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reverse live vs the saurus - counter productive lyrics

[round 1: reverse live]
they say he’s a legend, say he’s a myth
if he’s a greek one then it’s making some sense
when son gets waxed from the heat like daedalus kid
what i’m saying is b-tch, to heaven’s gate where you send
so the kick come with wings on some pegasus sh-t
won’t stop with you dawg, keep letting the tool off, the crew got managled
red dots for the front of your squad like rudolph fables
catch him slipping then the metal running through your team while they kicking it like foosball tables
aye, you one of the best at rhyming pete, i couldn’t lie but
you do it in a vocal tone that makes children cry and p-ssy’s dry up
but it works in a room full of dudes to a few you’re a god
but to my eardrums, your raps have an appeal of a blast of a nuclear bomb
dawg, it’s like you were genetically engineered for ruining songs
so be happy you made it and became famous and battle rap found youtube
cause the only place your music would get rotation is for p.o.w.’s in sound proof rooms
on tonight’s episode of peter morris meets a chorus
we discuss the irony of how the saurus is the name that fate found for this cat
but if you read a thesaurus down to the last pr-noun in the back
i still doubt a person can find the perfect words to describe
how f-cking awful you sound on a track
homie, your sh-t is trash
so see me with the bars you getting marked out like prison tats
i didn’t come to f-ck around, cut me any slack
i’m walking out with a body like a piggyback
matter of fact, you insult my integrity you getting clapped
have something pointed at your top like a wizard’s hat
so play games, i’ll have you flying with a sweeper like a quidditch match
p-ssy

[round 1: the saurus]
first things first, both of our shirts are f-cking fresh
but right now, it’s time for the jolly green giant to have a brush with death
i’m coming off a light performance, this is true
how unfortunate for you, reverse live
reverse life: you’ll be a corpse when this is through
time to walk down the street to the store to get some juice
cause i’mma bring this b-tch a brand new 40 to review
i know how important this is for you, so i open those doors
it’s snowfall, i’m cooking something special, hold the blowtorch
y’all wanna know more about how long i’ve owned his soul for?
any time i roll my eyes, i can start controlling hodor
cold war, western block, mouth looking like he smoke meth a lot
if you hit a blunt with him, get a tet-n-s shot
transplant reverse, change of heart like, “on second thought…”
put his hands up and let it pop like pinpointing a pressure spot
let him talk to bone thugs if it helps him reach tha crossroads
what i’m spitting going over heads, they thinking petey pablo
but i brought dope in by the truckload, now they thinking petey’s pablo
you’ll see he’s b-tch behind the lens when cody meets the real diablo
dawg, if you don’t want your head chopped off reverse directions
when my high beams flash it’s not all an urban legend
beyond all that, what i got off my first impression?
the only bands he folds are his hot topic shirt collection
no question you dying in the first
matter of fact, i could probably lose my license for this verse
leave him lying on the curb then i’ma hop into my ride and let it skeert
get 50 feet then pull a suge knight driving in reverse and drive into reverse
you owe your life to dirtbag dan, he made you his co-host and put his son to work
but on the reverse side i’m also putting you under dirt
time

[round 2: reverse live]
i used to think they called you “the saurus” cause of word choices and the rhymes you structured
now i’m convinced that “the saurus” t-tle stuck cause you’ve turned yourself into a walking/talking giant bucket of dino nuggets
and i tried to f-ck with celebrity comparisons that called this f-ggot
ran his face through an internet generator and
all the matches were just different pictures to the insides of pomegranates
i palm the ratchet like i’m clutching your mama’s -ss that turn suckas to target practice
yo never miss a legend when it comes to wetting sh-t call me john the baptist
ironic, cause once i get crossed, i’m splashing
all this happens cause you thought you were f-cking with live
now i’m cutting the lights put infrared on anything that moves for saying that crazy sh-t
what i’m saying is, making brash statements gets any room turned into a laser tag stadium
you got face with mad shapes in it
looking like someone made a mask outta plastic surgery table scr-ps
so you out here walking around with a bacon wrap cranium
or your parents made you wash your cheeks with toxic leakage when you’re only a child and now
your facial features look how your vocal cords sound
speaking of which, i doubt this weak little b-tch will start acting like he isn’t a geek
scream on me with that voice cracking like a piccolo pete
i’ll put a beam to yo’ chest like [?] fighting piccolo, pete
so let it be known, if there’s static, then i’m spraying
that ‘matic, give ovations, keep clapping til you’re brainless
and make a little room in your top like attic renovations m-th-f-cka

