100 Bulletz vs. The Saurus [Lyrics]

[Round 1: 100 Bulletz]

Bamalam got rock bands, you get a more Grimey scheme from me
Cuz this Wretch 32, Wiley rob Matter
That scene ugly, Jehst cuz he Swayed judges with Flip Trix
And deemed funny, Nines Rattlin at him
Deacon bullets get a Plan B dummy
I got a Tempah T, I call a shot so leap dog or your team bloody
Lowkey my Ruff Sqwad Roll Deep in The Streets and gets P Money
Compared to those rappers, what did you actually do?
You call yourself legendary, when it ain’t actually true
Rest in peace, Biggie, Pac, Jam Master and Proof
But I’m saying Bulletz killed way bigger rappers than you
Tell The Saurus book for cover or get lit up like an e reader
Your soul fly, laced over electric lines like some cheap sneakers
Your skin crawling with leach feeders
Or being chopped with a meat cleaver
Guard your crown or you kilt/killed with a big cap like a beef eater
I lost to Bamalam, that’s Pulp Ficiton bring out the gimp
I go Medieval, a bad record player
Better start skipping like a broken needle
Prone to evil, I control the masses with my words
Like the popes cathedral
Now you begging for a pound in your mug like British homeless people
They know I’m lethal see these clips earlier like a Matinée
Saying I got bad bars gets you Two-Cans for acting gay
You didn’t used to rap this way, your whole approach to rap has changed
I taught him how to rhyme and punch at the same time, I’m Cassius Clay
Wordplay, name flips, don’t fake or pretend
I say a Shawshank Redemption line, against DNA you say it again
Behind bars, you just like Andy Dufresne at the end
You gotta walk in someone else’s shoes to break out the Pen
Listen, you gon’ lose today, sensei punching ain’t a Kumite
What got you thinking you’re a peer? This is how Bulletz choose his prey
For even thinking you’re up here, watch how Bulletz chews his prey
Ask anyone in Europe here, if you’re who Bulletz chooses, pray
Before the Grand Prix, you said I would be the next rapper
That would make it
Each punch fascinated, every win congratulated
So I won’t diss your dead pops and make your tuck your tail
Like Patrick Stay did
But when I muzzle him in London, that’s another vet decapitated

[Round 1: The Saurus]

That whole introductory scheme I wanna give him credit
But truth be told, I didn’t get it
Now London, Don’t Flop, y’all have every ounce of my respect
Last time out I let you down, today I’m balancing a debt
Remember when you choked and all they talked bout
Was how you shit the bed
Then I choked and won cuz I still had the round of the event
Homie, that’s how life goes and with three round like those
Bulletz ’bout to be another body found ice cold
His last performance, Sub-Zero, this square down, right froze
So saying he’s a Villun is that something I’ll buy? No! (Albino)
Every battles the same old impractical angle
Bitch a 100 ain’t got nothing on an actual bank role
Your wife told me come through to the pad for some brain though
Mouth open at the door like the castle of Grayskull
Yo, thats how I do it, wait, make a counter move and power through it
You, maxed out your altitude and you’re about to lose it
You got the pound then prove it
I’ll give you ’till the count of two or silence you
With muzzle that’s mounted to it
This is for every human in the crowd assuming I came out to ruin
This chance you got, so I will now consume him
Fuck a Glock, AK, eagle or sniper from a tower shooting
You can’t beat me no matter how high the caliber of round you’re using
See your the same every battle, that’s the cold blooded truth
No growth, your new shit looks like your old footage looped
I would invest in him but there’s no fucking use
Cuz he’ll never break through, I’ve just showed Bullet, proof
He was dead to start, check his heart, severed into separate parts
Just a mark, every bar stretched as far as Central Park
I’m guessing sparking sess around him isn’t ever smart
Cuz I don’t mean my favorite battle of the night when I say I Sensa Ark

[Round 2: 100 Bulletz]

Aye yo Peter Morris, for starters, I didn’t write you (Riachu) any bad bars
But I got a Ghastly scheme for you
Your whore see (Horsea) my charm and her (Charmander)
Pants come off, thrown across the freaking room
I squirt all (Squirtle) over her Jigglypuffs
But that ain’t something he would do
He’d rather poke a man (Pokémon) ’till the bulb is sore (Bulbasaur)
Sack is what P could chew (Pikachu)
Complex wordplay make your head spin
Innuendo that’s the team, we riding High Times
My crew got Mass Appeal in the battle scene
You dont like my Vibe, you must me Rolling Stone huffing gasoline
Now you got a XXL issue, when I give The Source/Saurus magazines
Bar for bar its getting tragic Pete, you don’t wanna scuffle either
Somebody gonna get a hurt real bad if Russell Peter
These hands is what you call weapons ima’ end this clown
Saw 7, the beat’ll (The Beatles) have fans crying
“Let It Be” when Bulletz takes your life like John Lennon
The fat lady singing and the song ending
Radio for a medic this ain’t Peter day, think I’m joking?
Watch him bust a gut when I show Peter Kays
This the first time he hear a lot of talking when he plead the fifth
You a ho, period, this pussy gon’ be leaking quick
We in the UK, I kill him when? How soon is now?
The heater spit, he’ll panic in the streets of London
When Morris see the Smiths (Morrissey The Smiths)
I heard The Saurus got a little kid, well if he having more than one
I show up to the hospital, wait ’till the morning come
If it’s a girl, put the mac down, my beef with The Saurus done
You having a boy, it’s the return of the mack
When I Mark Morris son (Morrison)
You had a hundred battles but ain’t no pucher really hit him yet
It’s ironic, you oughta know when I land this Morrissette
Bulletz demanding more respect, or the mac bringing Peter sorrow
When i take the M11 North and drive by Peter-borough
And Uno banged your ex, shot between her eyes like an elite sniper
She known to spit in rap circles, but ain’t ever seen a cypher
You feel in love with a groupie slut, even felt the need to wife her
She heard him spit a few tongue twisters, then let Peter Piper
Her name’s Amy Jade, lives in Melbourne
Left you cuz you gross and fat
And was 16 the first time you hit it, all I know is that

