[Round 1: Reverse Live]
It's Father 40-Hands!
Against your boy Dunsh!
Need to learn to pipe down around your elders
So, when I'm done, SSHHH!
A bullet whizzing by your head: you hearing, "DUN...sssshhhhh..."
When a hairy situation make you famous like ZZ Top
Unload, 'til shit click and aim at this square, like I'm trying to turn the TV off
Homie better move quick when the nina pop
Hit yo' lung when the tool spit
Call me Q-Tip: I make breathing STOP!
Yo, you looking like someone put Owen Wilson's nose on Ethan Hawke!
Don't even recognize you without the Domino's hat and pizza box
Tell your freak to drop on your knees and give me face for rizeal!
Turn on the camcorder, make that bitch squeal
Have her screaming all over the tape like GANGSTA GRIZILLZ!
Yo, big cans to yo' front: now you shaped like Kim Fields!
Just a fact of life when I come through, I'll let the chamber release
Shit that'll open up your chest like a vapor machine!
Plus, I got a army of motherfuckers that stay with the heat
So, if youâre clashing with the gang, itâs like the championship parade
âCause youâll feel like the whole city trying to wave at your team!
Big metal, swinging them beams like a job site
Dot-com, pussy: it's on sight
If you trying to swang it with me
Iâll be on this punkâs porch for all the neighbors to see
But FUCK trying to hear him out!
It's Publishers Clearinghouse: you getting checked at your front door for playing with me!
Yo, clappinâ shit thatâs hanginâ from trees: thatâs banana clips
Donât waste the whole thing, just half the clip
Iâll push a T...shirts front to the back when I unload hammers
You survive? Keep it movinâ, donât challenge
âCause Iâll toss you the other half of those clips...if you trying to hold malice
I got a knack for violence, Apache pilots
The goal is to use choppers
And...the homieâs a tool-popper
So, youâll know if the goonâs on ya
âCause all you hearinâ is, âGRRRRRR!â like Iâm rollinâ with Chewbacca, pussy!
[Round 1: Dunsh]
I said, the first time I heard Reverse Live, I was like, âHomie sucks.â
But then I read the word âliveâ in reverse, likeâŠâHo-ly FUCK!â
I ainât jokinâ, bruh
Honestly, that nameâs succinct
Like, on the one hand, heâs evil, but on the other hand, he makes ya think
This dude is a demon!
Iâd be gettinâ brutally beaten
But A. Ward threw me bars, and told me, âDo it for Jesus!â
If you watch his battles in reverse, you can hear Lucifer preachinâ
And see the overall interest in his movement increasinâ!
So, Iâm with a crucifix, creepinâ
I swear I really want the best for Live
Try to exorcise his demons, but...his demons never exercise!
You fat fuck, get smacked up
I give a fuck if Iâm a tenth your size
Youâd snap a left, take half a step, try to catch your breath...and DIE!
But we off that
Fall back and get palm-smacked
Youâll wake up to your jaw strapped to a Saw trap
Gore splattered on the wall, look like a...look like a fuckinâ Rorschach
Iâll hack your fuckinâ limbs off, and tell you, âWalk back.â
All-black at your funeral, soon as I hit the tarmac
Rest in peace!
Your legacyâs a golf clap, my legacy's beyond that!
The future of this format is startinâ with a bullet in Reverse like a Nas track!
I said, Iâm all that and a bag of chips
And after this, my stock climbing
âCause Iâve mastered the ancient Reverse Live art of mixing hot timing with not rhyming
Check it out, itâs likeâŠ
Ayo, itâs HOT when you rap
But the PROBlem is that
You do it in this...stop-and-start-awkward-pause-Hiphopopotamus-stream-of-CONsciousness pact!
Where you RHYMINâ and...slack
A sick tactic to distract âem from the CONtent he lack
But itâs a novelty act, all to get the audience clappinâ
When, to be HONest, the fact
You strain your voice...and make a point...to belabor points
That could have been summarized in, like, a bar-and-a-HALF!
So shout to everybody WATCHINâ that trash!
This is a BAR fight!
On sight, since I let you talk to your match, like eHarmony chats
So I could either get to...poppinâ the cap like dad hats
Or just toss him a strap...and let money off his own shit like a property tax, motherfucker!
