John John Da Don vs. The Saurus [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 (24)?
That’s if this nigga ever call me John and not double it
I’m cappin two til that iron land and start doubling shit
Wait, ain’t the capital of Ireland, Doublin? Shit
You bout to get chewed for not knowing what being double meant/mint
Dammit dude, I’m like a cannibal eating thru ya flesh
I’m the only sick animal here, so how are you the threat?
If I’m putting you under, dog, what makes you the best?
And why am I giving you a shot if you the vet?
I get so pissed when I hear you talk this legend shit
Cuz if this is a legend, I don’t know what a legend is
But every time I turn around it’s legend that and legend this
So here’s a few legend flips to make this fake legend flip
You couldn’t press Lee (Presley) if Elvis was the one to name you
And couldn’t earn heart if Dell was the one to raise you
You play John? Son (Johnson), you’ll need MAGIC to come and aid you
And find a few Louisville Sluggers in ya Babe Ruth
I’m only here cuz 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 spitting that trash
It’s still 2 more rounds of me whipping that ass!

[Round 1: The Saurus]

Yo! That was a lot of multiplication bullshit in his trash talking
If you keep that up you gon have a serious (Serius) Math problem
It’s been 4 years and now I’m home to hold it down
Crowd control, I am Bay Area bred (bread), you acting sour tho (dough)
I can beat you without betting 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 the city
Desperado, my Eagle’s singing since he felt the need to diss me
And every shell can greet him like the welcoming committee
Til he grab his chest like he trying to pledge allegiance with me
You about to get your light skindid 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, Cali mob take the heart inside of him
Try to dump a cartridge I’ll disarm the firing pin
John if you ain’t biting bars, why you writing bars just like ‘em then?
For real what’s up with all that copying little Johnathan Johnathan?
Just ask the audience, all of em said that John’s a fraudulent
But if he’s Da Don I should leave Hollow’s inside of him
For trying to be Hollow like the inside of an Abutment
I’ll take John and piñata him til he borders on flat line
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 with Brooklyn’s Finest?
Til he gunned down like Don Cheadle, end up in Brooklyn’s Finest

[Round 2: John John Da Don]

You saying I took a nigga’s name sounds real dumb
He keep calling me a fake Hollow til I give him a real one
The Saurus versus Pat Stay, damn, that battle shocks me still
Cuz how you let a nigga violate ya dead father and not get killed?
Just like I told Hitman, I would’ve cocked 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
Cuz DNA showed us who’s his pop for real
That was a paternity test and DNA passed
Instead of making DNA pass, this nigga let DNA pass
Lush was disappointed that’s why he’s givin DNA Pass
But you really wasn’t shit before them Clips like DNA’s past
What happened with you and Illmac? Y’all had team probs?
And you let Mac dump you and without a USB drive
If Mac died today he’ll be crying into deep sobs
But Mac won’t be effected by ya death, you like Steve Jobs
Cuz all you did was take advantage of ‘em, can’t respect it
You used ya right hand and left, you ambidextrous
I’ll probably have this nigga 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 called in?
This pair can flop a Full House, I call these twins the Olsens
If I wanted ya Queen I could flip her/Flipper like the Dolphin
And blast clips like my last chips, they goin all in
I’m only here cuz 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 spitting that trash
It’s still 1 more round of me whipping that ass!
[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 jacking 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 robbing/Robin hoods a little John
Listen John! If you spit one more multiple choice scheme
You automatically lose
For spitting the same corny stolen bar in all the battles you do
It’s sad but it’s true, he took bar recycling and made it a trend
Even his own name, he like: “John! ….wooo! I need to say that again!”
But you the biggest biter in battling so bite me bitch!
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 may 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 pussy leaking red on his tampon
Leave his whole circle full of lead like a Scantron
The man lost in L.A. and now today Da Don’s thru
You even softer the second time, Breaking Dawn 2
Just egg him on, wait until he make the wrong move
Then I’m shutting son’s (S.O.N.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
Cuz 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 embarrassed you
Cuz the winner got to eat the losers 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
Cuz I could meet ya’ll at a bar and have her taking some shots
And let that Cal in thurr (Calendar) to put his date in a box
Like, “please open the gates for him Lord” cuz 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
Open up The-saurus like they looking for a synonym
That’s my team of serial killers, they love to get it in
That toast will leave him crunched in a box
Soon as I send him in (Cinnamon)
That back and forth over the net, I’m not ya Tennis friend
But I could serve you with this back hand, bet ya legs will wimple then
You a gambling man but you knew this was a bad look
That’s why we ain’t bet, cuz you would’ve got ya cash took
Now YouTube viewers before ya’ll give it y’all last look
Make sure y’all comment, “The Saurus you got ya ass whooped”
As you could see I wasn’t playing tonight
Looks like somebody’s gon be doing a lot of praying tonight
But please don’t say the John if you ain’t saying it twice
And if you don’t add Da Don, you ain’t saying 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 gage 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 (STAMOS)
I tell my team keep shooting! You won’t see me losing
I will euthanize, eulogize, three piece suit him
And after hearing every bar that he keep reusing
Man you really misunderstood the free speech movement
But John John got a lot of schemes
They help us remember all his verses 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 fucked up pyramid scheme you been workin for
He be runnin a whole scam trying to hustle his own fans
Taking money from ‘em, punk motherfucker 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 becoming a grown man
Right here in this ring bitch! Seriously
Since no one called you a bitch for it, you can hear it from me
But wait, it’s the career of his dreams
Cuz he ain’t experience being part of a pyramid scheme
Since he was on the cheerleading team

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