[Round 1: Caustic]
I said yo!
(Yo!)
I said, welcome to The Bunker y'all
Y'all bet' show respect when you talking to me
Cause I've been going through some shit lately dawg
Ain't nobody here want no problems with me
If any of these little faggots mention Caddy, I'ma catch a body for free
You gon' get it, even if you don't want it like a Shotty CD
So stay down, stray rounds from the trey pound break down your Taurus
I said I don't play around, come to this lame's town just to shake down your tourists
I said this shit right here?
This is the reason that the balance in my Paypal is enormous
I mean this shit right here?
Gon' be a Shawshank Redemption

[Psycoses]
What's that?!

[Caustic]
It's a fucking break out performance!
I said, do we have a problem?
Shit Rex, I heard you was the man in Harlem
But I haven't met a rapper from New York that hasn't robbed him
Y'all think Randy savage, but I'm Andy Kaufman
You catch a bullet long range, I'll Randy Moss him
I just came here to preach, like Randy Watson
I pitch 'cane on Randy block with Randy watching
White boy pitching birds like Randy Johnson
I said, so what you want?
Get your life ended in less than five minutes
My left hand high five bitches
The right hand flies so fast it defies physics
I mean I might as well slang 'cane
Everybody got they nose in my business
I said this cocaine pays my fucking taxes dawg, I call it my white privilege
I says, this is what I'm trying to teach you about bringing in some revenue
I mean, you leaving here breathing is completely unacceptable
I mean you coming for the beep, but you leaving here a vegetable
I teach this little bitch a lesson like Leon The Professional
Said I'm never going broke I'm a cheapskate
Two shots, you fucked, that's a cheap date
You get checked at the door like sweepstakes
I got no class I'll pistol whip him til the spring breaks
So Avacado keep watching don't stop no cameras
You get strung up, solo but I'm not Santana
Cause you get your fucking skull cracked when I palm them hammers
Catch a knot in yo' forehead like Pac bandanna
[Round 1: T-Rex]
Grown man bars, something he gotta deal with
No matter how many of them fabricated lines he just said
It ain't gon' equal up to this real shit
Harlem legend for real
You should have respect for me
So later on you might as well go beat Organik off just for you to stand next to me
I got real n***as on the ave too
They letting off at anybody that pass through
These n***as always in a bad mood
They be serving n***as out the window, you will think they got fast food
At 12 o'clock it ain't no Cinderella or no glass shoes
It's n***as with Mac's, Uz' and a bunch of gang tattoos
Now you go 'head and keep fronting for your man
All that'll get you is a rest in peace shout out on the 'gram
The grams is hot the work is in the 40s
Hollow I got it for 40, 100 or his shawtys
Give me five or ten, call me
If he real I might walk around with that on me
Get him off me, before I get this n***a hit
You try me, you must want a Dead Man membership
No I'm not a Blood but I leave him laying in the shit
Extended clip, go blattdada or draitditdit
N***as like him talk about the streets I'm really in them shits
The difference is it's my life that y'all mentioning
And I ain't proud to have a gat in my palm
Die for my man though I just sold crack to his moms
It's either that or [?]
I'm looking for a way out
Hoping for the odds but this street shit don't weigh out
Once you go to jail it seem like you can't stay out
Thinking 'bout some negative shit on your first day out
Now you see the reason why my brother's chilling
We done made a quarter million in my mother building
We found out some faggots wanna fuck us squealing
Diz' we had to relocate to another building
Damn!
Started over and get a new flow/flo'
I'm a D1 battle rapper, he [?]
I'm Michael Jordan he Kukoc
Know what that means? Shoot when I say do so
I'm a grand champion and he a blue nose
You a Fossil watch and I'm Hublot
Free my n***as and my n***a Al
Them faggot ass police will hold a n***a down
You remind me of Trump when election time
You getting votes but don't nobody respect this guy
I'll put this n***a in a suit like it's his second prom
Run up on him, no drawing but that weapon drawn
T in the spot, they done brought the king of the Dot back to King Of The Dot
Easy
[Round 2: Caustic]
What's up with all the cheerleaders homie?
You need to calm down your man
Shit, I mean any second I'm just waiting for Queenzflip to know the fucking cereal out your hand

[T-Rex]
What cereal?

