Bigg K vs. The Saurus

Round 1

Bigg K

You know how I know he suck at gambling

And he has to keep havin’ to come back here?

Cause he had them same Jordans on when he battled DNA last year

I said look, this shit is me and Illmac revisited right,

You can spit two rounds of the bullshit,

Sprinkle in how you and him took battle rap past limitless heights

And aint none of that bout to save you from this ass kickin’ tonight

I said yo if you own a The Saurus CD, you’s a motha fuckin’ nerd

You soft cause he soft, that’s my motha fuckin’ word

You bout to get beat sleep,  clean sweep, imma buckle with the words

Get mopped in the first and second, dusted in the third,

I’m washed up, get yo jaw touched with a quick jab, kick grabbed, he washed up and get dish ragged

This pistol gettin’ banged like a locker in gym class, if my clip blast he gon need shit bag and a skin graph

I’m in the hood where you ain’t posted on the corner not strapped,

Bandana on the face, go to war like Iraq

It’s 40 all black, knock ‘em 40 yards back, upcut ‘em through the roof like Mortal Kombat

I said you a lightweight, this shit is steak dinner to rice cakes

I violate, slice his white face with a ice skate

Corny ass rap, verse K don’t fly straight

I get my mode across, you gon handle bars till the bike break

So Freddy Krueger better tell his son chill

Imma get this dub see, or this mack ten gon lift this chevy up on one wheel

Naw, a gun butt will crack a dezi but it dump still

Your life aint worth a bag of reggie in a bluntville

Like I’ll smack you in the face with a burner

But you aint worthy of the bullet you a waste of the murder

And if you ever try to play me I’ll toss your baby off the 3^rd floor

That bitch scream when I throw it like a nerf ball

You got a semi automatic? I’m comin’ with a fully

Duck tape, trash bags, a shovel and a pulley

Tell Mr. two times everything he fuckin’ with a bully

And you can take them two rings and shove ‘em up your pussy

The Saurus

Now you on peyote thinkin’ K finna KO me, okay homie

Bet and when he catch a fade you can pay me what K owe me

I came only with a set of hands that were made solely to

Make you stutter like the second hand on a fake Rollie

So watch yall I aint come to box on sight but if a bounty on his head what’s the knock off price

I heard you got two strikes hustlin’ rock on yo block all night

That means you so fat, slow and stupid you got caught twice

Now he too scared of strike three to ever let his steel pop

Should of *67 em and kept him in a cell block, I’m deadin ‘em

Real talk, this next one is a kill shot, headed at yo grill so protect it like your milk box

I still got this shit locked in more than one way,

First I made sure my lump sum paid was more they son made

Plus, got a $1000 bonus every time he use some corny gun play

Just to insure I’d see some benefits before I won K

Now look, we met your baby momma, the whole west was trainin’ on her

Snatch her bouquet she was never maid of honor

See people think the lefty is made of metal plated armor

Till I raise that right like a dedicated father

All your white fans online think this cats stay loco

But he’s scared to see a judge like this match aint promo.

See me flash I aint tryna snatch K’s photo he gone meet the hit squad if we catch K solo.

So you need to face facts yea, you squeeze and spray gats

But only Kevin Spacey believe in K-PAX

So whats up yall I’m all night ballin’ like a punk crawl

Lean back I came to catch a body like a trust fall time.

Round 2

Bigg K

He said somethin' like I was so fat I got popped twice

I let a bullet whistle around your neck like top flight

That round you just spit not tight

All reaches no punches B Magic and Fox fight

I say yo after this we poppin' bottles at the Font Laroy

I mixin' Cris with the Spade like Tommy Boy

I heard when you was growin' up you was a mommy’s boy

And your neighborhood used to chase you and call you salami boy,

That’s because your parents owned a sandwich shop

Gettin' they cheese and they lettuce on

Your moms was a boars head beast with a set of horns

And she gave birth at work, he was deli born

Thats why his face looks like a salami cold cut after you pluck out of the peppercorn

I’m like that, get your mic snatched, I’m real rude, you aint like that

You might rap, you steal food and besides that what if I snap in a ill mood

Is you just gone stand here and get fucked up or fight back and still lose

Hold this, I’ll send a whole clip in your jaw bone

Barrel smokin' to the tip like a raw cone

I heard you moved out to a crib in Vegas that you call home

This fifty singin’ on the strip aint Tom Jones

I come to your cookout roll up and past the blunt by you

Stick my hands in your plate like an umpire

Shoulder stocks that fold down like a sunvisor

Twin cans I’m Steve Austin with the Budweiser

Word to the game my whole team gunnin’

