Grind Time Now - Dizaster vs Jerzy Swift lyrics

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Grind Time Now - Dizaster vs Jerzy Swift lyrics

[Round 1: Dizaster] So there's a part where you said something about battling a dragon And then you told me, "Take that as a threat" So I can do is combine 'em both and all I can think about is your breath Listen f*ggot, you gotta be joking I mean Lush, what the f** are you smoking? This motherf**er done brought me to the same room that I choked in But right now the curse is broken I wave the electromagnetic pulse then I'm burst you open I'm the bad man from the west coast, I'm west coasting If you disagree catch a backhand like the US Open You have the skin pigmentation of Greg Oden But you are as intimidating as Seth Rogan Let him joke, don't wave your hands let him choke, I'm never joking b**h I'd even wrestle Hogan I'll grab Jerzy Swift by his neck and choke him like an episode of Greco Roman He wants to be a gangsta then the Tec exploding You will find him in his sweater soaking H.E.M.O. globin See what's sad about you is you can't see how much you s** You're so wack after your last round, even the crickets were in the background like, "What the fu*k?" You're wack as f** you could never do bodily harm You look like a s*ut when you're crossing your arms See me I freestyle cause I can do it better And that just happened ironically rhyme with "stupid sweater" I'm 'bout to get up on some random sh** When lights flash I become Gambit quick You better be mad equipped before you get manhandled with This ax to your abdomen that will shatter your back and hips And put you in a bag faster than Charles Manson's b**h Homie you could never match the prince But a new dawn has to begin I'll hit you with this hand crafted a** whipping that I've mastered within And smack you so fast in your chin You accidentally do a Tiger Swipe and automatically spin And your back will fall apart faster than a wall when it collapsed in Berlin You could never battle Dizaster and win But if you do, your chances are slim That's like crashing on the Titanic only to beat out one guy that crossed the Atlantic and swims You I don't know- I mean I don't know You walk with a legend You're a novice, my progress is a lot better You don't palm sh**, no science forensics, you're not Dexter Stop guessing this mark's gender You're not fresh you're a cross dresser I bet you got a gay alarm sensor on your top dresser That goes off whenever you put on your mom's sweatshirt He went to jail, became a co*k fetcher Now he got AIDS buried deep inside him like the lost treasure Every time you get locked up they should hang a sign up above your a** that says "Beware of the dogs, do not enter." You think I'm scared of you and your squad member? You f*ggots hang out performance and arts center I'll surround you with more shots than a bartender Then I'll put your father in an arm bar like Brock Lesnar You're a shopping ball cart vendor See people refer to you as Jerzey Swift, but to me you just the homie Big Hurt 'Em's b**h Oh yeah, shut you're a pirate and a bu*t piper Relax and have a Budweiser How is he a thug rhymer when last he was seen in that one cipher sporting skinny jeans and a sun visor You have a fetish for peeing and you even f** minors I bet your ultimate dream is to do a scene on muff divers Eating out a b**h that looks like Eve from Ruff Ryders And since he's from Jersey like that f*ggot Arsonal He's a bus driver [Round 2: Dizaster] It ain't a thing for me to f**ing break you The last ten minutes what have you accomplished Besides making everybody in this f**ing crowd hate you? You keep talking sh** about my girl but you barely rhyme You just mad cause you thought your chick was very fine But she looks like sh** compared to mine You look like you f**ed up off of seven Ecstasy pills You fit the description of a f**ing rapper that can't wait to sign his record deal So he can cop a Bentley and chill You are the f**ing epitome of a f*ggot rapper who buys a mansion in Beverly Hills And next month ends up broke as f** cause he can't pay his energy bill Let me kick you down with a little game Who the f**s your favorite rapper? Lil' Wayne? Listen, sacrificing your image is never worth it at the expense of a little fame Which brings us to today? No one knows what your name is but we all wanna see you stop breathing Cause you stupid enough to want to become famous for all the wrong reasons I mean, what you think was gonna happen after this battle you f**ing f*g You gonna get a 100,000 views and proceed to become the battle rapping's scene punching bag I bet your father looks like a Somalian Rob Reiner That motherf**er has arthritis and he got Alzheimers Your mom has a pair of long side burns that remind me of the stripes on a Dodge Viper You think you're gangster? I'll ambush your block with a flock of armed snipers Throwing bullets at your noggin the size of car lighters You're not a battle rapper you're a f*ggot a** song writer And even at that, you're a part timer Your hobbies are roller blading, you're a rock climber You cannot f**ing rap with me I'm a