[Round 2: The Saurus]

Speaking of having more kids, I heard your girls pregnant too
Cuz I put a seed in her stomach but you know that bitch is shady
Cuz she don’t wanna keep it 100
Now every face line that you says quite wack
Homie, I’d rather have Daylyt’s tat than a face like that
And dropping local references, for you, that isn’t a rarity
But that’s all good, he always starts off great and finishes terribly
Now i play poker and I rap, I turned that to my cash roll
So to get ready for a battle, I gamble my ass off
But I learnt some shit last trip, I have to give Bamalam mad props
Cuz he showed me how to fold Bulletz after a bad flop
Now many say I’m the biggest heavy weight of all time
You spend every day studying MMA online
That’s the perfect skills set for how bad this guy gets massacred
Cuz I’ma leave him half alive so he can analyze it afterwards
Oh you haven’t heard?
Making death threats against me will get you convinced
I’m the next Ted Kaczynski
I never miss a fight just dead him with the right
Now his head is reminiscent of a demolition site
Even if I let him win tonight, he’s still falling flat
100 Bulletz is a comic, how much CARNAGE can we SPAWN from that?
Let’s start from scratch, leave MISTER GONE, every bars the MAXX
X MEN then show him a real image he can MARVEL act

[Round 3: 100 Bulletz]

I can’t lie its hella hot in here and you’re right, I ain’t in the best shape
I’m sweating like The Saurus watching an R. Kelly sex tape
You know how many dicks been in your ex box (Xbox)? 360
The only battler rapper selling 25,000 units is 360
Oh you Madchild I flipped your name so much
This rascal gon’ leave Dizzee
My rounds are like the Kardashian sisters, the 3rd ain’t gon’ be pretty
You had a fake battle with Mac Lethal, hop off Pete’s dick
What’s your freestyles got in common with Hercules?
They’re Greek Myths
Your girl said I want you to want me, she a cheap trick
Players line up and jump in her box like a free kick
You play poker? Here’s a heads up, the hand you dealt, not enough
That chin check raise him, watch your boy fold, get off the nuts
In Don’t Flop your body turn in the river that’s some awful luck
Pocket nines and im betting you Phil Ivey/IV’s trying to call my bluff
I got, three, four, fives to ace niggas, that’s one way to get it straight
Wait, 3, 4, 5, 2, Ace, niggas that’s one way to get a straight
These punches gon lean you, I got your prescription
I’m writing bars behind bars like Hollow in prison
In Don’t Flop I got a tradition and this version even better yet
Real talk, if you don’t know what time it is, you better check (Peter Cech)
What I Wright-Phillips will praise, you get dissed and bail (Distin Bale)
You not a boss, only one matter (Juan Mata)
Martin Tyler in this pitch when I call the shots
I bury bury the 4 (Defoe)
Then I’ll son (Denilson) your company/Kompany when hauling off
Sir being (Serbian) left back when I take more than a collar off (Kolarov)
While you doing gigs (Giggs) for Green
Your girl bang the whole crew (Carew)
Palace ugly she turn around, Bent, took the Johnson
It got fouler (Fowler) buddy
Jefferson Price hit it Didier, Yaya, Toure muscle pounding chubby
She can’t get off the dick she Jack ride well (Rodwell)
Your gal is (Gallas) slutty
For the last time I owe an (Owen) apology
This the English Premier League that we speaking ’bout
I done tore his (Dunne Torres) head off
Given these cold (Cole) rounds, he freaking out
Them see (Dempsey) that K, he’ll bolt and (Cahill Bolton)
Run back to Peter house
Better duck or get capped 42 times in England
Somebody tell Peter, Crouch

[Round 3: The Saurus]

I’m glad that everybody here gave you some fucking respect
Cuz that whole round is something no one in your own country will get
I had everyone in the crowd vote on a survey
And you know what told us that you’re gay? Associative word play
Faggot all you do is make a list then say some shit because it rhymes
You’re not 100 Bulletz, you’re the same Bullet a 100 times
It’s like “Breaking news 100 Bulletz might be strapped!”
So I’ma get this broad casted (Broadcast) on life, he’d step
When I PRESS realize nine shots when I squeeze back
An bullet ten (Bulletin) from me, he’ll get that head line recapped
Its hundred bars like that in every performance dealt
By the end of the first four, everyone’s bored as hell
I’m ready for war Bulletz better get him some sort of help
Cuz when I dump lead, he’ll just be a shell of his former self
I wore a belt for a decade strong
You one of those “15 minutes of net fame and next day gone”
Good riddance get this faggot out of here
Your reverse punchline bullshit sent battles back a thousand years
Taking ’bout, “now Bulletz can punch in reverse” No you can’t!
See when someone I know does something I know is trash
I have to take a vocal stance
Example, am I dope, how, understand
You and Dose over lines potent damn
If you think that even remotely acceptable, kill yourself
I don’t want you folks as fans
Why don’t we just reverse it back, four years
Before you even learnt to rap
So you can put it on the back burner
Instead of taking ’bout your burner clap
Or fuck it go further then that one then, reverse it back again
Like The Terminator to prevent your birth from happening
Homie, all I need is a coat hanger and chloroform
Hell yeah your day end, Horrorcore
Your parents should of press abort before you’re born
Because one thing that makes me hate the battle scene more and more
Is seeing the world through the eyes of Bulletz like Lord Of War

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