[Round 1: Dizaster]
When a snake's out the grass, you can see them rattle
So out to bat I'm in fatigues and camo' lookin' for blood in street like Rambo
You thought this was ya window of opportunity
I'm 'bout to leave Saynt stained all over the glass like the Sistine Chapel
He keep referencing the Disney channel in every single battle
Cause he hella into the Cinderella bitch type
Ya mom hit ya phone you gotta be home before midnight
I bet you happy they puttin' these curfews on us
Cause now we get to experience what it feels like to be like this little bitch in his real life

{chokes}

Ever since you came in the game you had a change of heart
You and Geechi were the same but ever since then your trajectory grew ways apart
Cause he became a star and you became another basic player without a mainstage card
And we made you squad, even though when you scream it, we know it's not in ya veins
You just see this as a vessel that can take you far
So today I'ma show the world that you ain't who you say you are
Because they don't know you Saynt
We basically raised you like a dog, you taught you all the tricks you know, we trained you hard
You ain't no saint from God, you a fuckin' Saint Bernard
And people say, over the years that Saynt has risen
They think it's 'cause of his age, it isn't
It's 'cause of blatant favoritism
The platform, the stage he's given
The extra noise we make when he's spittin'
Of course all the battles that Saynt be winnin' are in the Bay or the L.A. division
Where the people are reactin' crazy to him
Cause the crowd is mainly made up of the people that came there with him
Squuuuuad!
We made you a efficient
You was a diamond in the dirt when we found you, we made you glisten
We made you a lot of things, but one thing I regret, is no one made you chip in
Cause we gave you gems, a free paid tuition
You skipped the line, you didn't pay commission
So consider this 50G's a tax fee for the foundation we built him
Bitch the only thing you paved the way or paid for is your own Playstation subscription
And even then, you fill in the empty spaces with your parent's names for the information you give them
What is this? Some type of black mailing system that was made by the Clintons?
Well y'all ain't 'bout to catch me on tape playing with children
Cause I don't play with kids, I ain't here to babysit him
I feel like Marlon Wayans I can't believe you made me face this infant
And straight up, after the shit he pulled off, he ain't no Krack City soldier
The shit that he did to Finesse? I can't keep my composure
Cause she paid you out of her own pocket to battle Rum and you took the money and then you canceled the battle on her
You like, "Nah, nah, nah, I'ma do this King Of The Dot shit. Give Rum to someone else."
That's what you told her
Who the fuck are you to turn down a battle with Rum and then scream "YTG" you fuckin' ungrateful backstabbing poser
The only thing you've ever done for Finesse is finesse her out of a battle you owed her
You just a fuckin' dick rider, goin' from clique to clique
Based on who can give you maximum exposure
And now the Rum Nitty battle is mine bitch, that matchup is over
And that's how you end a round without having a closer
Pussy
And y'all need to cut the cigarette smoke out man! I can't fuckin' breathe in here!

[Round 1: Saynt LA]
You damn near cried cause ya gay slurs wouldn't be televised
In Inglewood, a n***a said the f-word and then he died
Fuck Twitch, on Manchester you better say, "Never mind"
I'm from Inglewood, I don't give a fuck about Lebanon
It's weapons flying, we got guns so big you need both hands
And you can load it with the unexploaded missiles found in your homeland
See, me and Reece opened the Grand Prix and we was fightin'
I've been punchin' since the opening scene, like Leonidas
The difference with me is I won't repeat a mistake twice
So you can best believe, tonight Leonidas done got his aim right, Xerxes
Why send a Persian to murk me when I've been purgin'?
My enemies lay in dirt, where the earth be
As the kings watch from above they don't ever wanna try me
Cause they know on that walk down, they'd be steppin' over bodies
But you don't think that I could kill you cause I'm fifty seats below you
Fuck how high you are, you know that I can see you when I smoke you, that's elevation
You best bring your best or be devastated, yeah
Saynt foresees a godly disaster, that's Revelation
I've never hated, conversate with God
Now, I ain't said to make it to my Final Destination
Disaster (Dizaster) can catch me later
You was tellin' Hays about the Doppler Effect
That shit was trash, you spit it fast
Then was mad when the trash didn't get reaction
But in this instance that was when your pen and pad reflected the style you really rap with
Cause your simple patterns do have the Doppler Effect, we can predict Dizaster (disaster)
Nobody's punched you so I'm here to cut on your last jaw
You brushed Hay off but to brake the camel's back, I'll be the last straw
Cause you paint pictures with straight filler and that ain't divine smarts
When I can paint a picture in two lines, that's fine art
It's outdated to paint pictures when writing, they did in Egypt
Today I'm teaching you a new way to write, like the Phoenicians
The old Saynt was a demon and I'm praying my soul's safe
But I'm in a ring with a star, all I see is the GOAT face
But wait, that's fake news, cause for me to convey you, is Lucifer a straight stupid?
