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king of the dot - the saurus vs john john da don lyrics

[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 n-gga ever call me john and not double it
i’m cappin’ two til’ that iron land and start doublin’ sh-t
wait ain’t the capital of ireland dublin? sh-t
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 p-ssed when i hear you talk this legend sh-t
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 -ss

[round 1: the saurus]
yo, that was a lot of multiplication bullsh-t 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? y’all make me wanna never leave this city
desperado: my eagle’s singin’ since he felt the need to diss me
and every sh-ll 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-skinneded 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, kali ma, take the heart inside of him
try to dump a cartridge, i’ll disarm the firin’ pin
john, if you ain’t biting bars, why you writin’ bars just like ’em, 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 hollows 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 flatline
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 n-gga name sounds real dumb
he keep callin’ me a fake hollow til’ i give him a real one
the saurus versus pat stay, d-mn, that battle shocks me still
cause how you let a n-gga violate ya dead father
and not get k!lled
just like i told hitman, i would’ve c-cked 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 p-ssed
instead of makin’ dna p-ss, this n-gga let dna p-ss
i said lux was disappointed that’s why he’s given dna p-ss
but you really wasn’t sh-t 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 n-gga 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 -ss

[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 robbin’ 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, b-tch
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’ p-ssy 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 son’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 embarr-ssed 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 y’all 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 k!llers, 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 y’all comment, “the saurus, you got ya -ss 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
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 f-cked up pyramid scheme
you been workin’ for
he be runnin’ a whole scam tryin’ to hustle his own fans
takin’ money from them, punk m-th-f-cker 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 b-tch, seriously
since no one called you a b-tch 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

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