[Round 2: Reverse Live]
Iâm startinâ to feel...like you a waste of time and money
And thatâs what cats get clapped and killed for
I said, over that green, youâll be beefinâ with a shooter like Happy Gilmore
Play dope, get bagged up
That vacuum-sealed raw becomes you
When I come through, smack yoâ grill off with hands like Cain Velasquez
Cavinâ in yoâ cranium, you frail-ass bitch!
You donât want the ruckus with the hands
If I so much as stick a jab, Iâll leave that forehead buckled on some Quailman shit!
Yo, but whatâs funny is I got homies by the trunk for me
So when shit is gettinâ hot, Iâm the one whoâs like Doug
Out here in a vest, dawgs runninâ up when I whistle for the chopâ!
Anyway, you can still be part of the show when we get out of line
Get popped in the dome, now you coughinâ and moaninâ, leakinâ out yoâ mind
Makinâ funny noises witâ ya head blew like Skeeter Valentine!
Homie, yo, I went to school to look at asses
You were early to get to classes, and worried about your attendance a lot
You were gettinâ bussed to tennis practice, I was bustinâ heads on the block
We ainât the same type of white boy, I bet he get dropped
âCause, pussy, I got a busted knuckle for every college credit you got!
Yo, I donât fight no more
You gettinâ slumped for them evil stares
So if he thugginâ, then be prepared
When I roll up, itâs all arms like Iâm stuck in a wheelchair
Yo, and as much as Iâd love to be clappinâ on ya
Iâd rather watch the life leave yoâ eyes when I stab you, partna
So if you let me get close enough, Iâm swinginâ blades off top, like, âGo! Go! Gadget âCopter!â
And you like to do impressions of me?
Okay...well, you do that again, you gettinâ slapped in a second
âCause that shitâs only good for corny laughs in a session
And...if thatâs your intention
You goinâ home with a permanent handprint on yoâ face
Howâs that for a lasting impression, pussy!?
[Interlude: Reverse Live, Dunsh + Lush One]
All freestyle! All freestyle!
I wrote that for him! Heâs fuckinâ high!
Heâs disqualified for using writtens! (*laughs*)
And Dunsh is like you, he used writtens a little
Thatâs true
I didnât realize we were allowed to write for this, itâs bullshit...
[Round 2: Dunsh + Reverse Live]
Alright, you tell me whatâs worse
The fact that you got a leg cramp...while sitting down...on The Dirtbag Dan Show
Facts, facts! Iâm fat!
Or that I felt compelled to confirm that fact, so
I watch The Dirtbag Dan Show?
Like, did it hurt that bad, bro?
You were sitting in a chair
You started twitching in despair like, âDAAAAAHHH!â, and lifted in the air
This kidâs in disrepair, youâre fuckinâ crazy, bro
Which ligament you tear, your fuckinâ lazy bone!?
I guess it pays to know that Cody here has sensitive thighs
And a genuine pride, so that the only thing he stretches is rhymes!
Heâs got a Mexican side that adds credence to that menacing vibe
Got the esé homies ready to ride, until they catch him online
Like, âAAAAHHH!â: entrance denied!
Ayo, the fact heâs half-Hispanic got yâall really thinkinâ Codyâs hard?
Who gives a fuck âbout your heritage when you got a phony heart like Tony Stark?
Yeah, Codyâs Mexican âtil the homies pressinâ him, and heâs like, âLo sientoâ and âNo hablarâ
But I BET you say the N-bomb in private, but you roll the ârâ!
Youâre in your homieâs car, bumpinâ Fall Out Boy in a Blackalicious tee
Like, âI donât have to pick a scene as long as my dad gets pissed at meâ
Tryna blend in at a mosh pit, but they catch him instantly
Like, âWhoâs this smelly homeless dude who keeps on battling with me?â
I got a fly chick, nice whip, and a Graduate Degree
You got...a Tide stick, lice, ticks, and a hammock in a tree!
And I LOVE the fact youâre questioning my masculinity
When you had a top-knot, a thot dot, and matching skinny jeans like some Faggy Trinity!
Are you in the fashion industry?
Whatâs this look...fuckinâ Bad Decision chic!?
Passionate, unique
I bet...abstinence is neat!
