[Round 1: Real Deal]
I hope your first born is stillborn and your second contracts the HIV
I hope your mother dedicates her life to wildlife and gets mauled by chimps...and lives
I hope your dad goes 10 years sober, gets drunk in his car collides with a Mack
After your little brother enlists to serve our country and then dies in Iraq
I wish pancreatic cancer for you and anyone baring your last name
Cause you got the style down Pat but you don't compare to a Pat Stay
See I wanted to battle Stay in Canada, he wanted to stay in Canada
You Pat's fill in, you gonna die like Pat Tillman
Cause Johnny Drama brought the Entourage, I ain't talking about Matt Dillon
You're not built for the shit you talk about, you sloppy and chubby
You're not wolf neither pudgy, pussy you just Washington Huskie
You uncomfortable in your own skin, that evil shit's a front
A white kid vers' a white kid we would tease at every lunch
You 9D, I'm grimy, compared to me you just a chump
Cause I'd knock my own son the fuck out just to beat you to the punch

[Round 1: 9DM]
Comparing me to you is like comparing 2Pac to Absidy
The real deal is that you got to battle me
But when you rhyme "Mt Vesuvius" and "dubious" on a track you should lose automatically
If there's one place I love besides Vancouver it's gotta be The Bay
He's from the east coast so there's not a lot that he can say
You saw my Reverse Live battle, there can be another robbery today
Life must be a bitch, you're ugly as shit I guess that's the second time you lost to DNA
Your girl left you like she planned to take a trip
Packed her bags, the basic shit
Left the kid, no child support, you had to pay the rent
Landed a teaching job but needed mom and dad to babysit
So how are you the real deal like Holyfield when this man was made a bitch in his last relationship?
From Vancouver to Brooklyn I stay reckless
You look stupid as fuck in that picture you took with a fake necklace
Plus there's footage of you on-line, macking a bitch so fat and ugly she could've been named Precious
Yo, you've fucked for life if the camera's working today
Try to shoot me I'll throw producer and publicist and manager in the way
Now that's what I fucking call a Massacre of The Bay
[Round 2: Real Deal]
Yo, M.O.B. is turning out as expected, a classic, I just got an update from Farnum, he say you're a faggot
9D's chinstrap is a classic, 90's chinstrap
If you wasn't baby frail and played for Yale it'd be an Ivy chinstrap
If Jin showed up to battle Dizaster with that it's be a Chinese Jin strap
Bitch, if you had a brother connected to y'all I bet y'all would rock Siamese Chin straps
But I'm from the state where thugs are doing life, locked in prison
You from the state of drug addicted suicidal rock musicians
Went from grunge rock to flannel tees, now he's extra gutter
You're as believable as Doogie Howser's character...on How I Met Your Mother
See 9D never has the right angle
Your angle is just to yell out mean lyrics
Well me and your crew Figure Of Speech, we fingered your niece and it smelled Like Teen Spirit
So tell the ambulance, "patrol the gate" this amateur can't hold his weight
It's Cali bitch where average Joe's from Pittsburgh go Montana in the Golden State
So fuck that irrelevant bullshit that you talk
I brought the evidence this bitch is soft
Y'all remember Portland? Young Nate and them was hitting Fox
You ran like a bitch and hid under the shadiness your president has been giving off

[Round 2: 9DM]
You told Saht' you get kids ready for the big leagues, bitch please
If you were the coach the students would choke and switch teams
Have a closet full of skinny jeans by 16 instead of a handful of championship rings
See Lush made Grind Time for the dope MCs
But no one wants to watch two white guys who like sci-fi plus you might die if you're close to me
So take your wannabe coaching ass to the sidelines where you're supposed to be
I can see you battling the ref like, "That wasn't a good call"
And they used to teach those motherfuckers to tuck in the football
You wanna know how I got the info on you, it's a secret
But I know you're a faggot cause if your team won the coin toss you'd choose to receive it
Yo, you're a human Bastille, I know the deal about who isn't real
Catch you at a dentist appointment, give you the two minute drill
I'm not a thug I don't got the metal with me
But I'd go for it on fourth down, you'd settle for three
You gotta be the ugliest motherfucker I've ever seen
Fuck being a center at South High School they should've put your handicapped ass on special teams
They're gonna Remember The Titans so I gotta murder this shit
Plus, you're wack, the Steelers suck and Ben Roethlisberger's a bitch
[Round 3: Real Deal]
Why did you have to push me?
I'm unlike Ben cause I don't need a bodyguard or bathroom just to smash some pussy
But yo you say dumb shit homie, real rap he isn't tough
A one trick pony, Illmac' tell him to giddyup
Since we're both white it's almost like I snatched a cripple's crutch
I'm surprised he ain't use three rounds to give me daps and big me up
How many black friends do you have? See I ask just to embarrass him
Cause Cobra Ky and Mic Phenom combined make up a halfrican American
You try to rap all hardcore gargling like your throat is all moist
What the fuck is a 9DM? A Star Wars protocol droid?
Well let's see you robbed a storm trooper, a groupie for the Sand People
Illmac' be in his car doing 90 on a freeway like some kind of Stan sequel
See I'm known for my knockout punches like the dude who hit Suge
You're known for giving an illusion the illusion that Illusion was good
It's only fitting I'm in Oakland and I'm a warrior vet
But I ain't come for sights and sounds in this historic event
I certainly didn't come here so you could fucking bore us to death
I came for one reason only, to personally tell The Saurus he's next

[Round 3: 9DM]
No one gives a fuck if this working man's an MC
You graduated from Slippery Rock University in '07 which happens to be
Where he studied science, health and physical education, how big of a faggot is he?
You're gonna be teaching kids that are fatter than me
Now you're 40 thousand dollars in debt and all you got is a bachelor's degree
Let's go through your history, look at 2005 with pride
Remember January 21st before you had dreams of battling HighCollide?
When you were sited with underage consumption in Crouse Hall
Cause you can't fucking control your Irish side?
Real shit
That same year you were on the Dean's List, which mean's this
You had a GPA of 3.5 or higher like a good little squeaky clean bitch
I got enough chronic to make Method Man choke from the second hand smoke
Trevor gave me a CD, I'm like, "That shit's wack as fuck, but this lesson plan's dope."
Madness, you like movies? I'ma make this scene tragic
Whether it's written or freestyle every 16 is classic
You had to take aquatic fundamentals your freshman year
So Sahtyre wasn't the only one on the Swim Team, faggot
You're scared to fail a U.A., I'm smoking them Freshcoast blunts
I didn't have to stomp your son out or say "AIDS" or "cancer", shit I didn't mention Fresco once