The Saurus vs Rone

[Round 1: Rone]

Word to my fuckin American flag tube socks

If I catch you on the rooftop, you gettin Billy Boondock'ed

I'll pick up where I left off with Big T

Cause you're my bro for real

Dog you will never know the joy of running through an open field

You used to be skinny

Now you've got tits and a belly as well

All of those extra helpings but you really weren't helping yourself

You are so hungry

His favorite part of sex is eating ass

Fuck a thousand reps, you're out of breath by the time that the beans are passed

Some ham comes steaming past, you should see the way he react

Breathin fast like he completed a 800 meter dash

He would gas, sweat beading, he eats or he's seizing fast

Sweaty wrists, feeble hands, all he is is a meaty slab

Sponge bath? They gon' squeegee that

Buffet? It's an easy-pass

And if you don't like fat jokes, well then, fucking stop being fat!

But Pete's a role model, and a G for sho'

But when I just said "Pete's a role model", all he heard was "pizza roll"

If I think serial rape, I think one of the girls that Cosby has fucked

If you think cereal rape, you're finishing a Lucky Charms box all at once

If I think, my Woman Crush Wednesday, well, she's especially thick

Your Woman Crush Wednesday is any Wednesday that you have sex with a chick!

But we both like sports...both count it as a hobby

Some of enjoy playing sports, some just enjoy watching

Bro, if you and I play sports, you would bomb like Nagasaki

You get out of breath after a game of tonsil hockey

You would get a concussion at playing Fantasy Football

You would tear your ACL playing beer pong

That's not a good look, dawg

We at odds like it's Vegas? Well I would be the favorite

Mariota vs. Jameis, Tom Brady versus Peyton

The star will get ate, so that makes him Troy Aikman

I'll salute him, then put his ass a mile high: Terrell Davis

I'll go shots to your temple, bro, fuck what this mark makin'

I'll put you on the sideline, chillin' with Nick Saban

By now, bro you light off the top, that's Chris Kaman

I'm the way Ray is with the Ravens or the Bears with Walter Payton

But you love talking through people's rounds, so you can't compare me to son

It's funny you love sports, but you're a terrible one

You have no basic rhythm, your concepts are just forgetful

So how can we go back to basics if you don't know fundamentals?

You have the most copied style, I've researched, it's true

But if a million people can copy it, that means it's easy to do

I mean you wish you could say you fathered me

He wants me sisters with his daughter, he's weird, it's startin' to bother me

He called my pops about adopting me

But I could boss you up in your own house, pussy

You only had a daughter for the Girl Scout cookies

So I don't give a fuck if you are one cool dad

From me and your daughter: "Hey, fuck you, man!"

[Round 2: The Saurus]

This is how quick I'mma beat ya

That was crazy how you went from a vocal impression of Bart then switched into Lisa!

Now I can promise y'all, in the worst way, he'll for sure hate my approach

I can outwrite everything that this nerd say, and our wordplay isn't close

I could punch him until he needs first aid, or shit could turn straight to a roast

Either way, this is gonna be the worst rape, since you were first raped, by your coach

Last chance to bet on me if you ain't put your money up yet

I'll wipe the Prince (prints) off of the scene, and they ain't found a bloody glove yet

The shit about you, Penn State, Sandusky? All pretty fuckin' suspect

But I won't talk about you being molested...it's a really touchy subject

You're softer than a sunset. You're in over your head, Roney;

Philly folk, start spilling 40-O's for your dead homie

You best show me respect owed or I'm exploding

In the House of Gods, bless Rone's soul, he'll get left holey/holy

That's irony, like a right from me leave his eye runny

Get fried, but I'll crack somethin on the side, sonny

I heard it from the grapevine up in wine country

That he might take a stage dive for the prize money

Now, speakin' of stage dives...

Let's talk about that Daylyt shit for a second

You wanted to use a gimmick against him, he had different intentions

But thinkin' a Abe Lincoln impression would win shit against him?

That's the biggest bitch cop-out since Olivia Benson!

He said he has a URL battle...but ain't nobody saw the shit

So if KOTD's vaulting this, I think we know whose fault it is

Yours!

You gave it the old college try, now call it quits

He balled his fist and tried to throw, I caught the pitch like Carlton Fisk

Roney, this'll be your worst night ever

Every line, every word I render

Do a World Wide Web search

Name someone he's been served by better

People barely show on this bitch like the first trimester!

Now... Have I mentioned how Sandusky molested you yet?

