Dizaster - Big T vs Dizaster lyrics

[Round 1: Big T] See if Math woulda hit you, he brainless But since you hit him, he famous It's cool that's why I see I said I wouldn't come to Cali and join the crew, I lied I wouldn't be Blood or Crip though, I'd be part of the Boo Ya Tribe Boo Ya! Boo Ya! Who outside? Lush like “are you alright?” I shoot him too… braah braah I don't give a f** who mom cries Suit black ties, pin stripes, two black ties Married to players in the game like Joe Dumas wives Wait, wait that was a reach, I said that cause Joe Dumas rhyme But you know what else rhyme with Joe Dumars rhyme Um, I don't know You punch Math Hoffa at King Of The Dot and got you dumb a** fined I came to check this p**y but they don't make a douche that size Deuce deuce backside, doo doo doo doo doosh that side See how he got more famous off a punch then he got See we watched and rewatched and gee shocked us Cause we watched like a G shock I ain't gon lie, you my man Diz' but it wasn't a clean pop I didn't know if it was King of The Dot or happy hour Cause you kept sending 'em cheap shots I prepared minute rounds, but I'm saying this now You put ya hands on him wild and all ya boys was just standing around? Like man y'all couldn't stomp him out you had the man on the ground Universal Soul Circus cause they make up yo n***as to be looking like clowns [?] so a** the last round It was like you fell off in the ring, Manny Pacquiao You was like a cla** clown That studied hard and suddenly tried to pa** now You took ya best swing at it, but you still quite couldn't quite get Math down Big face Arabic terrorist, what a big waste pop At the King Of The Dot got docked, what a mistake Man y'all shoulda seen the look on his face Ain't no need for the doo doo emoji, cause that's a sh** face I ain't playing, this n***a talking bout fighting, 8 hands n***a go King Of The Dot and a plan A n***a put up hands on me he a dead man I'm sweeping up all those off the stage like the sandman QUIET! [Round 1: Dizaster] This guy is such a fat cat, in his last rap he got so mad that His snap back literally snapped back A little disclaimer before I destroy this f**ing poser This battle is at a Wing Shop, the battle is f**ing over Listen here Mr. Gracie In this game you've never been equipped to play me So by the time it's over None of y'all gon have the balls to say that this hippo ate me Listen here Mr. Gracie, I call you Mr. Gracie with a Mr Cause you and Mrs. Gracie look like You would k** yourselves over a Big & Tasty And that's the only fat jokes you gon hear from me today All fat jokes aside I'm not gonna demoralize one of my closest guys For the sake of having doper lines So now that that's out the way… Jesus Christ those are some enormous thighs Those are some unhealthy a** drumsticks T Each one of those tree stumps weigh like a buck 45 Look at that torso, doesn't even belong on a normal guy It's Tyrannosaurus size Scientist can use you in modern day museums to serve as a prototype That stands next to fossils of the bones that dries As an example of what the dinosaurs looked like before they died He's a real gangster, he tortures guys Rolling up to the department store in a stolen ride He parks it, and then he goes inside, no disguise Pulls out a loaded .45 Starts threatening to start taking all the employees lives Cause the last time he was there they ain't have his clothing size And the crazy part about it, that's the same way he orders fries He's a one man army, you can not harm him He'll hit you with the long cans like Chef Boyardee He's always giving out arms And that's one of the reasons that they call him Barney I'll hit you with these fat Clips, I call them Charlie Look at you floppy, blobby, awkward, sloppy All of the carbs he's blocking his arteries Clogged from the Smarties, if he's starving and he needs more carbs He will pull an armed robbery with an AR on a Arby's Someone get this f**ing large f** off me Got so many rolls on display It looks like I'm bout to order a Starbucks coffee When you said you see the bow before you start karate Wooh! I thought you caught a homi But now I came all the way from Abu Dhabi Just to teach you how to catch a proper body What you gonna need to do is… First thing in the morning is enroll in your moms Pilates But, that ain't even the punch line I'ma stretch you out and drag your body bag across the lobby Then toss Big T bag over a shipping dock like a Boston party It's gon be like a Nagasaki bombing When you watch me rap, it's like Ivan Drago Apollo boxing Rocky When we watch you rap It's like Hitman Holla when he almost fought Tsunami C'mon bro, you hating on me that's why he gone hate He never get no b**hes with that Cee-Lo face Big T never gon beat no cakes Unless it's American Pie style sticking his dick in a three-course plate And that's only time we'll ever see Big T bone, steak Quiet man… [Round 2: Big T] Respect us, I come through, have ya block spinning like Tetris I check marks, wrong or right, come and correct us Soon as I lift the tech up, ya man alive he gon be paralyzed Like a Pez