The Saurus vs. John John Da Don

Round 1

John John Da Don

Mr. 2 Time Everything right? That’s what defines you?

But when I clock you for your rounds, I am not trying to time you

2 Johns, 2 guns, call me Mr. 2 Times Too

So Mr. 2 Time Everything get everything times 2

Extended clip, car 15, I let 30 shoot

The same clip in that M-16 will give you 32

Bury you, then I let that MAC-10 give you 20 more to push you 12 feet

What you think you getting 20 for?

That’s if this nigga ever call me John and not double it

I’m cappin’ two til’ that iron land and start doublin’ shit

Wait ain’t the capital of Ireland Dublin? Shit

You bout to get chewed for not knowin’ what being double meant

Dammit dude, I’m like a cannibal eating through ya flesh

I’m the only sick animal here, so how are you the threat?

If I’m putting you under, dawg what makes you the best?

And why am I givin’ you a shot if you the vet?

I get so pissed when I hear you talk this legend shit

Cause if this is a legend, I don’t know what a legend is

But every time I turn around it’s a legend that and legend this

So here’s a few legend flips to make this fake legend flip

You couldn’t press Lee if Elvis was the one to name you

And couldn’t earn heart if Dale was the one to raise you

You play John? Son, you will need MAGIC to come and aid you

And find a few Louisville Sluggers in ya Babe Ruth

I’m only here cause I’m getting’ that cash

It’s a body and it’s time for you to get in that bag

So just know when you get done spittin’ that trash

It’s still 2 more rounds of me whippin’ that ass

The Saurus

Yo, that was a lot of multiplication bullshit in his trash talkin’

If you keep that up you gon’ have a serious Math problem

It’s been 4 years and now I’m home to hold it down

Crowd control, I am Bay Area bred, you actin’ sour though

I can beat you without battin’ an eye, but that ain’t how it goes

You get a bat to the eye from Cali’s own Al Capone

Dig me? Ya’ll make me wanna never leave this city

Desperado, my Eagle’s singin’ since he felt the need to diss me

And every shell can greet him like the welcomin’ committee

Til’ he grab his chest like he tryin’ to pledge allegiance with me

You about to get your light skindid life ended

The minute ya flight landed you was blindsided

Like an innocent bystander, I’m the Highlander

Spartan General Lysander

Multiple choice ain’t the right answer to live up to my standards

With all that bar recycling garbage, I’m armed to fight with him

Part Leviathan, Cali mob take the heart inside of him

Try to dumb a cartridge I’ll disarm the firin’ pin

John if you ain’t biting bars, why you writin’ bars just like them then?

For real what’s up with all that copying little Johnathan Johnathan?

Just ask the audience, all of them said that John is a fraudulent

But if he Da Don I should leave Hollow’s inside of him

For tryin’ to be Hollow like the inside of an ottoman

I’ll take John and piñata him til’ he borders on flat line

You see that .45 no 40 yard dash time

You should be first in line in a Slaughterhouse like Crooked I is

For every bar that you took from rhymers thinkin’ you can push it by us

Figured if the Da Don cheat he’ll end up as Brooklyn’s Finest?

Til’ he gunned down like Don Cheadle, end up in Brooklyn’s Finest

Round 2

John John Da Don

You sayin’ I took a nigga name sounds real dumb

He keep callin’ me a fake Hollow til’ I give him a real one

The Saurus versus Pat Stay, damn, that battle shocks me still

Cause how you let a nigga violate ya dead father and not get killed?

Just like I told Hitman, I would’ve cocked the steel

And put it in his mouth so he could talk to my pops for real

And I mean that, he would’ve got popped for real

And sent to heaven so he could talk to my pops for real

And then when Eric sonned you, it’s like he swabbed ya grill

Cause DNA showed us who’s his pop for real

That was a paternity test and DNA passed

Instead of makin’ DNA pass, this nigga let DNA pass

I said Lux was disappointed that’s why he’s given DNA pass

But you really wasn’t shit before them Clips like DNA’s past

What happened with you and Illmac? Ya’ll had team probs?

And you let Mac dump you and without a USB drive?

If Mac died today he’ll be cryin’ into deep sobs

But Mac won’t be effected by ya death, you like Steve Jobs

Cause all you did was take advantage of them, can’t respect it

You used ya right hand and left, you ambidextrous

I’ll probably have this nigga kidnapped, soon as he exit

And since he play poker, imma Hold‘Em out in Texas

Check it, you think I’m bluffing? You sure that’s what you called in?

