guess Grind Time held you down and then raped you, bitch!

I couldn't wait to get in your face to tell you I hate you, bitch!

Flew all the way Canada

To put you in a wheelchair: Drake you, bitch!

They said DNA fell off, well, now I'm back — thank you, bitch!

But how's his pop rich and you say you struggle, dummy?

You take battles for free but gotta pay bills?

I guess you don't care about no fuckin' money

For a couple of pennies he'll be ready to travel

So it makes sense when you ate that sandwich versus SMP

‘Cause that's the only time you had bread in a battle

Then you disrespected Jin and his whole race

But I bet you if you seen him you'd probably switch sides

And dick ride and be pole-dancin'

You whine and cry about every battle, I bet you have a fit

That you don't get your way at your folks' mansion

So it makes sense why you hate Asians

‘Cause you always throw tantrums

And everybody knows that battle versus Locksmith

That one counted, ‘cause you showed you hated Asians more

‘Cause when you choked you looked dumbfounded

"But if that's too low, then turn the volume on your speakers up

Your rhymes is weak as fuck

Like the last time Redman and Method Man tried teamin' up."

And when he said that line versus Swave

At first I was like, "Woooh, damn, that's hot!"

Until Method Man co-signed you

And you just disrespected a legend who gave you props

And then if you talkin' like that, then of course he's frontin'

There ain't a course, I get him off for nothin'

This battle's six days after Halloween

It's ironic, ‘cause he already lost to Pumpkin

And he said, "In the MC book, when you fuck up you keep goin'."

And in the eyebrow book, you keep shavin' if they keep growin'

‘Cause I'ma keep it a hundred

My tooth's missin' and them eyebrows is real bushy

So King of the Dot, let's keep it a hundred

One of us is lyin' sayin' we get pussy

When I run up on Dizaster in New York with a Knick's hoodie

He'll back down and get scared and get mushy

Okay, I lied, I see one of us does get pussy

But why do you keep on talkin'

When you act like you know you off the heat?

Me, right now? Nigga please! I'm off the beat

I'll take your body off the concrete and throw it off the street

You got that dog chain on right now

But I'm the one that's off the leash

So why you keep rappin' like you be rappin' when it's dope

You a faggot, I'll clap it, then jack it like your coat

You told Swave you pop the 9, show him like Columbine

You think that you, Blood? Stop it, five!

They brought this yellow tape here

‘Cause Organik knew it was a homicide

So don't act like your raps is hot or you'll blast the Glock

Time's about to run out, you can have your knot

You have a problem with time

So you don't know how to stop on time when your raps is hot

But this Caliente will make you die before the aftershock

[Round 3: Dizaster]

You dissed me about the Canada shit tryin' to snatch my props

I think it's funny how you have to mention Caliente and Aftershock

So you can ride King of the Dot's cock

That's how you fuckin' get around, homie, I'll stomp you

The only reason you mentioned Drake in Degrassi

Because he reminds you of your mom too

I'm basically nasty

There's a couple of questions my fans have been waiting to ask me

Does she really look like Drake from Degrassi?

Is Cortez really on the sideline raking the grass leaves?

You fucking... you wanna get paid more guap now

You wanna get paid like an athlete

But you're on lockout, ‘cause you stay in a rap league

That only caters to Math's needs

When you left your GrindTime family you disappointed them

You made them regret the fact they ever let you join with them

No one forced you off the boat, bitch, it was your choice to swim

Now the only thing you'll ever ever have in common with Poison Pen is the fact that you'll never be boys again

You know what else rhymes with Poison Pen?

Umm, I don't know, "backstabbing disloyal friend"?

When you say "bars over jokes," why you gon' pretend?

You don't truly believe bars are better than jokes

You're not keeping it a hundred and ten

‘Cause you switch it up to comedy too

I always hear laughter when your punches come to an end

Especially when you spit your gun bars

We all think you're the funniest then

I mean come on, dawg, you really can't fuckin' rap with me

I can go off the fuckin' top

And this whole thing will become a tragedy

Yeah, motherfucker, you ain't wanna be the man right now

You fuckin' can't even see me, you can't even stand right now

But I take care of my shit and I can fuckin' kill you all

Yeah, you little fuckin' pussy, I don't feel you all

But since I'ma change up on this topic ‘cause I'ma kill it tonight

I'ma touch up on a topic about why you lie

And everybody's gonna feel it, a'ight?

