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 [Round 1: 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, I'ma 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 [Round 2: 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 I bet your legs will wimple then 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 [Round 3: 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, I'ma 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