Bender vs. The Saurus [Lyrics]

[Round 1: Bender]

He brought clips to mags, I’m here to give him a year subscription
Shit I told him this clearly isn’t a wise career decision
Said when it comes to lyricism you and I is a mirror image
So… let’s reflect on that and let these people hear the difference
Nah fuck that! Salami boy
That’s you, you a straight humpty, I bet you study the dance moves
I’m guessin nine months before your mother had you
She was gettin busy in that Burger King bathroom!
I’m baggin him in two if we ain’t gamblin for loot,
We’ll take a page from Lux, go battle on a roof,
Loser has to jump, I’ll hand the kid a noose,
He can choose to snap his neck or get splattered on the stoop,
I’m that… burning bush that Moses was sure that he saw in the desert,
You that nerd with the pocket protector
That turned into The Toxic Avenger,
These haymakers a do a favor, take the rest of that face off ya,
Well see more jaws droppin then on that leper colony you escaped off of,
You got Ben in a box? That’s minute rice,
You can’t stop me! I’m so sincere, you smoke and mirrors, this lane godly (?)
ATM…bank on me,
I told you I’m bomb got Hank Shocklee’s brain placed inside a mothafuckin Krang body
Now I spent some time last week, thinkin of ways to call you ugly,
This being 1080p that’s gonna do the job just lovely,
But I heard you came from Greece, I thought to myself that’s funny,
Cuz you being from Greece, that’s like me being from Hungary (hungry),
And I’m hella feelin the Bay!
Joe Cutter, Animal Planet, even Dan is a savage
These are some cats that actually rap,
If he sent me a verse recording, I’d be happy to match it,
If you weren’t known for being a bitch on a track like Danica Patrick,
You wanna collab I’ll need cake for that track Petey,
You’d have to round up three K like a clan meeting ($3,000/KKK)
Look he must know, no one’s tryin to book him for shows,
He could try the kush and the blow to try to cushion the blow,
but since ’09 you been shit, I can’t co-sign you a bit
As far as I’m concerned you got no right to exist,
Maybe calling him a legend the whole time was a myth,
Cuz that old climate has shifted been no shine for you since,
Gotta low rider down there my bitch stole right down on Fifth,
Sittin on a slope it could roll right down the strip,
Wrap a closeline round your wrist, so they’re both tied to the shift,
Have you ghost ridin the whip while it goes right off the bridge!
I think you get the message now,
The second round I’ll make him settle down like a wedding vow,
Ay yo Craig Mac wants his face back!
You know whats fucked up? … wait,
Day tattooed on a full Spawn mask and you’re still known as the Fresh Coast dude with the fucked-up face
Ain’t that some shit.

[Round 1: The Saurus]

I gotta line that’s bout to send you to the outer limits,
But first I gotta wait another thousand minutes
For Mistah F.A.B.’s first round to finish,
He wrote some extra raps, to switch the limits and mess around,
Thinks he set a trap,
But what’s the best attack against a cat
Who tries to spread a man in a second flat?
The right, dead his ass, turn off the lights Teddy Pendergrass,
The left, Bender’s neck’ll snap like Hendrix smashed a fender strat,
Let’s get it
My Bay battles been too few and far between,
Fuck Lux I’ll take you to that roof like Martin Sheen,
Start the scene, cameras rolling
Graph writer, can controlling, cannon loaded,
Damnit Rich Gannon’s goin back to Oakland,
Throwin missiles homie I don’t miss,
Eyes closed you could show me where the blindfold is,
I’ll test Big Ben’s hands without a timezone switch,
And start flashin off top like a 5-0’s whip,
You think a cyclone hit, don’t cry though bitch,
Cuz that’s a high tone pitch, no strike zone fits,
Every shot that I throw splits your microchips,
If Bend gettin outta pocket like the iPhone 6,
This kid’s gotta drinkin problem he ain’t gotta bright future,
At the bar last night till last call a blind loser,
He said, “you wanna wine cooler?”
Nah I’m not a highschooler,
Three shots later he’s walkin like Walter White Jr.
Sooner or later I had to prove you a bitch Bender,
I’m here to toss money around like a big spender,
Limbs gettin dismembered, head spinnin, hit record, quick tempered,
This shot won the West like a Winchester,
I’ve been tested over time and I know that I could beat him,
Double wide tomb don’t close the mausoleum,
I’ma show this clown the meaning of how locals start the season,
Leave his head half empty that’s the Oakland Coliseum,
You gonna die, I bet if you challenge me you’ll be way off,
No I said you diabetic I challenge you to a weigh off

[Round 2: Bender]

Now I seen you tryin to network with your music,
You got no hype, you target at building but no one’s gettin on board,
That’s a drone strike,
Me I’ve been a beast since Keith Richards had a clean liver
I’ma high priest to that motherfuckin low life,
I ain’t do no research, I don’t care what you do,
But you engaged like every other week so I think it’s fair to assume,
Any woman you get to agree to marryin you,
Is gonna call it off quicker than Arabs and Jews declarin a truce,
You a straight chicken hawk, I feel you Morris,
You like to get em suckin while they’re young that’s Philip Morris,

Fuck it,
I got it, I got it thanks
You came with light material, photons,
You can bet on against me or outside of your elements like electrons,
When son fire you black out, ain’t nothing safe from this heat,
My one liners are flat out 180 degrees

[Round 2: The Saurus]