This is a topic I wasn't gonna illustrate tonight

I think most of the time your brains wouldn't be able to comply

But I figured y'all smarter generation are educated

And figured I wouldn't be afraid to try

See, mainstream science is a bunch of manipulation in disguise

They blindfold you from the real truth

To distract you from a database they hide

Charles Darwin is a faggot who thinks we came from evolution

And later on we changed in size in a different phase in time

What I'm tryin' to say to you is

Why would you believe in that and the Bible?

Those are all fairy tales, goodbye

‘Cause the truth of our genetics is written in the ancient scribe

Our bloodline was given to us from aliens

That came from spaceships in the sky

Now you're wondering why I'm saying this

It's ‘cause based on his name I can relate it to this guy

It's all reality based, all in this equation still applies

‘Cause based on reality

Everything ever said that was about DNA has been a lie

I'm embarrassin' y'all lames

I'm evisceratin' your jaw and I'm tearin' your small frame

Rippin' your fuckin' heart out and leavin' it there in the car lane

You st-st-stuttered when you tried to mention that dog chain

You stupid fuck! You have terrible blog game

Yeah, motherfucker, the "true stories" you're supposedly telling

They're lies and they're basically all lame

DNA hears a story one way

When it comes out of his mouth it apparently got changed

So you're not DNA, they gave you the wrong name

You should change your name into the American Arcane

DNA! Yo, I'm DNA! Hold on! Hold on!

Now I'ma roll up and I'ma come with the 5's and the 6 and the 7's

Now when I go from 8, 9 and 10,t hat'll mean you get hit with 11

That's what you sound like: A, B, C, D, E, F, G

It's always the same thing: if I bodied Rone and Rone bodied Okwerdz, then what does that make me?

Shut the fuck up! Alright?

You're just an undercard to the main star actors

What you gonna do now that Smack don't wanna pay off none of these maincard rappers?

What you gonna do now, huh?

Do like you did in Oun P and spit your little gay bars backwards?

What you gonna do?

Race me in a race track in a race car backwards?

What you gonna do? Come with the metal after you summon the devil from listening to a Lil Wayne song backwards?

What you gonna do? You wanna play that stupid little fuckin' game, then game on, faggot

I'll leave your little brain all trapped

Inside one of your own little gay 8-bar patterns

Like, go ahead, DNA, flip the word radar backwards!

Hold on! Hold on! I can do it, hold on!

So when I roll up with the AR and I spray off clappers

That'll be the result of this battle

If you spell the word radar backwards

Wait a minute, radar… that's still the same bar backwards!

Hold on, hold on! Now when I roll up with the […]

And I spray off clappers

That'll be the result of this battle if you spell the word radar backwards… goddamn it, it's still "radar" backwards!

Truth is, I'll break it down for y'all

Since your boy Cortez, a.k.a. José, won't explain this stuff

I was on the cell all day tryin' to set up this whole thang with Lush

While you in the background with him

Doing roleplay on the phone hangin' up

You think playin' with my money is funny, I'll blow this location up

And I won't leave until I make sure your face gets crushed

Add more flame, I turn your torso and face to dust

More flame, the propane take your soul, raise it up

I'll leave you fuckin' clothes […] in your skull breakin' up

And dislocatin' your shoulder bone from your rotator cuff

You smile like you don't use Colgate enough

Every couple of seconds when you're rappin'

Your nose face gets touched

Like your tryin' to point the way your cocaine is stuck

Or your just another faggot actor

Who thinks he's soulmates with Lux

But Lux is the man… Syke, you're both gay as fuck!

I'll rip Hollow's hand off

While it's still attached to his foam paper cup

It was, like, six in the morning

I saw you and your little sister Jennifer Cortez sit on the corner

Holdin' up a sign that said "For food we're willing to sit on a boner

Polish a ball sack and suck dick for a quarter."

And underneath it said "Please! All we had for dinner was yoghurt."