[Caustic]
No, cause you're his son and his son eating the cereal. Is that cool? Can I use that line? Thank you man

Grown man bars, something I gotta deal with
Well you let me know when you see an adult Randy cause I'm just about ready for some real shit
You keep popping off this shit will get incredibly real, real quick
Cause yo' persona is "kill shit"
Your outfits says "field trip"
I said, so I don't wanna hear shit about how he gon' fill my body with lead
I mean I'd rather talk about your haunted ass closet instead
I mean, I know these tiny ass t-shirts are part of some popular trend
But your shirt is so fucking medium it could probably talk to the dead
I said, these monos, you ain't trying to see mine
I said, you put your dukes up and I'm finna take off like a G-5
I mean if it's some other shit, I pull that thang out
You ain't even gotta reply
I put that shit right in yo' face, careful homie, that's how you get pinkeye
He said, "Mook want 25K for a battle that's ill"
For 25K Rex will kill somebody for real
Back in the day, I was like, "Damn, that was ill."
I mean dawg I'm not even finna hate, I mean that was the shit in his day
That was one of the shit that got you considered a great
I mean that shit's one of the reasons you a legend today
Then I listened to it back and it's a little different today
I mean are you willing to say that for 25K
You are willing to sit the rest of your days sitting in a cage
For what you can make on six months of fucking minimum wage?
[T-Rex]
For real

[Caustic]
Yeah? For real?
That's yo' strategy?
That's how you gon' support yo' family?
You out here catching bodies for a down payment on Toyota Camry?
See, this is for all those people that said I was gonna 3-0 you badly
And they goddamn right there's still a lot mo' shit I haven't told you Randy
I said I would've thought the Dot Mob would've had some hirer standards
And I don't know when your birthday is but that shit on yo' ears is a fucking sign of cancer
They said, "What the fuck is Randy?" I don't know I'm trying to find an answer
And that's when they told me that this cat literally married a battle rapper
Hahaha
I said, for real? That's some hilarious shit
Can I rock for a minute?
I mean, I bet every time Rex write a verse you gotta

[T-Rex]
They stopped me

[Caustic]
Fuck it man, c'mon y'all you cut me off
They don't wanna let us bang

[T-Rex]
It's not me

[Organik]
You guys wanna finish your shit

[Caustic]
Go 'head, go head

[Daylyt]
Nope, nope. Y'all didn't let- nope. Nope

[Round 2: T-Rex]
You just made a battle reference on a Toyota Camry, that's right
But if Organik and them n***as come up with 25K n***a I'll kill you tonight
My little bastards grow up and kill they daddy
It's strange, you make 'em mad and they get trigger happy
A n***a starts something with me, I send 'em at him
Cock 'em and send 'em at him then hide out in Cincinnati
Right at my cousin Ray-J's spot
With more Bentleys in the garage than Ray-J got
I have some minors run up on you with them AK's cocked
Most of them n***as is killers that's that Mayday stock
You be arguing, trying to make your point on a gram
I'm hustling, I'm out here putting points on the grams
You can tell by the tone of a n***a voice when he scared
Since it's a kid I snuff n***as that talk with they hands
He the type, watch battles with his broad and be loving 'em
Them hoes follow us on gram, I.C.E. we be fucking 'em
Put them bitches on the block list, we be ducking 'em
Y'all like Siamese twins n***a you stuck with 'em
Ones gotta function 'em, two chicks just like clips, we be dumping 'em
Lay low until the summer come
You violate me, I'ma kill every one of 'em
This is Dot life, you get shot twice like a one and one
My block clicking, I do it myself til the pumper come
Do dirt to me? You can get found under some
Battle rap, I'm number one
Best that's in the game, he can do it in six weeks and go off the chain
[?] Andy Capp, I'm Liu Kang
Smart, bite harsh, scratch hard on 'em dame
I ruin n***as, after me it'll never be the same
Yung Ill was good against me, but since he ain't never been the same
Hate to say his name but I had to prove a point though
Your bitch give up the head and the butt, call her Ocho
Might shoot out the country with the president and also
Favorite two weapons, the Desert and the fo' fo' (.44)
I got some weed for 31 but it ain't Reggie Miller
And I always got enough, I'm a heavy hitter
Your man front on me I put Bo Dereks in 'em
My n***as rep CK, you know, Catch and Kill 'em
And we got a spot where we gon' bury him in this
Easy

