[Round 1: Reverse Live]
Listen homie, you need to keep your style in line
Don't get fucked up, you ain't no pal of mine
And if you think this dude is real (Israel), shit I'll be Palestine
Get it?
We could go to war cause I know you don't got a grip on Glocks and clips
Your idea of war is hiding behind what used to be a tank on the Gaza Strip
Throwing rocks and shit
I roll up [?] quicker than hockey sticks
That'll leave you mumbling like Ozzy if
You start talking slick like you gonna body shit
No Diz', you're awfully rich
You bought the whole Krack City posse fits
Matching tops and kicks, even socks and lids
Now you're posted on MySpace taking lots of pics
I must say, that faggot shit has got me sick
I know it's hard for Diz', got to admit he's about to get demolished quick
But you not in the desert no more and I'm not a mirage you bitch
[?] lost one when you beat The Saurus, I STILL think you lost to him
You called him a "cock swallowing novelist"
What the fuck? That does not make sense
You rhyme to win, but you need to start accepting the truth
I know you think your rep went up a level or two
But the only reason anyone was giving respect to this dude
Is because you were expected to lose
[Round 1: Dizaster]
Ayo, that was some crazy shit dawg, I'll beat your ass
Ayo calm down faggot, your heart already beats too fast
Ayo I'll admit Live, your raps are dope
But you need to stop yelling before you collapse your throat
Gasp and choke, and your fat ass has a stroke
Ayo we can't have him die now, that's not in the question
What good is an ambulance, if he does now we'll need a helicopter to fetch him
By the time he gets to the hospital then the doctors will check him
They'll find a shocking detection of a gnarly infection
That's stopping his breath from all the lard that's collecting
In above his esophagus and his top cardio section
So just for being alive and breathing you should thank God for that blessing
And while you're at it I got a suggestion
I ain't from Palestine faggot, stop with the guessing
Before I have to give your faggot ass a geography lesson
Ayo, rapping is not a profession
You look like The Blob from X-Men
I hate it when rappers comes down here acting like they so damn hard
You look like Rosanne Barr swallowed a whole damn car
Ayo, it's celebrity fit club
{Dizaster gets time called on him}

[Round 2: Reverse Live]
Okay yo, you called me fat like that means I can't fucking spit
What? You never heard of Pun or Big but
I guess that's nothing when
You compare it to all the Lebanese MC's that busted sick
Oh that's right, there's none of them
And the way you been sucking dick, you ain't gonna be the first one you bitch
And I ain't afraid to punch this kid
Cause dawg your jaws glass and every time you fought you lost bad
Cause you didn't listen to your pops at all fag
Too busy picking shopping mall bags over Krav Maga class
We grew up in the same state but we ain't form the same Cali though
You grew up in a palace yo, out in The Valley bro
And performed Ice Ice Baby at your high school talent show
And now we know, this dude is so rich he never has to worry about healthcare
Yo, he's suburban royalty, he won't even talk to people on welfare
Didn't y'all know this the Fresh Prince Naseem Ahmed of Bel-Air
And the white bitches used to love you salmon Polo and gelled hair
But you were fucking up a good deal when you boned other women
Cause way back home you had a cutie with the thickness
Shit, she only cost you like two goats and a chicken
[Round 2: Dizaster]
Goats and a chicken? When you ride bulls, you're an aardvark fucker
Ayo you must go back to your farm, you grew up in a barnyard, sucker
You ain't gon' do shit in the rap game cause you're destined to be a God darn trucker
So listen up, ayo, your raps are sloppy, I don't know why you're acting cocky
I'd rather be a camel jockey than a rapping honky faggot Nazi
Ayo, ayo, ayo
Hold on, hold on, hold on, this guy Reverse is a hater
Let me let you know that fat rebuttals never work in your favor
They actually make me wanna pay for your personal trainer
Ayo, I'm about to expose the Al-Qaeda in you
We should use my background and your size combined and terrorize the venue
Ayo, this guy will chew a diner out, never mind the menu
I bet a snake had to bite you at least seven times to kill you
Ayo, you fucking faggot wha-what do you mean, r-r-rubbing your fucking hand
Ayo, you stupid fucking god darn hick, I'm ripping you up
Yo, your fucking 13 year old little sister's a slut
Your mom is a heroin addict and your father puts miserable stickers on his truck
Ayo, you stupid fucking bitch