Your little Smack gimmick image here literally won't work

I bet Math used to punk you and make you finish his homework

This kid is like Conceited

Except he ended up hitting his growth spurt

Your boy Murder Ave doesn't even exist, it's not even a known turf

You guys are both nomads

The only home this ho has is literally his own shirt

Look at you rubbin' yourself tryin' to keep your composure

You ran away fuckin' Smack

Because the events they had were bigger and doper

Always bitchin' that Grind Time couldn't give you exposure

So you walked around for like six months

With a chip on your shoulder, before you decided to jump ship

Hoping to get you a little bit closer

But swiffed out on our interest

‘Cause you were the diva that was tippin' it over

And the sad part is all Smack had to do to bribe you

Was promise to put some rims on your stroller

They offered Cortez a new fisherman boat

So he doesn't have to swim to the border

And Hollow Da Don got a brand new Nintendo controller

People always said your boy Cortez looked like Pitbull

And even though he's the same identical poser

Now I believe he's a pitbull

Since I seen him switch up on his owners

Listen here, bitch, you have a listening disorder

Your mission is officially over

If you think you gon' beat me I'd rather hire Jin as my chauffeur

Yeah, I'm a F15 engine versus a 1960 Corolla

And you're missin' your motor

I'll run up in your crib with them soldiers while you're sippin' a soda

Catch you slippin', put you in submission and fold ya

Then jump up and put my kicks on your sofa

Like Tom Cruise did to Oprah

Yeah, what's going on, pussy?

It looks like that type of shit you cannot respond to

You said on the track 1.25 seconds on your song

About your dad gone that you never clapped a revolver

Yeah, remember? One minute, 25 seconds

You looked up to the light and screamed out

"I've never touched a drug or busted a gun in my life!"

You never clapped a revolver, I'll flat-line you

Snipe at your heart like the final boss you battle in Contra

So act like Manic, so act like Manic, I'll pop ya

Give me that deadly stare, I'll let it air

Leaving shells everywhere like Italian pasta

You roll with a pack of imposters

You don't wanna scrap, I'll pull a MAC and I'll sock ya

Get bitch slapped with the impact of A-Class crashin' his Honda

I'll strike you faster than the Black African Mamba

And send your body bag back to Rwanda

Battling me is worse off than sharing a bath tub with Blanka

Or getting a back rub massage from Mortal Kombat's Baraka

Your breath smells like asshole and cacka

You need to grab some Binaca

I'll backhand you and I will damage your chakra

The day you beat me is the day everyone in Canada considers Sno an actual Rasta

What you know about weed?

Your whole life you probably only seen two bags of ganja

I'm a YouTube superstar, everyday I have new fans

From Deutchland to Jakarta, from Buktan to Combala

Dominican Republic, and Yucads in Cabanas

Kuala lumpur and Sri Lanka down to Sudan and Uganda

But all you have is two fans: you're Kitana

I saw you wearing earrings that one day, fake-ass shits

Put on, probably put on, start wearing Prada

Instead of fucking worrying about what you wear

You should try and display some honour

You scared to come to California

Afraid I'll put them Grapes gangstas on ya

But every time you rap it's about how you bang your llamas

And how you give my brain caps and you be making trauma

And how your homies rolled around Vegas

And shut the whole baby down and start creating drama

But that doesn't make you crazy

That makes you like QP's baby mama

You never shot a gun in your life, like you said

Yeah, and that's the reason why I'm having major problems

With the way you were brought up

But it ain't your fault, that's why I blame Madonna

Come on, dawg, let's kick some facts and just be honest, huh?

You went to Smack, put up a stack and you peed on it

And that is a fact, I ain't gotta actually speak on it

Far as your Facebook statuses, the average is three comments

You leave today with a stash in your jeans pocket

Then I'm smackin' that green off it

You went to Smack, got jacked for your bread and didn't […] demolish you're average at best

And to add to that threat this MC's polished

Fuck what this faggot just said, I rapidly clap with that lead

And rip a patch up the back of your head like Rasheed Wallace

Your mom's fucking retarded, I mean it!

But it's not the same, ‘cause she's also a genius

She gives a lot of brain: she's a quadriplegic

I don't give a fuck about her eating problems

She can exercise some different feeding options

She can't use her hands, they shake

So if she wants to have some steak, she puts the knife between her toes and uses her retarded feet to chop them

But no matter how good she gets at holding the silverware

She always seems to drop them

And then stands back looking at 'em

Like, "If only I had longer reach like Dhalsim."