You would think a saint knew that the devil can make music
And that's a fact, if you do got slaps, you don't talk about it
Shit, we haven't seen disasters (Dizaster) on tracks, since the Boston bombing
Big shame, that's a banger you could fill up in your chest
Like Frank Lucas piano, it's an instrument of death
You always rap about some terrorist shit, and I don't like it
This n***a's committed to Isis, like Osiris
And you rap great but you carried this league until your back brake
Shoutout to you, but in this tourney today is yo' last day
Then, after this, Twitch gon
Shut this down at a fast pace
I smoke you then King of the Dot gon' have a blackface
[Round 2: Dizaster]
But the fact remains Saynt, you lied to Finesse
You fucked up her whole entire event
We was supposed to split the bill and eat together
You left us hangin' on the table, you ran outside and split
So forgive me if the thought of eating at the table with you again after this is kinda hard to digest
Matter of fact, next league that give him a plate, I'ma give you guys the tip
Before it's time for the bill and it's time for the sign to slip
Just let the dinner run it's full course then I'ma come from outta nowhere and BOW that's my 25%
Your next meal gonna be in a grave, now you really get to dine and ditch
You lil' bitch
Wonder why we keep you in the dark cause this is Mafia, we ain't never gon' give you any intel
You in a clique with a bunch of Splinter Cells plus a sick and twisted infidel
The infrared equipped to hit ya head and split ya skull open like ballistic gel
I stick a dynamite stick in ya mail
Then run a train on your bitch and turn ya crib into the British Rail
You think you special? I named all my guns after chicks as well
I put a silencer on the Kimber
That means I suppress her (suppressor) so she never kiss and tell when she lick a shell
Plus she also got a twin...Michelle (Ms. Shell)
My other bitch so trigger happy I had to put a ring on her, I call her "Isabelle"
Cause she's down to ring on him even though his name doesn't ring a bell
My other bitch ...
My other other bitch...well she used to be loud too
But ever since she lost her voice I've been calling this big bitch "Adele"
Yeah, you can't do shit like that cause you too soft Saynt
You'd be marked the fuck out, we know who you are Saynt
You even try to take matters in your own hands and you got beat up by Boondock, Saynt (Boondock Saint)!
And that's somethin' I cannot relate to
Cause just livin' in a world where you can find the word "Boondock" and "Saint" in one place, pretty much means that God hates you
He sent you a fallen angel to drag Saynt by his halo
Go crazy with the AK on him
Fuck the long range, if I get up close range with the Bowie knife ain't no tellin' what type of stab wounds I may lay (melee) on him
And then I do the Neo and start movin' at him
Rapidly grabbin' this dude and stabbin' him through his Eustachian tubes
I'll put his ass through a neurospasm
He's always too amped
Soon as I catch him on the sidewalk, I'ma do a Hitman remix and Billy Boondox slam- and Billy Boondox slam- and Billy Boondox slam him
And Billy Boondox slam him face first on the concrete, I'll make you Curb Your Enthusiasm
You told RX, "I'm sorry but YTG is the family."
Yeah? So that is ya group?
Well if that is the truth I'm 'bout to make you eat your own words like Campbell's Alphabet Soup
BAM!
If you don't ever get these hands then you get the letter in the can'
I don't think you understand
You will never be the fam'
You will always be the dude that played both side with RX and Bonnie, you the dog that bit her hand
People like you are the reason why Starbucks in demand
Cause you only roll with Coffee for her brand
They say, "You can't put a price on loyalty", well today it's gonna cause you 50 grand
Don't make me tell you this again, you not ready read' for the big leagues, stop tryin' to measure up to men
Leave the money for the people on the table and go play Zelda with ya friend
Faggot!