You're like his Jefferson Price, #NeverForget

Now, I'm not saying he did the shit, and I'm not saying he's innocent

I'm just saying, we can't judge Rone based on several thousand isolated incidents

[Round 2: Rone]

I'm Brian Bosworth; I could do you like Okwerdz

Grind them gears, watch we put (h)our hands to his face like clockwork

You get hit and run just for fun like Dante Stallworth

Or you could catch the fade: corner route to Lance Alworth

We could throw, like Brad Penny or Chad Henne

You could catch the bam a lam like "Black Betty"

Get served at any time of the day like you at Denny's

I'm the fastest Italian since Mario Andretti

But you the type to fall in love with a whore named Cinnamon

Whore, The Saurus, ain't that a synonym of a girl that'll sin on 'im?

So I guess that makes me his antonym

But they barely feel you like there's an ant in 'im;

You sound like a fag; you put the homo in homonym

WRC shit, to homi him I'll sick Hom on 'im

Dog, you look like you jerk off a ton!

Just like.. playin poker, watchin a bunch of battles

You have to be jerking off all the time!

I don't have a punchline, just, we know, okay?

And here's another fact to make you think your whole life over

You moved to Las Vegas...to play online poker

Bro, you could play online poker anywhere, from Peru to the Bronx

So you chasin that dream? Well, that's an unusual thought

But I think I know the real reason for you movin' your plot

You went 'cause prostitution is legal, and you were due to get caught

Fact or fiction? Your life is a series of bad decisions

And now you can't get women but you blame your metabolism

And in that condition losin weight's like crackin an algorithm

Cuz you couldn't so restraint if you were into masochism

All stuck in a market, in your musty apartment

Dusty and dark with the fuckin' musk of an armpit

Overrunning with garbage, blunt guts are discarded

Fuckin pizza crusts on the carpet, it screams "struggling artist"

All lazy, all day he just pushes a rolling chair

The only danger he ever faces is when he gets close to stairs

Wearing tighty whiteys, the holey pair, and a bathrobe as overwear

Your girl wear the same drawers Oprah wear with the weight, waist and face of a polar bear

All you do is send tweets as you go through your day

Oh good. Let's hear more about the poker you play

When you break up with a girl, when a new one opens her legs

As you have breakfast, lunch, dinner, and then both of your cakes

But, I mean, when I call myself a slob, it's self-deprecating

There's some tact with it

When you call yourself a slob, it is disgustingly accurate

Fuck battle shit, the only time that he's an innovator

Is when he taught his dog to fetch a beer from the refrigerator

Is there a minute of your day that you're not looking at a screen?

Do you have bread, cheese, and meat with every meal that you eat?

Do you claim you're crushing life and that you're living a dream

When you're just a sweaty stereotype who's just obese and obscene?

See I stand for the U.S. and all that's great about us

But you represent everything the world hates about us

[Round 2: The Saurus]

Me being what everyone hates might be true, fool

But at least I don't remind everybody I'm a white skinny American every 5 seconds like you do

I wouldn't say this if it wasn't true

There's multiple people in this fuckin' room who've ducked this dude

That thought it would be more important to come to this event

Than to battles that they'd booked with you

But you wanna be that next artist KOTD will push hardest

He from Philly, but his whole look started in Good Charlotte

You cursed, basically every battle you book's garbage

Cuz they keep hangin bud out to dry like a kush harvest

Look, dawg, we've all had opponents that ducked

But it's gettin to your head, and now Roney's gassed up

Fuck it, I'mma add to your stroke of bad luck

They finally got a real test tossed at Rone (testosterone), now man up

No weddings, no snow storms, no pathetic excuses

No holds barred, no more respect for these new kids

Nowadays, an up-and-comer tests a legend and loses

And thinks he's seasoned in a day like a Netflix exclusive

Not today though, not today, I'm borderline spazzin'

So before y'all try actin' like this battle is some torch that I'm passin'

Watch...a Super Soaker vers' a .45 Magnum

Then see the poster boy gets posterized as Jordan flies past him

I will flatline you, Roney, this as easy as it gets

A rapper vers' a gimmick that's been beaten half to death

Plain as black and white, he'll hit you with some cheesy-ass effects

Right off the Bat, man that's exactly why they bringin Adam West

But can Adam test me? Can this nerd stand the pressure?

Well, that's a long shot, like the Birdman director

Homie, when people see me, they get excited like Santa Claus is coming

When they see you, they're like "Oh look, it's the Daniel Tosh of nothing."

[Round 3: Rone]

So you call yourself the two time champ. And I like it, it's great

I won the spirit award in high school tennis twice, so I can relate

But "Mr. Two Time Everything"? Is that right?