But I don't want no beef, your mom's a G from Compton

Any moment she might show up at King of the Dot

And get them heaters poppin'

So I better flee before she acts like Stephen and brings the hawk in

You rapped about your dad in the beginning

That's some shit I wasn't gonna say

But I'm an evil motherfucker, so all that shit you were talking about, I think that shit is gay

Yeah, I will fly him out of his casket and I'll slump the faggot

I'll fuck your mom in front of her and I'll soak the mattress

Then I'll throw the broken prophylactic on his open casket

I will forge a stack of boarding passes

Get on board a Concorde and crash it

Into an overpass during morning traffic

Who said that? Come on! Admit it, homie! Speak up, brother!

I'll go back there right now and I'll fuck your mother!

Callin' fuckin' Organik like he fuckin' owes you somethin'

Motherfucker doesn't owe you nothin'

‘Cause you don't know nothin' about strugglin'

Look at The Saurus and Illmac, yeah, look at The Saurus, cousin

They're battling for pride

If they lose today they're going home with nothin'

But you're too much of a pussy, a battle you won't go judgin'

You'd rather be a fuckin' homo and just vote on public

Yo, who the fuck is talking, bro? Yo, who's talking?

A'ight, I see you're offended because his mom is being brought up

Okay, that shit is some harsh stuff

But this is battling, what do you expect?

This is the type of shit that pops up

What? What?! Y'all fuckin' mad his mom is brought up?

I don't give a fuck if they have special needs

They got all types of foundations to get their guap up

I don't know about y'all, but

I've already donated enough money from my heart into that large cup sitting at the counter in every single Starbucks

Fuck you! Don't ever fuck up my battle!

I'll pick up your bitch and I'll hump her like my camel

[Round 3: DNA]

Did anybody see who he was talking to?

No! Me neither, so why'd y'all think that was hot, y'all?

‘Cause you looked up there for five seconds

And talked to something unknown, like a blocked call

So, Diz, why do you think you getting hot

And, like, you gon' grip a round?

Me, DNA, I'm in Canada my first time, I'll rip the town

Show you how I'm the illest

And I'm the realest with the sickest sound

He kept mentioning Hollow, but it's like his battle with Hitman

‘Cause when I pull it out I won't miss the pound

See, if y'all really think about that

Now I'm gonna try to stay calm and keep my cool, b

But I've been watching King of the Dot battles

And I saw a dude that had potential we would soon see

And I don't like bringing up people that died usually

But truthfully, this faggot should've died instead of Bruce B

You're not a shot buster, at Blockbuster you wouldn't move E

You dick ride and switch sides, you a groupie

I don't know that much about Canadian change

But I tell y'all truthfully

I know for a two dollar coin he'll be on his two knees

So, Diz, why would you even start though?

You act like you gangsta and you tough

Like you got the heart though

You a bitch, I'll have more whips at your house than a car show

Smoke him down, just like a Marlboro, never at heart though

Since he think he street in Canada

If it's war, then I'll mark him and leave his face with a scar, bro

Dizaster, I have a question: why do you rap like this?

You spit no punchlines, but do all of this

Why do you act like this?

See, you wanna act crazy, like, you could stop with this

This isn't a battle of battling

This is a battle of Dizaster battling Alcoholic Anonymous

He's standing here in front of Organik

Thinking that he's the rapping answer

And I bet you wish you can get a disease

So you can battle cancer

You think you're so nice so you can rap for weeks

Dizaster has insomnia on purpose, so he can battle sleep

I bet your grandma's 97

And listens to "Arab Money" to get her party off

You make bombs so much you wake up to car alarms

If your man's name was Puff Daddy

Then you'd suck off Sean and John

I show up to your mom's house

With pepperoni on a Papa John's

And take it back when she opens it and tell her it's ramadan

So, nigga, why you acting tight?

I heard they sling out here in Canada

I seen today you stayed calm, you ain't vexed

But how the hell you ever expect to be the King of the Dot?