[round 2 : the saurus]
look, now i was supposed to murk clips
but since you’re the first person that i get to serve since
we can turn this to a burnt bridge
if you never were sh-t as a wordsmith
just take a rhyme scheme stretch it like reverse did
it works if you’re really that trash
it works if you’re really that trash
i asked the fans up here, if you’d become the man up here
they said you took my torch and ran with it, like i’m supposed to believe you ran somewhere
you’re practically my grandson here
you ain’t never been my rival
i’ve been proud since the day i conceived you after my second scribble t-tle
good luck cody, i thought that you’d need it
usual suspects, you remember the coffee cup scene with kobayashi beneath it?
i’m keyer soze, the writing’s on the wall if you read it
i walk different, in one shot got your mug falling to pieces
oh jesus, ever since that day you almost beat dizaster
you’ve just been grazing in hollister looking for greener pastures
he’s the catch you can’t be co-dependent on
on can we trust reverse statements, ask the co-defendant cody pinned it on
homie, goating ain’t easy, that’s a scientific fact
my bars are all the talk like, “ayo quiet in the back”
for the record, you’ll get cut soon as the vinyl’s out the pack
my cross fade will spin reverse for the right amount of scratch
power nap, now it’s settled
body shot, popping metal, y’all can watch me k!lling reverse and it’s not memento
time

[round 3: reverse live]
i understand, when you got a face that looks like you just survived getting hit by lightening
and your shorty’s still cute, you wanna show it off i can get behind it
but dawg, you’re on facebook, cup caking all day like a sh-tty diet
ayo it reminds me of a prison riot
cause once he get out his cell this b-tch is wildin’
yo, make me wanna pop this p-ssy
splitting hymen’s when my sh-t is firing
grip the iron and tear apart this greek f-cker like a pit of lions in a fit of violence
but i bet you gets no love when i take your b-tch on some player sh-t make her pay the rent
turning tricks, so what? i give no f-cks
i make her walk the strip c-ked up
til the legs tire on that bird like gizmo duck
yo, you play cards for a living and have a tramp stamp that says, “live is a gamble”
so don’t you ever try to fight with me -sshole
you should know more than anyone if you come across the wrong hands your life is in shambles
and i got a pair, what’s the deal? my next move is to hit
but i’m talking rights that cross the nostril cleaner than peruvian bricks
f-cking up your ugly mug when i get to moving my fist
and blackout on them craters like a lunar eclipse
b-tch, catch me down for the hoo-ride with goons right next to me
swinging customs sh-t costing bundles that’ll put you poolside at dubai every week
long nose spraying like gesundheit if you try testing me
and find out i got a double barrel for mr. two times everything
or i can go for the hip, take your soul with the fifth
shove it down your throat little b-tch, start unloading the sh-t
now you catching flash backs to last week at m-ss 3 the way you choking on clips

[round 3: the saurus]
i’m just clocking in reverse, but almost all of my time’s up
so i’m just clocking reverse, homie watch who you wind up
they told me that “live’s tough” they said, “reverse has hands though”
b-tch i got a bigger sidekick than the dirtbag dan show
homie, the fans know, this a bad gamble for you
i ordered the code red you can’t handle the truth
a fifth of jack daniels and a black canada fuse
lighting up the sky whether i’m batman or i’m bruce
i’m asking you, who’s k!lled ’em worse?
i’m klitschko split ’em first
sh-t we all know evil’s p-ssy, mr. bigglesworth
he’ll be looking like a different person when i finished work
can’t even tell it’s reverse if you did reverse image search
he thought that i was just messing with him at first
but i don’t like the way your rhyme schemes stretches as thin as your shirts
you ’bout to see how this death certificate works
so many crosses the neck will twist on reverse like an exorcism in church
i’m getting reverse two coffins
one for him, one for who taught him and they’ll both be closed when i’m through talking
i’m just looking for a boost like i’m shoe shopping
to start stepping on reverse like i’m moon walking
i will rooftop billy boondocks him if he try to mess with me
we can bare arms if cody act like he wanna get grizzly
but if there’s one thing in life i wish i could reverse
i would turn back time to before i started writing these words
before i ever even battled before i inspired reverse
i’d stop myself from starting just to make your life even worse

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