dispenser, cause he only could get feeling from the neck up Respect us, automatic when I dump techs I drop bombs, BOOM, Funk Flex Brrrr sound like a solo from a drum set A n***a get tired playing then it's sudden d**h He gon get the message after I lick a shot, that's a drunk text/tech Still I come off a gator hand on some Vegas sh** But I palm resort to light em up, no Vegas sh** Let's talk about the Empire, let's take a trip This clip spit faster than Missy Elliott in that ain't yo b**h You an Arabic? I fill ya salad up with bacon bits Gay bacon strips, you the fakest b**h You let n***as take his b**h Talking bout he a pimp, he a trick in they relationship I'm more like Michael Meyers, cause I stab the b**h without saying sh** We went two different paths, I went to school extra clip in the bag A n***a get rude, we going dutch, what's that? Split em in half Point finger at me, but I'ma give em a blast I got expelled and my CDL's cause I learned how to use the semi in cla** At last, we bring em out, I broke em people I've broken people and broke in people But this steel/still can get out of hand like a Logan sequel Me and my crew can murk you, we like a Truth commercial Cause when we warn you, we all about smoking people For the normal people When the truth commercial warn you, it's about smoking people So I seen you but what Daylyt did in the crib, T wasn't cool with You coulda said something to ruin Day, but he didn't do it Now we see Diz' losing We saw ya Heartbreak Kid taking defeat/the feet to the face That's sweet chin music DO IT! I don't give a wild f** n***a I'm beating the house up and beating the crowd up Ladies with them long dresses at ya church, I lift they blouse up Walk in ya kid school and take a sh** up in ya child lunch Doing the football field, I throw the youngest child up under a pile up I put ya sh** to shame, this sh** a shame n***a it doesn't matter, I hit em with a bang I'll have ya mama flipping all over the church like Mrs. Payne It's a shame! (?) My rhymes written in braille For heaven's sake, I give em hell I'm sending the four door/photo with the text/techs like picture mail Peep to tell you do all that lyrical, spiral, cibral, beribble, liberal, well But that's why ya money low blood cause only the n***a's that sick will sell You like to fight? Man this is a heavy puncher, Iron Mike This blade eat ya face with a fade, you like to fight? QUIET n***a! [Round 2: Dizaster] You just ate your words right there like a little stupid f**er That's pretty ironic, I never thought I'd see Ruben (stutter) Studdard Yo you said you were gonna fill my plate with bacon bits You lying cause if you would've had bacon bits Your fat a** would've ate the sh** That's actually funny cause you want me to punch you And if I did your fat a** face would've probably ate my fist So what would happen if I randomly hit you with a tiger uppercut! Nothing would happen cause my knee would probably get lost Inside your f**ing guts And I'd probably get s**ed in one of your rolls of fat And I'd become your lunch Look at this giant chubby s*ut trying to size me up for what Your nipples are the size of suction cups I would give this guy 100 bucks just to see him try to double dutch Soon as he tries to f**ing jump, his thighs would buckle up And the rope would snap from both sides Like it did the last time he tried to bungee jump I'm surgical with the blade, with this knife I'll slice ya stomach up You know what the doctors call that? A priceless tummy tuck Who the f** you think you're talking to? Let's be honest dude You look like Majin Buu if he shot himself with his own chocolate move Gaga googoo, you look a little lost Baloo Correct me if I'm wrong but aren't you the guy who started Zulu Like African Bambataa crossed with a Walking giant bottle of chocolate Yoohoo Sha-lacka woo woo sha-lack goes woo woo You sound like Shaka Zulu No really I'd push you out the way and start walking through you But I watched X-Men and you the Blob so it's impossible to move you When it comes to eating no one gets as pissed off as you do Last time he misplaced a food item he completely lost his noodles I seen your f**ing Instagram videos out there in Vegas Swimming in the pool with your outfit on with your titties all exposed You need have more confidence and go skinny dip with hoes You're like a Grand Theft Auto character You just go swimming in your clothes What's going on T? I thought 50 Cent said you his favorite rapper Why he ain't put you on a song, T?! Face it, your Dad's sister is the only person that'll ever put you on, T Quiet [Round 3: Big T] Shotty or 9 millimeter? I get to any gun I could put my hands on First I use it til the mag gone Done then I'm looking back for the pump like I forgot the number to put the gas on Daylyt battled Ab-Soul, all the bars was hot Hollow battled Joe Buddens, that's when I thought a lot When they told me Lush who y'all got, my jaw dropped I get the Arab n***a that played in the Barbershop I'm careless, I could care less, what fair is f** fairness, n***a I'm coming to k** ya parents On Terrance