Nigga, you ain't Rex

See, y'all don't get how I can switch that, nigga, when he's next

I broke that down, King of the Dot, Dot Mobb, T-Rex

Oh, see, y'all might not get that with that bar

Matter of fact, uhhh—that was okay when I make rhymes

But I bet you get the bar

When I let off this gun and let that K shine

Ran into his crib when I set you off with that burner shoot

And after that you get murdered

And murdered even worse just like Murder Mook

So why you keep talkin' like you the best, cuz

Now I'ma get on some other shit

Disconnect your body, they won't find where your head was

Now they over there with the morgue

The doctors don't know where your leg was

Your family come and try to see you in the morgue

And they don't know where his head was

Now, you looking, he's just a John Doe

So when his DJ goes to make a "best of…", they gon' have to put a question mark in front of his name, like ?uestlove

Now we here in this battle, Diz, so say what you say now

If you act up, then come through, I'll let off that tre pound

Why talk about a gun

When I got dawgs on each side, like Greyhound?

Beat you up to the part 'til you can't even stay now

You won't have a future, like that nigga from 8 Mile

Run around with the sixty

And leave your body on the playground

They'll be nothing but your soul left, just like James Brown

Pick him up, snuff him

And watch me spin money online, like PayPal

And he still gonna try to rhyme

‘Cause he gon' act like he's better

Dizaster, you think you so tough with these bars

But I really don't think you better

You can never come through and act like you fresher

I found out that his sign's a crab

Which means that he's a cancer

And that explains why you always crack under pressure

So, Diz, why you gon' act like you goin' when it's hot?

How can you respect the nigga

That disrespect the dude for making a song for his pops?

But he gon' act crazy like he fear harder

But since you mentioned my dad, you reminded me of him

‘Cause after this, y'all won't see your career goin' farther

So why you wanna act like you step beat fast?

Nigga, I pop and leave, like dead beat dads

And then he wants to talk crazy

Like you come through and smash your men

If I could do this then, Dizaster, we'd fight

And I'd beat up this fag again

I heard Hollohan's in jail, that's all cool

I wish he could be here to rap again

But if y'all all know the Bible the only way God can come back is when the disaster end

So how you think you dumb funny?

How you just say I was scared to battle for three stacks

But then you came at Drake? That's why you got young money

And you never have cash when you grippin' it hard

So, nigga, I'll blow your brains off, then blow your other brains off, then blow your other brains off

And keep changing wigs, like Nicki Minaj

It doesn't make sense, Diz?

So why you think that you straight hotter?

If I don't know what I'm saying when I don't make sense

Well, nigga, you don't make dollars

You never had money in the rows when know I'm getting silly

If this don't make sense

Then how come we only battled for $750?

Now come through when you act like you crazy

And you fuck with that; tell the truth, Diz

We could've battled on Smack for double that

But you tried to do it here at King of the Dot

And I said, "That's cool, I plan it."

‘Cause you never get nothin', you never act up and blam it

You're a waste of a nut

You shouldn't even belong on this planet

And, truthfully, you should've got fucked up

By the cops instead of Organik

So why you keep acting like you so tough

Like you can spray shells?

Aw, you're yawning while I'm rappin'

That's all cool 'til I spray well

You think that I can't do what you do

I can do it better when I Raylell [?]

Just think of this battle with the L.A. initials backwards

‘Cause that's what he's leaving with: a L

See, Diz, you wanna keep rappin' crazy

When you try to act like you flow like best

But you can't come through, nigga, I put a hole like chest

Now I ain't even come through to rap with it

I'ma show him how Smack and quick

Gon' dap this bitch after that I clap the clip

He keep movin' his head back until I smack it quick

You a faggot that I never come through and dap you, bitch!

I'll run up in your crib, real too, and smack it quick

And shoot him while he's writing with his pen

Now that's how you air a bic (Arabic)

And that was a half punchline, that ain't even the half of it

Now I'ma switch up and talk to this nigga in Arabic

Hedat, your family told me you're a maniak

There's a thousand words in the Arab dictionary

But my favorite one is Eddifat

Ella Stasi, ‘cause these dudes wanna keep talking with the clip

But after that I'm like "Pulla Misha Marka!"

‘Cause that means you're a bitch

And after that I'ma say "It's getting hot in here."