[Round 2: Saynt LA]
He just capped and said I finessed Finesse, that's not a fact
They ain't paid me shit so y'all must have been talking behind my back
But I'm a turban stretcher, herding these Llamas for murder weapons
To turn against the man whose slurs turn him into an urban legend
Yeah, Saynt don't play because you built your whole name off race
So it seems the Grand Prix was the perfect setting since the '90s, when I had just popped out the damn belly
You been on this race shit for three generations, like the Andrettis
And now the west is shinin' it up and it's inspirin' stuff
Watching my neighbors catch bodies like Shia LaBeouf
And now it's time for the clutch, I ain't fearin' a thing
Why? Cause tonight it's just us here in this ring
You fuck with me, they fuck wit' me cause when I speak my message is no different
But I tailor my word just for you, I'm code-switching
It's like we speak the same language but you writin' generic shit
With me the rhymes are connected like I'm writing in Arabic
The 19 got him tryin' to think, "Why would he try me?"
He ain't know I could draw down, like I'm writing in Chinese
You lost to Oxxxy but if that was me, I'd smoke somethin'
Like Call of Duty, I kill crowds, I ain't losing to no Russian
Cause I don't rap about intestines and guts, I like bars
And we know you got that sick shit covered, like SARS
Plus, you think Coronavirus' a lie and I ain't mad at you
But if you get Coronavirus and die, then I'ma laugh at you
Shit, I'm at risk, but this' a battle for a massive title
And you might just be contagious the way Frak went viral
But he's Middle-Eastern, where the mask came with bullets
But not the Sarin
So every time he sees a mask he gotta get hot and bothered
But you can ask your smartphone, the science is common knowledge
Even Siri will (Syria) tell you, the mas (Damascus)k is not the problem
Against the n***as, he tend to reveal there's a bigot in him
You crack a black joke, nobody react, he get in his feelings
Look at the camera, in his mind he say: "these n***as trippin'"
On God you a cancer, tell me how is that shit is in yo' toolkit
That's toxic Dizaster, how you get mad when they don't cheer no bullshit
That ain't Crippin'
So fuck that n***a, you claim MAGA, ain't the mind a terrible thing to waste?
Shit, things happen, if it's fuck black lives than I'ma show you your brain matter
It straight splatter
MAGA Man don't stand a chance with the Taliban
Chrome Eagle, we can both show people our platinum plan
Fuckin' maggot, you been robbing the people and we fuckin' had it
And it's fuckin' tragic, small business is dying, the game's tough
So when Dizaster killed the Family Man, I blame Trump
On God, how anybody like this bitch is amazin', I got bars
It looked like Trump threw the kids in them cages
Build the what? Man, I should headshot him for assault
Like the Persian from 300, get a body for a wall

[Round 3: Dizaster]
Check this out
We got a Hall Of Famer versus a part time online gamer
His mom brought him a hot plate to the living room while we were playing video games and he was like, "By the way, that's my mom...I HATE HER."
He's such a bottled up frustrated ball of anger
And I used to be like you, 'til I learned how to stay calm
Cause when you cut from the cloth that I'm cut from, everything you weave together gotta all seem tailored
For you, it's a fashion statement
Fabricating is in his genes (jeans) it's layer on layer
But this thread? Is all cloth talk, custom made for an all-star player
I know who you are more than you know who you are like Nardwuar and you are not a gangster
Bitch you a little problem maker
Such a complicator
But you ain't have to make it hard, there's a easy way to explain it all
When I go across your face with the Occam's Razor
Bitch, and even if I don't got the shank and I lost my bangers
I'm still playing baseball with ya brains since all I've got left is a bat to my name like Naughty By Nature bitch
You roll with a clique of ghostwriters that admit that got ghostwriters, that don't make you good
And nobody in your group can outrap me
And if you think that A. Ward could
Then picture him walking alone in a black neighborhood
Yo, I'd get rid of Mickey Factz if the blade can't, then the razor could
I'd throw (Nu)Born in the trash like Planned Parenthood
Yo you? You a little as fuckin' kid of course you cocky and into yourself
You said back there, when you win the 50G's "I'm like a real rapper now
I'ma do real estate, I'ma go build up my wealth."
He said, "I'ma go to the homies in the hood and give them some help."
You fuckin' kidding me?
