Big T vs. Dizaster

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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 fuck 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 cuz 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 dumbass fined

I came to check this pussy 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

Cuz 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

Cuz 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 cuz they make up yo niggas to be looking like clowns

Bam dissed yo ass the last round

It was like you fell off in the ring, Manny Pacquiao

You was like a class clow
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That studied hard and suddenly tried to pass now

You took ya best swing at it, but you still quite couldn’t 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, cuz that’s a shit face

I ain’t playing, this nigga talking bout fighting, 8 hands

Nigga go King Of The Dot and a plan

A nigga put up hands on me he a dead man

I’m sweeping up all those (Apollo) off the stage like the sandman

QUIET!

Dizaster

This guy is such a fat cat, in his last rap he got so mad that

His snapback literally snapped back

A little disclaimer before I destroy this fucking poser

This battle is at a Wing Shop, the battle is fuckin 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.

Cuz you and Mrs. Gracie look like

You would kill 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 ass 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

To stand 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

Cuz 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 large fuck 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 and roll 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 bitches 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 thru, 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, cuz 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 nigga get tired playing then it’s sudden death

He gon get the message after I lick a (liquor) shot, that’s a drunk text/tech

Still I come off a gator hand on some Vegas shit

But I palm resort to light em up, no Vegas shit

Let’s talk about the Empire, let’s take a trip

This clip spit faster than Missy Elliott in that ain’t yo bitch

You an Arabic? I fill ya salad up with bacon bits

Gay bacon strips, you the fakest bitch

You let niggas take his bitch

Talking bout he a pimp, he a trick in they relationship

I’m more like Michael Myers, cuz I stab the bitch without saying shit!

We went two different paths, I went to school extra clip in the bag

A nigga 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 cuz I learned how to use the semi in class

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

Cuz 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 fuck

Nigga 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 shit up in ya child lunch

Doing the football field, I throw the youngest child up under a pile up

I put ya shit to shame, this shit a shame

Nigga 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 brail

For having sex, 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 cuz only the nigga’s that sick will sell (Sickle Cell)

You like to fight? Man this is a heavy puncher, I am (Iron) Mike

This blade eat ya face with a fade, you like to fight?

QUIET nigga!

Dizaster

You just ate your words right there like a little stupid fucker

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 cuz if you would’ve had bacon bits

Your fat ass would’ve ate the shit

That’s actually funny cuz you want me to punch you

And if I did your fat ass face would’ve probably ate my fist

So what would happen if I randomly hit you with a *tiger uppercut!*

Nothing would happen cuz my knee would probably get lost

*Inside your fucking gut*

And I’d probably get sucked in one of your rolls of fat

And *I’d become your lunch*

Look at this giant chubby slut 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 fuckin 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 fuck 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 fuckin 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

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 nigga that played in the Barbershop

I’m careless, I could care less, what fair is

Fuck fairness, nigga I’m coming to kill ya parents, on Terrance

I grab a butcher knife, tear it

Rib in (ribbon) ya chest, breast cancer awareness

Who he? Boy I’m Bruce Lee with the loose-leaf

I’m saying nigga, you gon be assed out like a nude beach

First nigga be talking gon be the first nigga snitch to police

Drop dime in (diamond) police station, he Martin Lawrence in Blue Streak

Ooh Wee! Pass, I been through interference, I’ll be through in a minute

I’m just checking the bag like security clearance

Nigga 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 killing niggas that ain’t have nothing to do with it

Open ya eyeball and stick a needle through in it

Poke-a-mon (Pokemon) eye out

It’s shocking to see em peek at you (Pikachu) with it

Tough guy! You gon be catching bullets with teeth, I Sho Nuff guys

I’m just with “Me and My Girlfriend” and she a model … PLUS SIZE!

Anybody you love tries, I’m killing everybody

I’m pulling strings like I’m trying to get off the bus ride

Instead of busting rhymes, going through ya raps

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 control of 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 nigga, him and Daylyt a bitch, I pass through the troll

Bridge, now y’all convinced

They been playing with fags booty holes

Y’all talking bout the shit that they’ll do to Combs

Blog drop, *brring* call got to his phone

Like “this Diz, we gotta talk about this shit 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 shit out of ya

Suck an old Ebola dick of some nigga up in Africa

No H-O-M-O, that’s no problemo

Soon as I take the shit 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 fucking 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 seem so many holes in his lid from the cig

It remind him how a sewer feel…. QUIET!!!

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 passengers 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 as belly he’s probably channeling Buddah through

Black as a scuba suit, massive as juicy fruit

Made his whole album on Fruity Loops

When the temperature in the lab goes through the roof

He smelling like ass trapped in a music booth

Sweating gallons of noodle soup, taking a bath in his own booty juice

The thought of a bitch fucking you sounds awful

Look what being round as got you

Any bitch 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 Butterbean lookin mean motherfucker

I don’t mean to prejudge him cuz the streets love him

But you being overweight’s

Starting to fuck 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 … “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 fuckin obese glutton none of this shit really means nothin

You can’t get a job cuz your dress shirt’s like the first Nintendo controller

It only got like 2 or 3 buttons

Picture him all up in the scene clubbin walkin around with his drink buzzin

Mean muggin all the bitches like “I’m trying to eat something”

You said you running through bricks like Beetlejuice was in it

No bro you running through brick 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 shit goes “Chalaka soo soo!

Chrrrrrr boop boop! … *gun sounds*

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