But look, I know that youâre bitter, but the way youâre copinâ with liquor
Got you walkinâ a thin line between homeless and hipster
So it must be cold in the winter when you sleep down by the docks
Considering you purposely live outside the box
But catch this bum in a veteranâs hat, begginâ for cash, trying to get his paper up
Nobodyâs givinâ change to ya when they ask where you served, and you tell âem, âGrizzlemaniaâ
Time!
[Round 3: Reverse Live]
Evil got the Eagle, you can get the talons
When I pull up, surprise you with a can like the Pepsi Challenge
Yo, or swing somethinâ a little bigger, have you knocked over
I pop domes up, metal for that crown like top molars
Jesse âThe Bodyâ guns when Iâm poppinâ son
The barrel spinninâ itself like I started a lawnmower
Yo, so if you want the ruckus, famâ, then pipe up
I nicknamed the gat I hold, âAmber Roseâ
Think you savage âtil these Bald Heads fuck a rapperâs LIFE UP!
Yo, I put names on bullets before I pull it
Them shots were always destined for the man, the myth, the Dunsh
You joke around, and you gettinâ a drum like, âDa-dun-shhhh!â
You were raised in a household where you made to believe
Being a patriot means...you throw tantrums when black athletes are takinâ a knee
During an anthem that doesnât even SLAP
I mean, shit, add some BASS to the thing, or a feature from Quavo, at LEAST!
Or my fat ass will also remain in the seat!
Yo, I heard you went on Facebook to leave a status that said, âBlack Lives Matterâ, and had to block your dad right after
To avoid going home and making a scene
Yo, speaking of your pops, I heard heâs disappointed
You were supposed to be a lawyer, in a fancy car
Knockinâ on partitions, askinâ for caviar
Now youâre just a battle star, broke your daddyâs heart
You passed the Bar Exam, and...now you just examine bars!
Your duality in this culture is some laughable shit
Youâre the only cat that exists at these events
Whoâs probably gonna lock up half the people that heâs BATTLED AGAINST!
So tell me, homie: are you pleadinâ or clappinâ the Fifth?
âCause Iâm a cold son of a BITCH, I got a cryogenic mama
Prone to violence like I am Jeffrey Dahmer
So the metal got a mind of its own like cybernetic armor!
Yo, you better BAIL IF you find the weapon on ya
âCause that shitâs followed by the hammer banginâ like, âI object, Your Honor!â
Yo...AND your girl called me âJohnnie Cochranâ
FUCK you!
[Round 3: Dunsh + Reverse Live]
I said, Roboâs DUCKINâ ME!
I asked him for a rematch, and he said he wanted 50 racks
So I paid him...and he spent the cash, and hasnât hit me back
What the FUCK!?
Then you hit me, said youâd do it for a fifth of that
Nah, you said youâd do it for a fifth of Jack!
Your liverâs BLACK, âcause of the fact-
Faaaacts!
Facts!
Your liverâs BLACK, âcause of the fact you gotta drain fluid from all that day-boozinâ
Your liverâs BLACK, to the point that FRAK wants to pretend he can relate to it!
Aye, letâs get straight to it!
You lost face, now you ainât bumpinâ like a chemical peel
You got hot, then disappeared, like Jessica Biel
A lot of people didnât think that itâd be gettinâ this real
But this been a long time cominâ like Lexington Steele
Iâm better for real
Pulp Fiction in your bitchâs apartment
Or gettinâ brains in the backseat, but it ainât Vincent and Marvin
And then I pull up with the chopper, ready to click it and spark it
If you have your homies watchinâ your ass like Christopher Walken
Ayo, I said, uh....fuck Reverse Live, man
I donât give a fuck about a Re-verse Live
I wrote this whole shit on the plane like Iâmma rehearse live
But letâs reverse timeâŠ
Before you lost this battle to a vet
Before you saw Organik in the flesh, yellinâ, âRapper to my left!â
I accepted this match-up, despite the fact that I was stressed and didnât actually prep
But fuckinâ...blood splashinâ from my pen as I stabbed it in my head
Like I fuckinâ...I shoulda asked them for a check
But wait...thatâs when I snap out it, wake up, gaspinâ for a breath, laughinâ in my bed
I look around me...and instead of a casket, itâs just Ed
And heâs like, âI realize...you didnât actually battle, Kevâ, you just been Illmaculate instead
But imagine what wouldâve happened if you had actually prepped!â
Time!