Big T (Battle Rapper) - Big T vs Caustic lyrics

[Round 1: Caustic] I said I know not a lot of people here don't want me to win But that's alright But I don't think homeboy's got enough people on his side So if you wanna jump on stage say now's the f**ing time Said honestly, you one of my favorite's T I don't know anybody else that would fill out the artist registration form and put "Bagel Bites" as a basic need So honestly, I just wanna thank you for showing at A3C Cause they almost kicked his a** off the plane for trying to take three seats Dawg, y'all know me Common type sh** but I like to simplify sh** I'm direct but I'm clever, I just stick to my biz You want any indication of how f**ing big this guy is Keep in mind this guy got f**ing shot six times and lived (Damn, y'all hella mad) Yo, come bring this sh** to my hood, my homeboys will f**ing trample you Let them real f**ing guniees ask you questions you ain't got no answers to So motherf**er I really don't understand your whole attitude Don't be mad at me just cause Ben & Jerry's named f**ing Chunky Monkey after you This motherf**er got his picture up in Whole Foods because he stole food I don't even know how he escaped I thought they cut off his leg at end of Soul Food [?] trying to act like he a could dude You put a little hot sauce on his grits that sh**'ll change his whole mood I said I wrote nothing but fat jokes for you b**h I brought no bars for you Why the f** would I? You look like f**ing Large-senal This the biggest motherf**er alive If we really got into a f**ing fight I would pummel this guy But what I should do is charge everybody inside 20 bucks each to pull out your dreadlocks one at a time sh**, I didn't come here to be kind I just came here to whip yo' a** and give you the peace sign Go home for some me time sh**, this is gon' be real f**ing easy to understand dawg, you don't need no rewind Just cause we on Don't Flop that don't mean this sh** is tea time Call me Netflix b**h, I shut down your Block Buster I pull up and then I click on him like he go the wrong number See I could do bars but fat jokes are a lot funner One time this motherf**er did a somersault, sh** took all summer f** all this serious time and his bullsh** yo All fat jokes! I said f** any motherf**er who thinks Terrance is winning I don't know if Big T is your f**ing rap name or what you wear when you're swimming We in two different leagues dawg, this isn't even fair when I'm spitting And if you think I OD'd on this fat sh** already homie, we are barely beginning I said you a pocket protector, nothing but a lead holder I could beat you on any day, any time, piss drunk, dead sober I said it's the middle of the f**ing day and you still got that "just gotta bed" odor And honestly, you lucky Big T don't whip yo' a** cause you getting all his leftovers Damn for real? My bad Marv' my bad I'm just being extra homie But this motherf**er is so fat he should've team up with f**ing Quest McCody Up here looking like his heart be beating extra slowly But I don't know what else to expect from a dude who's first words were "large cheese and pepperoni" I mean who needs enemies when you order everything with extra cheese? I mean I don't even gotta k** this motherf**er Domino's gonna do that sh** for me eventually This motherf**er know ten languages but he only knows how to say "Dinner please." You the hungriest motherf**er that I've ever met in my life dawg That's why you always in my Twitter feed I said you order pizza on your cell phone Late night when you need some grub Said you gonna die completely alone I think this guy needs a hug Cause nobody's coming to your funeral I'm just playing Aye ladies, keep it real How many of y'all would f** with this dude despite his obesity? Ladies keep it real, how of y'all find him attractive despite the obesity? See that's why I f** with the ATL man, y'all don't lie so easily See thus far they feeling me I mean, look at T's anatomy Any b**h that f**s you should be charged with f**ing bestiality He an undercover cop, that's how he feed his family So I guess sound effects ain't the only sh** he learned at the Police Academy I mean, I'm not a mean guy, I just kinda like this sh** I mean this sh** a Tupperware party dawg, I'll put something inside his lid I mean you can't f**ing rap and the sound effects are kinda sh** I mean it's funny but the whole time I'm like "Damn, Malcolm X died for this?" I mean it ain't all black and white, I ain't gotta write about your race To be honest I don't give a f** though dawg, I said I don't gotta write about your race I find you physically disgusting I'd rather write about your weight They said I wouldn't disrespect him but I'm right up in his face You get outta line with me I'll pop that eye back into place Fat f**ing b**h, ain't take your Midol lately f**ing looking at me on the side all crazy Don't be mad at me cause your eye ball lazy b**h you ain't clean just cause you look just like the Pin Sole lady Aye real quick before I forget, for all that black face sh**, Uno Lavoz is a clown I'll f**ing smack the brown off his face he starts talking in my round See that's why ain't nobody even f** with this clown There's a difference between me, D and Drect and you f**ing dumbing it down Shut the f** up Anybody who named you Big T wasn't f**ing around I didn't know they started making T-shirts out of comforters now I'll make yo' fat a** a deal You tell me what it's like to be