Now when he goes to the store he asks for paint and a blank canvas,
When he goes to the barber he asks for the Sage Francis,
A fat middle aged depressed artist can barely fit the jeans you’re rockin,
Bottle feedin the addiction of your inner demons talkin,
You bout to set a record, player, but it’s a different needle droppin,
You have a million things in common with
Philip Seymour Hoffman,
Caution tape the crime scene and let the lord be with him,
If you think he won a round it doesn’t count like Norbes’ opinion,
In your condition man you need to fuckin stop it,
If this painter make a stand
You’ll see the ease I’ll (easel) brush him off with,
Now you fuckin lost it but I wont say how,
Gloves off you must a quit (acquit) that’s the OJ trial,
Shit we could go eight rounds
I’ll crush you till they shut this whole place down,
Then have it opened back up like a cold case file
Now you thought your were the first airborne you a paratrooper,
Air maneuver, keep this cat on his feet like a pair a Pumas,
Barracuda tearin through ya Harry Truman airin nukes,
I’ll stop the tape and you’ll get whipped off cam like Ferris Bueller,
I’ll bury you and snatch your soul,
Hack your skull, have it sold
Come together, Abbey Road
Battle’s over, casket’s closed,
But there’s a thousand ways for you to die
And since I’m the man they chose, shit,
I’ll pick Bender (bend her) off the balcony like Amber Rose,
I have it sowed, you’re gonna throw every punch that you can,
Fuck Flight Distance, I’m still waitin for something to land,
Waitin to battle but you weren’t ready, and you still not,
So it’s turned deadly, cuz I’ma beat you with the bottle you been stuck in since you turned twenty,
You on my last nerve ending and I’m such a cold puncher,
One hit, 360, no Rolling Stone cover
So tell any broke fucker who said my career’s deaded,
I’ll bring it back to life with no paramedic like Claire Bennet

[Round 3: Bender]

Now we all talk shit in battles that we’re not gonna do actually,
But I’m concerned with this gun shit you been on
Playin that fantasy,
You talk about drawin them llamas
When you ain’t prepared to start clappin P,
That would be like drawing Mohammed,
Real killers might run up and clear out a magazine,
Now pardon me, I almost hopes they let off rounds in this dude,
Splash him and take some years off his life, fountain of youth,
Let me get this outta my system,
I hope you get found by some goons and they put five in The Saurus
(The Source) like a perfect album review,
Back in Vegas he roll with a pack a rats, no Sammy Davis,
Round here, he’s signin affidavits all across the San Andreas,
So I’m not talkin bout no tracks he make with Planet Asia,
When I say the factual statement you’ve collaborated with Cali Agents,
Man I’m playin, but it’s just like fuck every angle’s takin,
You’ve battled 650 times on YouTube no exaggeration,
That’s amazing!
Where the fuck did they get you I’m just sayin,
I’m thinkin maybe you shoulda went out in your prime like Amadeus
Let me explain
He rose to prominence with the Oakland audience,
So I suppose this common sense his old accomplishments
Of global dominance,
It started here but grow synonymous with his overconfidence,
But, you know the consequence, overexposin all this shit,
Promoters jockin him at first reverse then broke they promises,
You saw the opponents Okwerdz got,
You hurt, won’t acknowledge it
But every event felt like a knife in your back,
That’s Roman politics
Was it your face, that look like post apocalyptic molten Lava pits,
Or your gross incompetence makin that music no one bothered with,
Now you just overstayed your welcome, sunk down to the middle tier,
Lost all your shit now they saying you don’t belong in this
He’s battled long depressions because the man is not the legend
They’re like Santa Claus and penguins, that’s polar opposites
Now he’s stackin all this bread up, packs it up, moves to the desert,
In the end that money’s gonna be just another ghost you’re haunted with
Cuz you could stack a mountain of dead presidents
Like that South Dakota monument
But that pot is gettin raked
Cuz you’ll never know when to fold and walk with it,
And you deserve it, you treat your fans like shit, ay The Saurus,
I don’t mean just being a dick, he rips em off, he’s made a fortune,
Seven years ago Kyle Conway bought a verse you still ain’t record it,
So if you wanna track with Pete don’t hold your breath
If he paid you for it
I thought you had cards up your sleeve, your boy bluffin
I just royal flushed em,
Now who the fuck is Doyle Brunson?
I said from here on in I’m only battlin legends,
But if the money’s right tell Ness that I might just make an exception!

[Round 3: The Saurus]

You can diss me for playin cards, but I just think you’re hating,
I made $6K last week clicking buttons
How much did you rake in finger painting?
It doesn’t make a difference who oversees (over seas) it
Your ship is sailing,
Yoke (yolk) up I’ll finish his egg before it’s finished incubating,
Face it, you don’t know what gettin paid is
Til you’ve raised kids on both sides of the Bay bridge,
Yea I gamble for a living but you need to look closer,
Cuz I even made a bet on this battle, I took over
I ain’t come to joke around,
You know this clown’s been broken down
And for what was supposed to be my Oakland crowd
This is how a closing round supposed to sound,
Expect no less from me, rep the West, protect the legacy,
Bender’s dead in three, prep ahead get the stretcher please,
Before I got on stage, I double checked my weaponry,
And knew I’d wind up armed from all angles like Dennis Eckersley,
You’re second best to me, I mean you make tight music,
But in this battle shit, all you did was take my blueprint,
So when I see your mug I wanna put a straight right to it,
You just got a nose for it like the K-9 unit,
Soundin stupid every time I hear this fella force it,
I tell him forfeit, you won’t get awarded but I’ll give you metal for it,
I’m metamorphin mad heart and you can tell I poured it into every bar
Cuz he got hit so hard he teleported, you ready for it?
This your time to be heard, it’s that word on street start bitin the curb,
I like beef, your boys wanna fight with me, Word,
I lift your entire team like they hired Steve Kerr,
You cant deter me ain’t nobody movin
That’s a big red flag no Soviet Union,
Jesus! I’m not religious I’m only assuming,
You’ll get bodied and whine (wine) that’s holy communion

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