This pair can flop a Full House, I call these twins the Olsens

If I wanted ya Queen I could flip her like the Dolphin

And blast clips like my last chips, they goin’ all in

I’m only here cause I’m gettin’ that cash

It’s a body and it’s time for you to get in that bag

So just know when you get done spittin’ that trash

It’s still 1 more round of me whippin’ that ass

The Saurus

The Saurus & Illmac, those were a cute few bars you tried

But Ill’s a better rapper dead than you are alive

Of course I had to tell him that he wanna be Da Dininon

And bar jackin’ is something you gotta put a limit on

And now every round softer than a cinnabon

Said you got that fryer tucked?

You ain’t even Robin Hoods a little, John

Listen John, if you spit one more multiple-choice scheme

You automatically lose

For spittin’ the same corny stolen bar in all the battles you do

It’s sad but it’s true, he took bar recyclin’ and made it a trend

Even his own name, he like, ‘John woo! I need to say that again’

But you the biggest biter in battlin’ so bite me bitch

That ain’t bright, I’ll flash on him like a high beam switch

Ayo guys, peep this, he’s such a biter the only beverage type he sips, Sprite remix

This fight might be fixed, I mean, they say you the man John

But without your little crutch, ain’t a leg you can stand on

I’ll leave this lil’ pussy leaking red on his tampon

Leave his whole circle full of led like a scantron

The man lost in L.A. and now today Da Don’s through

You even softer the second time, Breaking Dawn 2

Just egg him on, wait til’ he make the wrong move

Them I’m shutting S.O.N.S. HEART down like taking John Q

Round 3

John John Da Don

Funny we in the 3rd round and I still ain’t crack a face joke

I got a face joke you may interpret as a race joke

Cause you white with a face that could probably make Usain Bolt

I heard around Hannibal Lecter used to battle too

He also went at it with The Saurus and here’s the tragic truth

Granted, I wasn’t there but I could tell he embarrassed you

Cause the winner got to eat the loser’s face and that’s the proof

How you got a wife with that face that you got?

But you could tell her I told God he could save her a spot

Cause I could meet ya’ll at a bar and have her takin’ some shots

And let that Cal-in-der to put his date in a box

Like, ‘Please open the gates for him Lord,’ cause I’m sending him

You could turn him around if you find one sin in him

Just give me the word, I got goons I could send to him

To open up The Saurus like they looking for a synonym

That’s my team of serial killers, the love to get it in

That toast will leave him crunched in a box

Soon as I send him in

That back and forth over the net, I’m not ya tennis friend

But I could serve you with this backhand, bet ya legs will wimple in

You a gamblin’ man but you knew this was a bad look

That’s why we ain’t bet, cause you would of got ya cash took

Now YouTube viewers before ya’ll give it ya’ll last look

Make sure ya’ll comment ‘The Saurus you got ya ass whooped’

As you could see I wasn’t playin’ tonight

Looks like somebody is gon’ be doin’ a lot of prayin’ tonight

But please don’t say the John if you ain’t sayin’ it twice

And if you don’t add Da Don, you ain’t sayin’ it right

The Saurus

I knew in that 3rd round that his name was involved

But please don’t say the John like, folks don’t say it at all

Now I ain’t come to joke around

You know this clown’s been broken down

But for my Oakland crowd, this is how a closing round supposed to sound

Okay folks, imma show you all how John John became ghost

I ride in with a wagon full of white boys like a stagecoach

Got a rifle and a gauge close, and I know where I can aim those

Not at any one of John’s homes

Just that full house where John stay most (John Stamos)

I tell my team keep shootin’, you won’t see me losin’

I will euthanize, eulogize, three piece suit him

And after hearin’ every bar that he keep reusin’

Man you really misunderstood the Free Speech movement

But John John got a lot of schemes

They help us remember all his versus more

He got schemes of his own, schemes that he stole

He got schemes we ain’t never heard before

But one of your schemes, John, don’t get no shine

And it deserves some more

I’m talking bout that fucked up pyramid scheme you been workin’ for

He be runnin’ a whole scam tryin’ to hustle his own fans

Takin’ money from them, punk muthafucker got no chance

To get a dime from me Brodie, better run to ya homeland

I’ll punch you with both hands til’ you learn bout becomin’ a grown man

Right here in this ring bitch, seriously

Since no one called you a bitch for it, you can hear it from me

But wait, it’s the career of his dreams

Cause he ain’t experienced being part of a pyramid scheme

Since he was on the cheerleading team