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don't flop - the saurus vs. 100 bulletz lyrics
[round 1: 100 bulletz]
bamalam got rock bands
you get a more grimey scheme from me
cause this wretch 32, wiley rob matter
that scene ugly, jehst cause he swayed judges with flip trix
and deemed funny nines rattlin at him
deacon bullets ghetto plan b dummy
i got a tempah t, i call a shot so leap dog or your team bl–dy
lowkey my ruff sqwad roll deep in the streets and gets p money
-repeats scheme-
compared to those rappers, what did you actually do?
you call yourself legendary, when it ain’t actually true
rest in piece, biggie, pac, jam master and proof
but i’m saying bullets k!lled 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 been chopped with a meat cleaver
guard your crown or you kilt/k!lled with a big cap like a beef eater
i lost to bamalam, that’s pulp fiction; bring out the gimp
i go medieval, a bad record player better start skipping like a broken needle
pr-ne to evil, control the m-sses with my words like the pope’s 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 matinee
saying i got bad bars gets you two-cans for acting g-y
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 c-ssius 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 k-mite
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 sh-t the bed?
then i choked and won ’cause i still had the round of the event
homie, that’s how life goes and with three rounds like those
bulletz ’bout to be another body found ice-cold
his last performance, sub-zero, this square downright froze
so saying he’s a villun is that something i’ll buy, no/albino
every battle’s the same old impracticable angle
b-tch, 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 greyskull
yo, that’s how i do it, wait, make a counter-move and power through it
you maxed out your alt-tude and you’re about to lose it
you got the pound, then prove it
i’ll give you ’til the count of two or silence you with muzzler that’s mounted to it
this is for every human in the crowd -ssuming i came out to ruin
this chance you got, so i will now consume him
f-ck a glock, ak, eagle or sniper from a tower shooting
you can’t beat me, no matter how high the caliber of round your using
see you’re the same every battle, that’s the cold-blooded truth
no growth, your new sh-t looks like your old footage looped
i would invest in him, but there’s no f-cking use
cause he’ll never break through, i’ve just showed bulletproof
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 cess around him isn’t ever smart
cause i don’t mean my favorite battle of the night when i say i sensa ark
[round 2: 100 bulletz]
ayo yo peter morris, for starters, i didn’t riachu any bad bars
but i got a ghastly scheme for you, your horsea my charmander
pants come off, thrown across the freaking room
i squirtle over her jigglypuffs but that ain’t something he would do
he’d rather pokémon ’till the bulbasaur, sack is what picachu (pete could chew)
complex wordplay make your head spin
innuendo that’s the team, we riding high times
my crew got m-ss appeal in the battle scheme
you don’t like my vibe, you must me rolling stone huffing gasoline
now you xxl issue, when i give the saurus magazines
bar for bar it’s getting tragic pete, you don’t wanna scuffle either
somebody gonna get a hurt real bad if russle peter
these hands is what you call weapons i’ma’ end this clown
saw 7, the beatle 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 ‘ks
this the first time he hear a lot of talking when he plead the fifth
you a ho, period, this p-ssy gon’ be leaking quick
we in the uk, i k!ll him when? how soon is now?
the heater spit, he’ll panic in the streets of london when morris see the smiths
i heard the saurus got a little kid, well if he having more then one
i show up to the hospital, wait ’till the morning come
if its a girl, put the mac down my beef with the saurus done
you having a boy, its the return of the mack when i mark morris’ son
you had a hundred battles, but ain’t no puncher really hit him yet
it’s ironic, you oughta know when i land this, morris set
bulletz demanding more respect, or the mac bringing peter sorrow
when i take the m11 north and drive by peterborough
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 cipher
you fell in love with a groupie sl-t, 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 cause you’re 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 girl’s pregnant, too
cause i put a seed in her stomach
but you know that b-tch is shady, cause she don’t wanna keep it, 100
now every face line that you say is 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 it’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 -ss off
but i learnt some sh-t last trip, i have to give bamalam mad props
cause he showed me how to fold bulletz after a bad flop
now many say i’m the biggest heavy weight all time
you spend everyday studying mma online
that’s the perfect sk!lls set for how bad this guy gets m-ssacred
cause i’mma leave him half alive so he can -n-lyze 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 sp-wn from that
lets start from scratch, leave mister gone, every bars the maxx
x-men then show him a real image he can marvel at
[round 3: 100 bulletz]
i can’t lie, it’s h-lla hot in here, and you’re right, i ain’t in the best shape
i’m sweating like the saurus watching an r. kelly s-x tape
you know how many d-cks been your xbox? 360
the only battler rapper selling 25,000 units is 360
oh, you mad, child; i flipped your name so much, this rascal gon’ leave dizzy
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 d-ck
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 i’m betting you phil ivey tryna call my bluff
i got, three, four, fives to ace n-ggas that’s one way to get it straight
wait, 3, 4, 5, 2, ace, n-ggas 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)
when i wright-phillips with praise you get distin bale
you not a boss, only juan mata, martin tyler in the pitch when i call the shots
i bury defoe, denilson your kompany when i’m hauling off
serbian left back when i take more then a collar off (kolarov)
while you doing giggs for green, your girl bang the whole carew
palace ugly she turn around, bent took the johnson, it got fowler buddy
jefferson price hit it didier, yaya toure muscle pounding chubby
she can’t get off the d-ck she jack rodwell your gallas sl-tty
for the last time i owen apology, this the english premier league that we speaking ’bout
i dunne torres head off given these cole rounds he freaking out
dempsey that cahill bolton run back to peter house
better duck, or get capped 42 times in england, someone tell peter crouch
[round 3: the saurus]
i’m glad that everybody here gave you some f-cking respect
cause that whole round is something no one in your own country will get
i had person in the crowd vote on a survey and you know what told us that you’re g-y
-ssociative wordplay
f-ggot all you do is make a list then say some sh-t because it rhymes
your not 100 bulletz, your the same bullet a 100 times
it’s like breaking news; 100 bulletz might be strapped
so i’ma get this broad casted on live feed stat
when i press release nine shots when i squeeze back
and bullet ten from me will get that head line recapped
it’s hundred bars like that in every performance dealt
by the end of the first four, everyone’s bored as h-ll
i’m ready for war bulletz better get him some sort of help
cause when i dump lead, he’ll just be a sh-ll 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 f-ggot out of here
your reverse punchline bullsh-t 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 d-mn
if you think that even remotely acceptable, k!ll yourself i don’t want you folks as fans
why don’t we just reverse it back, four years before you even learned to rap
so you can put it on the back burner instead of taking ’bout your burner clap
or f-ck 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, h-ll yeah your day end, horrorcore
your parents should of press abort before your born
because one thing that makes me hate the battle scene more and more
i seeing the world through the eyes of bulletz like lord of war
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