[Round 1: Dirtbag Dan]
The Coroner? The Coroner
The Coroner
That's the stupidest fucking name you could possibly have
Who's gonna examine you when your body's on the slab?
Fake-ass, man-kissing, CSI Grisham get the fuck out my kitchen
'Fore I face kick your ass in the teeth homie
I'm a beast
What the fuck is this, the Coroner? Is this WWE?
Well I'mma pallbearer your ass with the Undertaker on live TV, homie
Grind Time
Why don't we do this for real, UFC?
Your chin, my right knee, that's a match like eHarmony
On 29 different dimensions I'm tighter
Witness fire versus someone who should probably retire- tomorrow
You lanky bitch, look at them baby wrists
I could probably go twice around them just like this
Seriously-

[Round 1: The Coroner]
I mean, Dirtbag Dan I guess I owe you
Straight to the trash can, like your deposit is supposed to
'Cause you's a dirtbag
You know, something nasty
Kinda like somebody's grandma's nasty rag
You know what I'm talking about?
I see you, Scruff McGruff, without your trench coat
I see you tough: you spit a couple of lines on me
But I'm The Coroner
And when your ass is dead, I'm the one on you
You feel it? This is all real, I'm from the motherfucking 'ville
Right out here, not the hills
Know what I'm talking about?
I done got my stripes
And I'll spit a couple verses that you won't like
Like Dirtbag Dan?
What the fuck is that, man?
I don't give a damn
Are you from the trash can?
I don't even really know what's going on here
A fucking dirtbag man with a beard
And then, not a beard?
You should have that in your head, it looks like
You should be out in the hills chopping a tree and riding a bike
Something is wrong with you
Dirtbag Dan, do you fucking work at a zoo?
[Round 2: Dirtbag Dan]
Since he didn't say shit, I guess we'll go back to the lanky wrist
I'mma come up with a new name for the Coroner: MC Baby Dick
Don't you smile at me you punk motherfucker
Before you came in here you looked like you bit on a whole motherfucking stick of butter
Please, rubbed your teeth with mac n' cheese
Back and forth, Dirtbag Dan's the source
From the hills? Bitch don't play
I'm from the heart of the Zae
Where we smoke weed everyday
Yeah look at me, I'm looking grimy
And in the hills you might find me
Cooking crank but don't remind me- or the cops though
On some real shit, out on Morgan Hill shit I kill toys
Rock bars, sell crank at Gilroy
I don't know Salinas
Hands down, knees to the ground, lick the penis
Dirtbag Dan: Daniel Alejandro Martinez
Looks can be deceiving, but seeing is believing
Take off the glasses and get a fucking face full of semen

[Round 2: The Coroner]
Damn, you hella funny man
You know what I'm saying?
You can entertain like a fucking freak show dummy
You know what I'm talking about?
Your shit is like amazing
You know what I'm talking abou-
But then again, you still a disgrace then
Dirtbag Dan, remember that, that's your name
That's what you claim
Are you speaking in vain?
I'm tryna figure it out here
Don't you know man? Are you gay?
Do you be pumping rear?
You don't hear me, I drink Everclear
I usually keep my rhymes serious but I'm here
Where everybody likes to crack jokes and it's fun
I'm just doing this so I don't have to rob with a gun
My freestyles I don't really do that all the time
I like to write lines and practice on mines
And at the same time
You probably make dimes
From your grandpa, grandma
All of the time
So you drop dimes
And you probably snitch
And nowadays, man, people like you act like a bitch
You feel what I'm saying?
And I'm from the streets
And I fuck with motherfucking Gs that packs heat
And this shit is real
[Round 3: Dirtbag Dan]
Ah shit
What exactly did I just hear?
I'm a necrophiliac: fucking you and your career
You feeling Johnny Ringo?
I'mma be your Huckleberry then
Force the competition in submission, then I bury them
Coroner, appropriate right?
I'm on hit
Dirtbag Dan been drinking all day, on shit
Mad hog
Okwerdz, go to the store and get that motherfucking Mad Dog
I feel like drinking gully today
I'm a lover not a fighter
But my homies is riders in the Zae
Please believe it
He's a genius
Used to look like Jesus but I trimmed up
That's so I can go out and get my dick sucked
You know who the fuck I am, right?
I did two shows last night
What the fuck did you do with your life?
You head out to the Castro and get some pipe?
They all told me he's the most successful transvestite
On the block that night homie
That's some real shit
[Round 3: The Coroner]
Ay you know, you got bars
But then again, it's not over, mister star
I see you still got another line
So I'mma sit up here and I'mma recite mines
You know this is something like spoken word
But I know the truth about you, you truly a nerd
And you know what's really going on?
[?] the bar, and the studio
That's the place you roam
You know what I'm talking 'bout?
The studio, the streets, and all these fake-ass clones, that's what I own
You feel what I'm talking about?
I made this game
I can think way back in '98 when I claimed
The shit that I used to do
I used to kick it with Money-B, and 2Pac, before you ever knew
You know what I'm talking about?
I got roots in this shit
And nobody can ever treat me like I'm a bitch
You know what I'm saying?
Because I'm The Coroner
Remember, wait for my album
I'm not in this game to make me a thousand
I'm in this game to spit what's real
To tell you about what's 'bout to go on
The game 'bout to be spilled