I grab a butcher knife, tear it Rib in ya chest, breast cancer awareness Who he? Boy I'm Bruce Lee with the loose-leaf I'm saying n***a, you gon be a**ed out like a nude beach First n***a be talking gon be the first n***a snitch to police Drop dime in police station, he Martin Lawrence in Blue Streak Ooh Wee! Pa**, I been through interference, I'll be through in a minute I'm just checking the bag like security clearance n***a come around with bricks, think to shoot in it Now I'm knocking down bricks like Beetlejuice did it Come see my whip and you think the shooter in it I'm k**ing n***as that ain't have nothing to do with it Open ya eyeball and stick a needle through in it Poke-a-mon eye out It's shocking to see em peek at you with it Tough guy! You gon be catching bullets with teeth, I Sho Nuff guy I'm just with Me and My Girlfriend and she a model … PLUS SIZE! Anybody you love tries, I'm k**ing everybody I'm pulling strings like I'm trying to get off the bus ride Instead of busting rhymes, going through ya rocks You should've worked at the Kwik-E-Mart pointing to the snacks My phone was ringing, they sending paper through, I'm going through the fax They run out of Annihilator juice, you had to get more from the back I hope ya store get trashed, clean some more and it's tracks of lil kids Right after the floor getting waxed But you catch em stealing something and you go ahead and snap Shoot, at some poor innocent black boy in his back I'm like damn Diz', y'all already in controlling the gas Boy you be getting smacked and pretend ya boys holding you back Boy you rap every time somebody sold you a pack And you wrap like ya blunts got small portions of crack Goofy hoes, this n***a, him and Daylyt a b**h, I pa** through the troll Bridge, now y'all convinced They been playing with f*gs booty holes Y'all talking bout the sh** that they'll do to Combs Blog drop, brring call got to his phone Like “this Diz, we gotta talk about this sh** when you get home” Goofy hoes, you Dizaster, I Afghanistan ya, Louisiana ya Twin Tower ya, I Katrina ya, Virginia Tech ya, empower ya Columbine ya, this Glock of mine will devour ya Oklahoma bomber, Osama the sh** out of ya f** ya old Ebola dick of some n***a up in Africa No H-O-M-O, that's no problemo Soon as I take the sh** off my memo It gets on my mental that it's monumental Boy my movie real, load up the clip and take shots like movie reels See how a movie's filmed, and if he moving still I bring the f**ing clip to the steel, then unload the clip til he still How do it feel? We know to the fact that a gun take a patch out his head How do it feel? Man I don't know But it seen so many holes in his lid from the cig It remind him how a sewer feel…. QUIET!!! [Round 3: Dizaster] I didn't want you to be the one I had to do this to Don't act like being called a fat kid is new to you When Lush One seen a plus one He thought you brought one of them fat cats from the crew with you Little did he know that the Cabin Crew pressured us and said that they Gave him more space in the aisle for the pa**engers moving through So they charged us like there was actually two of you Now I don't discriminate I think fat humans are beautiful I mean look at this African Sumo dude Standing here with his fat a** belly he's probably channeling Buddah through Black as a scuba suit, ma**ive as juicy fruit Made his whole album on Fruity Loops When the temperature in the lab goes through the roof He smelling like a** trapped in a music booth Sweating gallons of noodle soup, taking a bath in his own booty juice The thought of a b**h f**ing you sounds awful Look what being round as got you Any b**h that's ever opened a Twitter account blocked you Even Cupid shot you with one of his bow and arrows And then the tip broke off and then it bounced off you Look at the chocolate covered bu*terbean looking mean motherf**er I don't mean to prejudge him cause the streets love him But you being overweight's Starting to f** with your ability to be a G cousin You're limited to drive-by's only I mean picture him all up in the streets busting like Physically walking up to the side walk with his heat dumping And tossing his piece, fleeing the scene like … “Yo...Police coming y'all" You ain't gon reach nothing at that speed Unless I told you the other side of the street had a deep oven Where they bake donuts in cream stuffed in with sweet pumpkin and Listen to me you f**ing obese glutton none of this sh** really means nothin You can't get a job cause your dress shirt's like the first Nintendo controller It only got like 2 or 3 bu*tons Picture him all up in the scene clubbing walking around with his drink buzzing Mean mugging all the b**hes like “I'm trying to eat something” You said you running through bricks like Beetlejuice was in it No bro you running through bricks like the Kool Aid Man was coming From the place where your Glocks go “Shalaka bing bing! Shalaka woo woo! Shalaka soo soo! Ting Ting! Boop boop!” I'm from the place where the sh** goes “Chalaka soo soo! Chrrrrrr boop boop! … Try to turn your car on it's like "boom boom"