You literally jealous of everyone else
If y'all had the chance to have his spot, he'd literally buy a gun with that money and use it to kill you himself
Yeah, cause he wants it all, he wants what he has, what I have, he wants it all, it's all mine
He's like, "I've been goin' hard for three years in a row. Whatchu mean man, in dog years that's a long time."
You fuckin' kidding me? Who the hell let this puppy through the dog house door?
This an all out war
Ain't no friends after I drop this bomb on him
So you don't gotta ask what the Fallout 4 (for)
It all started in the Bunker, now I'ma walk on his roof and stomp on him, this is what I call parkour
And guess what...Mickey Factz, he's still fuckin' lyin'
This guy acts like your friend, why he in your squad for?
He was literally out there for $20 in a CashApp ready to trade in your fuckin' friendship
Braggin' to all the fuckin' squad about you a bum and how he paid your expenses
He's makin' a mockery outta you
Yo, if what I'm sayin' about Saynt ain't realistic then how are you 2,400 miles away from me and I know the details to your business?
This is why
And it ain't just you, I also feel like I'm bein' robbed
He went over to The Saurus in the side and was like, "Yeah you gon' get him", and he's supposed to be my squad
This cut throat motherfucker soon as he even saw the opportunity to sneak me he went for my jugular like Sweeney Todd
Yeah, and after this you can go off and roll with the others
Cause this is it, this is what we get for puttin' our trust in these gossiping suckers
RX this is both our fault cause now he's gon' get ejected off the ship for tryin' to vent to the imposter Among Us

Yeaah, they'll get that later. Hardest video game bar on Earth. Time bitch!

[Round 3: Saynt LA]
So this is what a God-tier battle should feel like
Money well-spent, I win the collective gets build right
Shoutout to YTG, they put me on cause my punches is real nice
Shoutout to Death Certificate, they put me on cause I punch shit in real life
So you can't question me, you ain't gon win but you get the best of me
He said to Geechi he won't concede if things don't go as expected
He's gon lose then start tweeting about a stolen election
But the people already know he's a legend, what's not clear?
Why complain about a stolen election? That's how you got here
So I suggest you keep it rap in this ring or I can fight you
You'll lose your teeth, leave 2 out of 32, just like the finals
Yes, every punch at your neck, fuck around and get paralyzed, like Sean Connery
Cause if I'ma swing I'ma go Barry Bonds
I'm causing pain while I'm having some fun, it's all a game
He threw a punch, I seen it first and ducked it (inducted), I'm in the hall of fame
Like a good barber, cause to me it ain't shit for a quick fade
Plus, I got reach so I create space, like the Big Bang
And you describe the hood to the whites like you been thuggin' for life
You just hang in biology (by all the G's) just to study the life
Cause you try to be black, that's why he and Travis have trust issues
Cause you wouldn't so "proud to be back" if SMACK fucked with you
You said "Fuck King of the Dot" and you moutherfuckin' lied
But their work because the league almost motherfuckin' died
But "there's not growth without destruction" and that's a fundamental line
Cause Dizaster and Organik need each other to survive
See, you could tap in the hood, but you ain't hot in the streets
You don't rap with us, probably, don't even know the squad has a league, West Coast Elites
Haven't heard a bar from you in the slightest
While Geechi seem like the white man how he's fuelin' the Riot, that's how you supposed to do it
Over the hood you hold no influence, you just take from our culture
He do nothing to mold it, groom it
Just like the liquor stores who always harassin' the black students
Another Arab gettin' paid off the hood but ain't givin' back to it
This ain't ya home, so I guess that's something I understand
Fuck the ghetto, you do it all for the motherland
Just like the nail shops and beauty supply where there's hair to buy
It would seem to me the Koreans really ain't the only Parasites, let me clarify
I'm from the hood, this n***a rap for the weirdos
So this shit you claim you did for the West, it isn't worthy
The real LA n***as don't buy it, like Clipper jerseys
Yeah, so you can be the best of all time
In that world, face shot, you'll be a dead boat like the Black Pearl
If we even think we see him pull up then we clappin' something
My dawgs bark and birds flyin' at any whiff of Dizaster comin'
Shoutout to [?] and Aktive, they ain't just rapping and I like your style
They ultraviolet (ultra violent) cause they still purple when the lights go out
So don't even try to deny it, just admit that's fire
You should just paint your body blue cause you a Big Fat Liar
This n***a's dead
Feelin' like he ate a 100 shell clip
100 bucks to his chest, boy that's money well spent