I give this twat of body shots till his spline rupture

You in a dirty ass hooptie and you call it green thunder

This stick bangin' on that bucket like a street drummer

You tryna think of rebuttals you need a life saver

But my shit is like King Kong off the skyscraper

Guns under your chin bang violate ya

Brains hangin' from the ceilin' like fly paper

Either it’s one two lay yo sniff or imma come through sprayin' shit

Bullets aint got no names, tell that to who the fuck you who the fuck you stayin’ with

Cause once they see this choppa out

The sun roof, dangerous, splatta the whole block like who the fuck you playin’ with

The Saurus

Alright look you did alright in the battle with Ill Mac, theres no question

But what happens in his matches are no threat to me

See they packaged us both together because they were attached to our old legacy

But we are our own entities, immaculate sold separately

Now bein' a underdog is somethin' I don't understand

Hardly but a bunch cats think he goin' Sun of Sam on me

I don’t care if he come with a hundred man army

I’ll be posted outside like Thunder Dan Majerle

Listen to me, I don't need to grip a uzi to have you wavin' that flag like Mr Fugi

You are just a name on a list, this is business to me

My fist will give your neck a bigger twist than a David Fincher movie

This fool is truly a goon that don't play

So what i gotta do put up my dukes and coach K

Showcase an ass beatin' take away a mans freedom

Stampede him till his fam has to hand feed him

Amnesia cant fuckin' remember he went to sleep and ring woke up on a stretcher

Feelin' lumps in his head from where my knuckles have entered

Cause i got em pointed for you like a public defender

You’ve got a record we get it, you’ve been to prison as if it matters

Two strikes but now you are a different man and you’re switchin' answers

Out west we live by a set of different standards

I give a fuck if you move a hundred packs of that Virgina bammer

I give a fuck about your past, you aint passin' by me

Your next charge is life

So there’s a chance yall might see them interrupt this battle for a satellite feed

Of the fat kid from sandlock catchin' strike three

Round 3

Bigg K

Got damn, you are fuckin' sweaty, somebody need take him to ballys

Talkin' bout I sell Virginia bamma, bitch I get my weed from Cali,

I said look they take their best shots, I find a way to block it

I turn these stars in to stripes shit is patriotic

It’s gun bars in your raps like you gangsta stop it

I’ll have them animals on your head like Davy Crockett

You done committed suicide wangsta

I throw em in a truck make em scuba dive later

What you got them multis or them stupefied angles

Aint none of that gone fly here like the bermuda triangle

I got started local now these bars is global

Shit stain better switch lanes before his car gets totaled

This is words from a killer delivered through a Spartans vocals

I will bag The Saurus like Barnes and Nobles

I say quit rappin' you best find you a hobby

lets get this shit crackin' I’ll stretch slime in the lobby

I’m from the east side thuggin' on yall west side with a shotty

close range ill knock off the whole west side of ya body

No fillin' this dope dealin' i’ts bone chillin'

You’ve been battlin' for 15 years with no rhythm

I crank it in the 15th gear, go get him

Let 4 hit him that go through him and his bro with him

These cold killers, open yah ceilin'

Jerry Jones flexin' now you bout to get checked in The Terror Dome

From up the block Pete will get rocked out his herringbone

Long range i’ll let it sing deep that’s baritone

And you like talkin' while people rappin', that their is a motha fucka

We signed a contract and they don’t pay the fare if I sucka punch ya

But you throwin' salt in the game like you dare me to upper-cut ya

I’ll whoop ya ass for throwin' salt you harry in dumb n dumber

You gon catch these elbows like a kick boxer

I‘ll put this bone through your nose like a witch doctor

I’ll give u a beats out westside, Rick Rock ya

I’m on that shit Pac was on in the gym locker

The Saurus

I can tell from how you talk about SMACK that you aren’t a well paid dude

But you miss you homie’s funeral for your URL debut

Now look I’m aware that every story you tell aint true

But that one is and that sure as hell aint cool

I’m just sayin' maybe some of K’s views are distorted

Now you can listen to this truth or you can chose to ignore it

I’m not tryna to tell you what’s important

Just sayin' you called battle rap corny but you missed your brothers funeral for it.

Even the average human bein' can see the gap is huge between us

This a small sewage leak next to Katrina

This is tryin to shoot the breves to tryna to shoot the street up

You would be a small fluid leak next to Fukashima

You and me way beyond student teacher

It’s like duece duece tryna to nuke Katrina

The big picture of a computer screen next to a movie theater

You will lose, I could do this in my sleep like a lucid dreamer

The root of evil but the pay day right he gon get grade A violence the way they like it

Straight right, cold enough to make the state change climate

So it sounds like if I knock him out the K stays silent

Go head spell check it, yea you sure as hell guessed it

I slept but I’m still better because I’m well rested

When I’m done imma have to get my scale tested

Cause I break em down, bag em up, that’s my sales method

Now I’m a legend so you need not worn me

Dudes beyond corny QP on Maury

And that story about you winnin' I will not stand

Cause you acceptin' this you fuckin' up, go head man