And Ik Fala Watchi! Y'all know what that means in Arabic

Get him the fuck outta here!

So why this dude acting up like he playing with me?

Oh, you thought we was in Canada

So they wouldn't say it with me?

Nigga, please! Why you play inside?

That slogan is like Boost Mobile, that shit's nationwide

So why you acting crazy with the best shell

These clips will make you sprint

And find your body in the next tell [?]

Why you keep talking like you bet for sure?

Oh, you know about the hotels we in?

You on the 6th and I'm on the 7th floor

That's cool, nigga, so stay up

After I blast with the shell, I hate to leave him on the elevator

‘Cause he'll be going on his way up

So you keep rhyming, Diz

Keep spitting all these bars when I clap ya

Acting all hard, but see, you not a real dude, you just a actor

It doesn't matter what you say

‘Cause you're gay and you just a actor

You can't do what you do ‘cause, nigga please, I'm the pastor

Break you down [?] crumble you're body like Ritz crackers

‘Cause I got a question y'all: what's a disaster to a rapture?

He can't move it on that blink screen

You so stupid you can't do what the blinks, D

I kill him in fucking 7HD, a HD, come through

Turn his body soul, rip it apart and have it lookin' like gangrene

Fuck up your soul, have your body lookin' like brinkscreen [?]

I'ma teach your old teacher stupid I make greenery

So after I do that when I spark fiends

Shoot him in his pockets with money

And you gon' see that wall green

And after I do that on a nice day, hit him with that nice tre

Then doctors and paramedics

Gon' be having to find the right aid

‘Cause I'll run up on that whip, when I'm steerin' now

I see that he's fearin' now, I clear the town

Bishop Brigante ratchets

I shoot it in your face and tear that mirror down

You clear the town when I'm offin' the dome

‘Cause right now, please nigga, frees, top of the dome

I come through—fuck that!

Like you said you always talk about poppin' the shone [?]

But after I shoot I'ma have to off his top, like Charron

And he keep thinking he coming praisin' when you on that

You acting like you can freestyle

And rhyme, nigga, like you move on that

You say that you like rhyming nerdy

But I don't get it when you cool on raps

‘Cause every battle you have with a street rapper

You talk about guns like you on Smack

So, Diz, how does that make sense, when it's so lovely?

You said that you didn't shit on King of the Dot

And now it's so lovely

Now you gon' try here get in my face and try to punk me

So let's break it down

On exactly what he said about this country

Nigga, who are you airin'?

You just stand six feet tall and didn't do shit

Nigga, who are you scarin'?

Like, what's wrong with this dude?

I had to tell him five times and maybe one time?

Like, we know, you know, we both freestylers

So why would you do that? So I can make a punchline?

Like, I don't get it when I blam it

Now back to what I was talking 'bout with Organik

Like I said, right? This dude gon' act like he's on his grown shit

When I mentioned King of the Dot, you should've said something, but since you didn't I'ma rebuttal your own shit

Like when I said you disrespected King of the Dot

And that was lovely, then you should've replied

Well, then Organik disrespected our country

And that's when I would've told you

I'm disrepectful for spittin' in your face

But I got more respect for Organik

‘Cause at least he did it in our face

And you pussy, you never hold the 9 and spray

Like when you said "Canadians are faggots!"

"Canadians are faggots!"—you did that shit miles away

So now that we here in Canada

And you said they have no military, they have no healthcare

And Canadians are faggots—say it again, Diz!

(Diz: DNA's a faggot!)

No, say it again, Diz, about Canada!

(Diz: Canadians are faggots! Boo)

Diz, what's going on here? Things startin' to change

You see you're on your way now

You heard all them boos, you kinda looking like me on 8 Mile

But now he acting crazy when he's poppin' it nice

You tried to talk about me with Eminem droppin' the mic

But you think it's all cool, somethin' somethin', the best in?

Well, you just booed in front of the same presence

In front of a worldwide legend

So, like I said, say Canadians are faggots again!

Repeat that! Exactly my point

He ain't do it this time, because, to me, I mean that

So why he keep acting crazy?

Acting like he all tough blammin' a razor

I just came to King of the Dot

And got rid of Dizaster—I'm Canada's savior!