top rhymer I already told you last time, I'll scar you up You little f**ing f*ggot, let's start talking rap And talking 'bout how if you talk over me I'm gonna sock this cat If you dare set foot [Jerzey Swift] You're lying [Dizaster] Shut up b**h! If you dare set foot next to my f- Listen you f**ing f**, don't you talk over me And don't f**ing do this to me You better thank me for giving you this opportunity So at the end, before you talk over me There's something you should know, don't temp me Have some f**ing respect motherf**er yeah, respect me Cause I told you your bars are wack No one gives a f** how much you charge for tracks Your mom looks like the Martian from Mars Attacks If you dare set foot next to my father's falafel shack I'll launch a rocket at your apartment flat and leave your whole f**ing apartment flat I'll show up to one of your f*ggot a** after parties in a hockey mask and let the shotty blast Put every single member of your b**h a** posse inside a body cast And walk up and sign 'em an autograph If you lying and you deny it then someone needs to supply you a polygraph You looking hella outta place like Mark McGrath If he ever stepped into a cipher wearing a stocking cap Motherf**er you so awkward that I forgot that you're black And thought of that Stockton cat Battling me is like trying to teach Mr. Miyagi a karate cla** Or challenging Rocky to a boxing match Guarantee that your arm will snap Catch him on the freeway, sock you across the dash causing your car to crash By the time you get to the hospital where the doctor's at They'll be pulling shards of gla** apart from your Starter's cap Go ahead f*ggot, respond to that This muhf**er wanna argue back You're just bothered that I couldn't get your father back his job at OfficeMax Give it up for Jerz, he knows where all the hot Spanish mami's at Except the only problem is that, they're all probably fat And they got Army tats f** you, your mom, your dad, your dog, your cat Whoever taught you to rap You even get your barber clapped You're looking hella outta place like you forgot your map You're looking hella lost in fact you probably need an Almanac You're not sick you're a hypochondriac with a body rash And you probably got a doctor's pa** You never been a rider on the block selling blocks of hash The only four quarters that you probably have are for your laundry mat Go k** yourself f*ggot [Round 3: Dizaster] And now Saddam comes from his cave And shows him how f**ing the definition of being brave I mean if this muhf**er gave me a chance, I'll probably cream on his wife You probably got the funniest looking ears I ever seen in my life You're wack as f** You're older than a f**ing dinosaur You are so wack you make me not even wanna rhyme no more I mean, why would you tempt me? When I'm spitting I'm risky An Egyptian guide gypsy after 5950 Spitting rhymes like I was addicted to sniffing lines swiftly Unbelievable like my vision was depicted by Ripleys [?] with your time shifting sending shivers in your spine like you were in the sky drifting This suspicious guy's tripping You think you earn a decent living cause you work a 6:00-5:00 chicken thigh flipping I'd rather k** a guy than live my life simping Get caught by the pigs tonight that's wishful type thinking If you think that I would ever live inside prison Then get the nine hit him then I'll dip to a crib I've hidden You ain't got sh** on my rhythm I'll follow Nike's request and Just Do It Sever your head and turn your legs into fluid Dump lead in your Buick without putting any effort into it And have your skeleton removed before you can get rescued by the medical unit You're wack as f** and you an amateur Don't be mad at me you're wack and start flipping off the camera You're weak as f**, just like you're f**ing [?] Off the top of the dome motherf**er, you will get messed up I already told you last time, you keep talking about last week You're mad I voted against you that's f**ing why You wanna know why I voted for the other guy? Cause you were softer than a bu*terfly I mean this motherf**er can't even kick a free This stupid idiot came here rapped about Vision more than he rapped about me Listen, I'm Dizaster, the dude with a bunch of clever disses plus a Beretta that never misses Effortlessly I sever heads in less than several minutes You will never find a better lyricist I'm on a different level of physics You follow the curriculum while I'm bending the limits I'll jaw check you and send you to the medical dentist And have your grill looking like it was infected with Syphilis Better get my doe right Cut that check with eleven digits before I push that Snow White like seven midgets I can beat you at your own game Guns or d** you never see me fail I'm a born hustler give it to you in detail Move ecstasy in envelops that's what I call e-mail This motherf**er is wack why am I even battling him for? This sh** has been over since the first line I don't even gotta rap anymore It's over, I'm done, you're wack as f** and you're nameless So thank me at the end cause I just made you famous

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