So, the presidency? The Super Bowl, did you win that twice?

Oh, oh, you won two things two times, so you're the four-time champ

Well, I'm the prince of 16s, so I'm four times that!

Fuck your war cries; I'll wash em. Where the fluoride at?

With your fuckin rawhide face, man I'll pork grind that

If I want your girl, I'll take your girl. Cuz that's just how she want it

And I'm makin a de-posit right in her meat wallet

He wears his rap championship rings when he's tryin to be brolic

But it's no problem to steal your rings, I already done beat Sonic

Dawg, I could make you a better better, but I have lessons as well

Gambling is an addiction, so it's time we get him some help

I have seen the girls you've fucked. Let's just say that you've had better

Your range starts at fat heifer, and spans to transgender

One looked just like you, I swear she was your fan member

But it's no shock that a gambler has a terrible track record

You're like a substance abuser the way you mortgage your future

Yo, Organik, show me a gambler and I'll show you a loser

Bro, even look at your battle career, because it shows that you're shit

'Cause if you were a good gambler, you wouldn't know when to quit

You love to bet on yourself, like it's a game in your mind

So I made up my own odds for you...on the ways that you'll die

So, heart attack?

Two to one, that one was easy

Ten to one?

He goes to KFC and he chokes on a fucking three-piece

A hundred to one?

The fucker dies of lung cancer 'cause he's been smokin' like Chief Keef

A thousand to one?

He has a stroke...of genius, and shoots right through these teeth

Half a million to one?

He dies exhausted, fuckin' hookers on repeat

A million to one, he dies retired on a yacht out at deep sea

A billion to one, he's trampled by fans wantin' CDs

Or a trillion to one, he died of shock 'cause he actually beat me!!!

My graveyard's riddled with tyrants, watch me belittle Goliaths

How many giants I gotta kill before I'm considered a giant?

The dun-dudda, god body, John Gotti with the wrench

The West vers' everybody? How bout me vers' everybody on the West?

Who I beat?

Bro, anybody in Cali or from Cali, I put em down in order

Who I beat, and who's left

Well, the second list is shorter

I turned Caustic into a personal information hoarder

I made 360 180, sent him running across the border;

I turned Fredo to a angel, put that Baby in his corner

I turned Okwerdz to a blogger, made him lose all his supporters

I got Day laid out like it was frickin brick and mortar

I turned Dirtbag Dan to a sideline reporter

I would call out Dumb and Diz, but I'm not holding my breath

But shit, I think that they might be the only ones left

See I get rowdy in the ring, I put a bounty on that thing

They call me Roney Bae the Prince, but out in Cali I'm the king

[Round 3: The Saurus]

Lemme address that shit you little weak ass bitch

I got two homies that you'll immediately lose a rematch with

And here's the other part that wasn't fully complete with me

You listed all the West Coast battlers you beat but somehow mentioned 360

Who remembers when Rone said, "What I gotta do now to get love up on the stage?

Pull my dick out or punch someone in the face?

Nah, I'll just be me, 'cause that's all it fuckin takes!"

Or, a month later, I'll dress up like Honest Abe

Watch my opponent jump off the fuckin stage

And I'll just stand there in a top hat lookin' like some sucka who got played

But is Rone the #1 contender for the chain? I suppose

But if he's the guy you chose, it was probably only...by a nose

I dunno what Adam meant by great, but I'm adamant I'm greater

This is like comparin' Canibus to Drake, or analysts to players

There's a major gap between us, and see, that's the difference-maker

Some people say we're in the same class...but so were Shaq and Christian Laettner!

Bitch, you majored in Journalism, but nothing's happened yet

Except your mom and dad just split 'cause they're a hundred grand in debt

I've got a Master's in the same field, 'cause I learned how to hit paydirt

I took off-the-head lines and turned 'em into paper: that's a Journalism major!

Make your best shot, Prince, don't keep the king waiting

I'll turn Adam to a bitch from a freakin' rib breaking

Every shot I land see my ego inflating

It ain't even spring training and you see my swing changing

Now, everybody live-tweeting, I want you take this down

Rone's softer than a Charlie Clips name-flip round

Rone's softer than Charron's birthday cake is

Rone's soft as being friends with strippers on a first-name basis

I hate to say it, homie, but you've got no identity

White and skinny, the only things that stand out to you specially

So instead of spending three months doing your homework prep for me

You could've looked in the mirror once and saw your own (you're Rone) worst enemy

And I'm not saying I don't the know the difference between two genders

But how come he and Bruce Jenner have never been seen together?