Andy vs. Dizzy

It's about that time Dizzy!! C'mon c'mon c'mon Dizzy!! That's right, uh-huh {*boxing bell rings*} It's like I want to eat his children, I want to have his heart I'm ready [Verse One] It's on tonight, when we get on the mic Step again I bring fright like pirahna bites Slice with precision my rhythm and rhyme interlocks And drops HEAVY, hittin harder than cinder blocks On the march like a mastadon I'm strong and built to last in this rap-a-thon So pass it on, I bring heat like twin holsters Roast a hype beat like a bath full of toasters You want a fair one? (Next) But you're scared run Quit then admit you get lit like a flare gun Your little rap on this camel's back You can add a million of 'em and I handle that But you you got no spine, and me when it's showtime I keep the crowd groovin 'til they hang up the closed sign Guys and girls dancin {OOH OOH} So "Doowutchyalike" but don't touch the mic Just watch nice and close like microscopes As I go set to blow like isotopes Poppa got a new pair of shoes, to catch caribous With the verse so sick I took Theraflu Andy Cooper! I don't need a alias Stun anyone in a hundred mile radius Cause I come off, quicker than a Snapple top And catch jock like Germans on Hasslehoff Daaaamn! Dizzy! Where's Dizzy? Diz? Whassup man? What'chu got? [Verse Two] Let me interrupt and cut straight to the chase Straight to your face so you make no mistakes I can take a microphone and snap it like a styrofoam Cause my style's off the hook like a dial tone I'm pure blend, you're decaffeinated And you're stickin out your neck to get decapitated You have to hate it, bro you oughta lock your jaw As the rhyme scheme drops like "shock and awe" I'm a vet when it comes to a mic check With no interference I get clearance from the flight deck Cause I'm well known in the field of hip-hop You can check my profile like Alfred Hitchcock My tongue becomes a switchblade, it cuts ya down to size Competition gets played, that's if they survive I'm ready to attack so I'm throwing on my hunting cap And count you out like a jumping jack Or better yet Tae Bo, rappers are oblivious That I can get a live show movin like giddy-up Who'd they come to see? It was me, not you Now you must confess I'm blessed like HA-CHOO~! {*echoes*} [Outro] Alright so who you think won the battle man? Aw man there's no question about that Yeah it was me You? Einstein who won the battle man? (Ahh I don't know I wasn't listenin)