a thug in your town and I'll tell you what it's like to f** a girl that weighs less than 200 pounds Aye y'all ain't feeling this sh** so I'ma just be cool Man this sh** is just rude I'm done with this fat motherf**er, Soul Khan finish this fool! [Soul Khan] Pssww pssww pssww [Round 1: Big T] Big Terrance! Welcome to A3C A long way from Smack DVD when I use to lean in the ACG Straight to the gun sounds, blocka, boom, boom, make they team flee This big b**h will have 'em running in circles like Baby D You surprised, but that funny sh** don't work where I stay I'll put a price on this n***a head, then I'll pay I'll take him to the edge of the roof, over the highway Then Caustic (cost it), can't drop lower than Black Friday You battled Big T in Chicago, that was suicidal As lifting a side do' Murcielago This bum a square with the cig', I get to talk Lucy I'm home I was feeling like I was Ricky Ricardo The Roscoe was under the cargo I upped it and dumped the sh** horizontal Now I'm [?] like Billy Blanco Play that John Leguizamo You want the fade? This blade will scar bro (Scarborough) like the hood in Toronto He's thinking it's Rocky/Apollo, but this Roscoe is undefeated Rocky Marciano What's the point of the convo? Clips sticking out like it's Gonzo And the chalk will follow every place y'all go like OJ in a Bronco In the Grind Time days You was the dude that only battled on the stage when the guy that was supposed to battle hasn't shown You the n***a we tell, "We only ride three deep fam'," when you tag along You the n***a that get picked last in gym cla** after the n***a with the gla**es on It's funny, ever since the scene in Grind Time Cali gone You from out west but ain't battled nowhere in Madison That's a line for Chicago There's a street called Out West Madison on it Long story short Caustic, you're the only opponent Eurgh cheap a** had at the moment If battle rap was Space Jam, I ain't reach my Michael Jordan caliber moment But I'm like The Alias, I took out the most sk**ed and talented on it n***a, I'll pull up to your door like it had a lift on it And get to shooting at the door, like somebody hung a plastic rim on it Extends on it, with banana clips on it Balance beam so big, I can practice gymnastic flips on it You lucky that a [?] on it Cause there'd be innocent people dying Cause it sound like music to my ears to hear the people that love him crying Funeral service, funeral service, his mother, brother flying They bringing cuz to more (customer) services than a returning items And I'll be sitting by him Thinking of the worst type sh** Like, "What if the guy that carry his hearse might trip?" He slip, and body roll into another guys pit What if the girl he wife get f**ed so hard her cervix might split? n***as bust nuts like Money Mike D when he turned the vice grips I hope your kids grow up and get good from the [?] you guys did And then they aid get even greater from the [?] you guys did You fall asleep and they found all the guns you guys hid And they go down the street and play cops and robbers with the other white kids And you find time to come with that multi syllable time rhyme That was fine wine up in Eminem prime time up in '99 But since your from Grind Time you was Einstein Now you on the sideline riding pine so much that you could be a principle And give out substitute guidelines I ain't lying, my career was on a slight decline I went from the Dinininon to John John That's like going from Louis Vuitton Don to Sean John That's a pick up game after a prime time with 'Bron Bron Nah, I ain't Mr. Chillackaboo, NWX, today I'm Mr. Bomb Bomb DNA everywhere, Th3 Saga continue Nah Sean, don't check to see if it's O'fficial, uh uh I make Rain check like I couldn't find time In Grind Time you had to come up with something funny I would've been like "Boy your nose chunky as Doug Funny" That's why Grind Time wasn't for me, that wasn't funny I'd rather laugh at the thought of a n***a trying to take something from me The arm in my pants, it wasn't Bundy Chest shot, expose his heart, he ain't got nothing but love for me Soaking wet you a buck twenty, you lunch money, you run from me Not today, I dump the tray/trey like I wasn't hungry Keep it funky, enough of this fake sh** Why we ain't battle in Chicago? The day before you was perfectly fine, we drank and ate sh** Next thing, cuz throwing it up in the corner and he ain't tri- MJ in game 6 in the flu game, you play sick Enough of this racist n***a that's gon' get your spaghetti popped Ain't you the same n***a that called Arsonal a "moolie"? So how do you call an Italian a "n***a"? Somebody said it's "wop" So, you already coming, know it's coming, when you see that steady gwap I'll have him missing, he don't come up with that Fetty Wap Wap wap, I'll speak to your Mexican side too I'll run up on him on Cinco De Mayo Bah, turn the people beside you pico de gallo Bah, sonic boom, bullets [?] sweeping through [?] Get him red/read as when Jesus Christ speak in the Bible When I wanted to battle somebody from Oakland, I would've had Day Now it's grams in the whip, like [?] I ain't gon' lie, auntie ran down get to hitting 'em I put auntie body in a bag like penicillin n***a, matter of fact, what the hell bro? I'm sticking grams in the whip like Charlie Murphy in The Chappelle Show They talking everybody, I thought we was cool I'm k**ing everybody, from his family crew cause they all in the same boat like a family crew Quiet