[Round 3: Reverse Live]
I'm Cali to the bone you Lebanese prick
And they should've never let you be part of the Los Angeles scene kid
Cause I guarantee this
When you saw footage of Rodney King getting beat with those police sticks, to you it didn't mean shit
So when the LA riots went down you didn't hit the street bitch
Cause you ain't LA in the least bit
When everyone else was down here wrecking shows for the skrill
You were hitting clubs in Hollywood, trying to make an appearance in episodes of The Hills
So we all know the aggressive flow wasn't real
Cause I found out you're a rich kid, you just give off the impression you're surrounded by gangsters and Mac-10s
You ain't really on the grind, you use your dad's paper to stack ends
And I honestly believe you pay for your black friends
Yo, you walk around like you disturb me
How dare you act outta place, you fool
You fucking failure you
You've been battling half your life making an attempt at slaying crews
I've been battling for a year, I'm already facing dude
I guess when you're actually dope it isn't that hard to get to the same place as you
You thought you could poke fun at my weight and get your props up but it gets you nada
Cause in a year, I'll be making classic albums up there with Michael Jack's Thriller
You still won't be doing shit
{Judges call time}
[Dizaster: "Time bitch!"]
[?] fat jokes and fast filler
[?] anyone raps iller
[Dizaster: "Back off, fatass, time."]
[Round 3: Dizaster]
Ayo I swear to God, I bet this guy could think he could get away with calling me a "dumb camel"
Just because his mentor is part of the judge panel
Ayo, c'mon dawg, someone tell Yogi this is not a picnic
Ayo fuck large, you're monolithic
That response was the longest minute I've ever heard from a talking Honda Civic
Ayo, that ain't a dude that's a car with one of those talking alarms up in it
"Protected by Reverse Live. Stand back"
Ayo fuck it, you're just a loud mark
Ayo didn't you know Project Blowed doesn't allow narcs
Especially the ones that look like Cartman from South Park
"Hey buddies. Wanna have a super fun time? Super fun time. Super fun time."
Ayo fuck this dude
Ayo yo yo
Ayo fat ass I should be like Dumbfoundead and smack your boob back
Ayo stop doing that bullshit
I already told you homie, I'm 'bout to roll up and pull shit
You talk about you let your .45 and the tool bust
Ayo your mom should lick the slime off my two nuts
That ain't Reverse Live, that's a hi-tech school bus disguised as a guy trying to fool us

[Overtime Round: Reverse Live]
Yo last night I watched a pretty dope movie at my pad, it's crash
And I must say it had a pretty fantastic cast
It was even starring Dizaster's dad
He was the older dude who almost shot the little girl when he blasts the strap
But the gun was full of blanks, he must've grabbed Dizaster's gat
Speaking of movies, I'm getting a trip off of this
I battling the dude from How High that Red and Meth wouldn't let hit on the spliff
'cause the shit on his lip had some shit on its lips
And you probably had that cold sore from the last time you put your lips on a dick
So get gone you bitch
'cause you ain't a thug or G who's popping things
You're a fucking geek with lots of bank
So sucker please just drop the game
Plus don't you got some rare Persian rugs to weave or pots to paint
Or some other activity that contributes with the Islamic faith
To serve an excuse for you to get off the stage
So I don't have to hear another verse from your obnoxious face
Ayo and here's a true story that had me amazed and shocked
When the cops try to break up the battles at Mosswood and make us stop
They raid the spot
He was talking about how he respected 5-0
So when everyone else was banging NWA [?] 'til their tape would pop
Screaming "Fuck the police" down dangerous books
He was at the shooting range trying to hang with cops
So they can help you with your aim and shot

[Overtime Round: Reverse Live]
But [?] is clear
See Reverse Live is a young kid that never paid his dues and I have proof he's a queer
You act like you good at battle rapping
But all you did was hop on a bandwagon of a movement that already was moving for years
So, with that being said, you need to stop with all the hatin'
He said I was Islamic, then I'll bomb ya nation
And turn his whole block into a hostage situation
Ayo, hold on, hold on
Hold on, you got an appetite can starve the population
Ayo, you need to cut back on the waffles and McDonald's banquet and learn to start taking Häagen-Dazs in moderation
Ayo your grandpa threw a Molotov at Obama's inauguration
And drove off with a sign that said he loves Ronald Reagan
Are you serious, you goddamnit
You gosh-darned maggot
Your father comes home with this Top Gun jacket
Hits your mother for being a drug addict
'cause getting drunk is his number one habit
Chewing tobacco whenever you're bored or stuck in traffic
You hillbillies need to really leave rap alone 'cause you suck at it
Your uncle's a dumb faggot who hunts rabbit
Ayo ayo ayo
So there ain't no way, go back to the streets of East Hollister
Ayo 'cause even there you're the least popular
You ain't street popular
And if you are, it's cause you're a police officer

Faggot!