[Round 3: Caustic]
I said, Rex at his last battle
Oh shit!
Dawg if that was so true that shit would be a miracle
But I don't know how you gon' retire dawg you fucking quit two years ago
So this is it?
This is yo' retirement plan?
Caustic?
This is how it finally ends?
I said, shit man I was just trying to get you inspired
Get you hyped up again
Get you fired up, get you writing again
Get it off, rehearse it, cross it out, rewrite it again
But I swear to God Rex, if you fucking recycle again
This shit will be one light, [?] one prayer don't scroll without typing "Amen"
Dawg, every fucking verse you do is about how you gon' tuck that nine
So I can see some confusion but you fucking love that rhyme
The Total Slaughter shit, you fucking did that shit twice and decided to run it back one last time
You did three verses from the same song dawg you have a fucking one track mind
I said, Caustic homie
This is battle rap made easy
Every verse you've ever spit in your whole battle career is from the same CD
I mean, you should've quit two years ago but you stayed cause you remain greedy
I said, you keep breaking code I'll put a cartridge in your top, you a Game Genie
I said the last few years, we haven't really seen improvement
They should call you "Tomb Raider" Rex, this bitch's career is in ruins
So cut the tough guy shit, either shoot the fade or keep it moving
You let being a sidekick go to your head dawg, that's Sweet Chin Music
Now it's 2016, he's ready to throw in the towel
Tired of being a gangster
I bet he talk like Carter Deems when no one's around
Dawg, you at what age making threats? Dawg how old are you now?
Yo' mixtape, In Living Color, they don't play that shit cause Homie's a Clown
I said, you better thank your lucky stars all those years of Mook holding you down
Cause if it wasn't for him back then, nobody would even notice you now

{Someone faints in the crowd}

[T-Rex]
Damn, you that good my n***a

[Caustic]
Damn, I'm coming back out
Bars so good make a bitch pass out

I said, you better thank your lucky stars all those years of Mook holding you down
Cause if it wasn't for him back then, nobody would notice you now
But I'm starting to get deja vu every time you go through your rounds
The shit's like Jurassic Park, this ain't the first time we seeing T-Rex with the G.O.A.T. in his mouth

[T-Rex]
Pause!

[Caustic]
I said, he puts the blunt in his foot and you smoke that shit
He hands you water bottles at events and you hold that shit
You half a grown mans size yelling, "Grown man shit"
Yo' bars wikipedia, anybody could've wrote that shit
I said you talk any kind of that shit I'm letting it fly
I dump three shots, run three blocks and then I ditch to the sky
I said you, Mook and Roc, I put these kids in the sky
Just three Dots in a box, I'm still waiting for this bitch to reply

[Round 3: T-Rex]
Yo Caustic
That bullshit you be spitting really can't make me stand you dawg
And that was a man that passed out so that shows how much of a man you are
Faggot
I was raised around killers, fly minks and new cars, chinchillas
Beef we Zooland 'em I.C.E., Ben Still 'em
Fuck the metaphors that mean get the ratchet and kill him
No dinner, we eat it after school at the center
That's the shit that made me me so I remember
Lot of n***as think shit's sweet, but it's bitter
Bunch of n***as turning to bitches; Bruce Jenner
I used to really hit the ave with them nickle bags
Same size as n***as dimes, that'll get you mad
Good work, I saw him so I'm gonna finish fast
If you get mopped, just don't Teddy Pendergrass
Swear the shit that's what I learned from my brothers
There ain't no snitches in my family, what I learned from my mother
My mom said, "Fuck 'em all" don't turn on each other
If it go down in a blaze just don't turn on each other
Real shit, we ain't we ain't Math or Dose so don't swing on him
Unless upstairs and Heaven got a place for him
He laid out on the floor with no brain in him
Caustic ain't using it anyway, pray for him
I don't make none of these situations practical but swing on me?
Some shit is gon' come back to you
And I hate for you to be the person it's gon' happen to
But you the person it's gon' happen to
Really I'm the best
It's homeless slugs I'll have them living in his chest
It's real when a real n***a give you your respect
Before I turn state they'll sentence me to death
See, you the type that talk shit until some shit done
You get a tube to eat and a bag where your piss run
There's a bunch of money out here, I'm trying to get some
I had a harder way (Hardaway) with them nicks, I'm like Tim's son
I was selling soft and was flipping hard
I know n***as that'll get a charge before they get a job
I'm with the Mobb, Mook to think I'm the live wire
Daylyt, drive-by ya, shooting while he drive by ya
You can't see in these windows cause it's the past tense
I be riding through the slums with the Mac grip
At any time I be thirsty to clap shit
I'm ready to air out the can I'm Flat Fix
I'm aggressive at all times
Take you rich n***as on that Wayne Perry car ride
Ah, I'm talking guns and butter
[?] I get him, I give the guns to butter
Motherfucker
Easy