[Round 1: Conceited]
It's about fucking time!
I been told Smack set it up on the next list
N***a you already lost your necklace but now I'ma leave 'em neckless
We were supposed to battle after that Midwest shit
But this Corn Flaked cause he knew he was breakfast
But now here's the thing, I'm done joking
He ain't accept it cause he knew I would rip T in that ring, I'm Hulk Hogan
Y'all remember Randy, always rapping like "Keep that 40 cal gun tucked
Case a n***a run up, leave a n***a done but" Lil n***a... shut up
I've always hated that shit and that frail flow
"I keep a 357 mac 11 and I let the shells blow."
N***a... hell no! When you rhyme like that with no punchlines
And just spit bout throwing them flames out
That style's like Benjamin Button, that shit was old when it came out
So in this battle shit how the fuck are you named a vet?
In order for you to be shoo-in (shoe in) you gotta be more Creative Rex (Creative Rec)
That's why your careers on standstill
You're waste when it comes to trash, cause nobody on the land-fill/feel
Goodz said "I'm a son/sun like Steve Nash." man chill
Cause this n***a's 33 and still a sun, he's Grant Hill
Ayo Smack n***a, it's all cause of you why we all wanna smack n***as
Cause on that trailer you put that "I'm back packing a Mac in the back of Ac."
N***a it's 2011 who the fuck is still driving an Ac n***a?
Why would I pack the Mac in the back of the Ac? Or your lap?
Y'all some bimbos
When in beef you supposed to ride with it out that window
But it's funny Rex
Cause I mean, you ain't even gotta a chain or a whip with your slaving ass
You homeless, so how the fuck you in a car Rex/wrecks
When you ain't even got a place to crash?
I can show you everything from A to B
You can't even show me nothing from A to Z
And I know my ABC's so I know that U ain't a G
I'm the type that'll spray the heat, start jogging I start popping like bacon grease
Then buck at/bucket your legs and thighs like KFC
Ain't it funny how all this shit get prepared in life?
Arsonal the bus driver got all in my face when he was in fear for life
Then sweaty stinky smelly ass Goodz did it
But he brought his sweat stain to fight
Now fuck it, ifs my turn I gotta bring up the heat cause this battle is fair in heights/Fahrenheit's
You a bitch, you pussy, you faggot!
I ain't even gotta let the ratchet cook
He'll be scared from just hearing the clicking like Captain Hook
He knew I'd get him read/red so he had to book
He the type to help the badges catch a crook
An to the precinct and flat out tell/tail, he a platypus
Now Rex, now you know you done fucked up right?
You said "The 40 so big when I snap it I could pull a hamstring."
What the fuck does that mean?
Then you said "Dizaster be slapping Okwerdz on the ass and they ain't playing nothing"
Now that is homo, the shit that got me so damn steamed
Is when Shine battled Suge Mook slapped him on his ass and they wasn't playing a damn thing
The Dot Mob out here looking shakyyyy babyyyyy!
I mean y'all slap each other on the ass, Mook get ran out of Detroit
He gets stapled, you get beat up at battles, you stay getting robbed
Your hype man is a retard!
But you stay yelling out "DOT MOB, BITCH!"
The only thing y'all showing me is that Dot Mob bitch!
Any single one y'all say Dot Mob street
I run up and cause Havoc on this Prodigy and leave this Dot Mobb Deep
You lil fucking jerk, timeout, y'all got me battling a fucking nurse!
That's not a punchline, that's real facts!
But don't count him out yet saying that this kid is twat
Remember he's a nurse, so he really do be giving shots
The difference is, I give out shots when them blickers in
N***a, you give out shots of insulin
N***a you don't give out shots when them Tecs are firing Randy, you give out shots for hepatitis
N***a be like "Yo Con my name ringing bells now, I'm worth grands"
Only time your name buzzing on that intercom "*click* "Paging Nurse Randy."
I think there's some senior citizens that need their pampers fixed
That's why I hate this liar, changing diapers the only time he handle shit
Do y'all believe anything gangsta from this n***a?
Do you? Or is R anything you believe on YouTube?
I swear for this nurse I have no patience/patients, but you be
[Round 1: T-Rex]
Real n***as do real n***a shit like all the time
Which means you gotta live 99.9% of your rhymes
Like for instance me and Head Ice had an altercation
I told the n***a "I'll see you outside, no crew, no bets, no guns no knives."
Through all the bullshit, there was a n***a whole flip over my size
That had to sneak me from the side
Now how's that pussy when Conceited wouldn't survive
Aight then, I had enough with all that Ice shit
Cause in world n***as fight all the time, so that's life shit
It's just the fact that I was getting it on
And Conceded can't think of a n***a In this whole world he had a fight with
Not in Kindergarten, not in second grade, not last year, not yesterday
But in his rhymes he always talking how his weapons spray
How the fuck he supposed to put in work with no resume?
N***a, on Math's top 10 worst lines, he shitted on you
And you be holding his nuts I heard y'all go to the clubs together and you be holding his cups
You even got a bong and you don't smoke and you rolling his blunts?!
Well I'm that sour, you smoke me then I'm choking you up
Hollow like to rebuttal, I do it too, cause I'm a leader
How can I lose to a n***a wearing Ultimate Warrior sneakers?
When you think of Rex, you get the hammers and picking shells up
Big guns, whatever's down getting nailed up
You think of Conceited you think of women wearing Chanel pumps
Panty lines and potpourri, bitches getting they nails done
Fuck this supposed to be? Your comeback Con?
Know that I'm the wrong dude for you to comeback on
If you ain't heard I got a gun that s long
Fuck flat, I'll have it to where his respirator won't come back on
Dot Mob the baddest crew out, fuck what the rest say
Next n***a play with Murda Mook he gon’ see them Tec's spray
That 40 will have his bones showing like an X-Ray
I'll have his brains all over the place like a sex tape
You probably looking like you two short n***as
No, the difference is I'm hard and you soft n***a
Ain't nothing to get your crew off n***a
Ain't no joking, when you see that Sig' smoking, it ain't no Newport n***a
For your G shock I show up with that G-lock
I will put that pump on his tongue; Reebok
The impact will blow Conceited body parts 3 blocks
Y'all n***as be on that pussy shit and we not
And this the n***a we supposed to give respect
Who battled Arsonal and had his legs around another n***a's neck?
Now that's some shit I can't respect
How you talking ‘bout some guns?
Cause on the shoulders is the may a n***a father hold his son
Is that the name of his crew? S.O.N.S.?
Sucking on other n***as sex
Cause it Sound Over Noise when I hit 'em with that Scat
Or since he on URL he Should Of known he getting Smacked
Now you fucking with a vet, not one of these n***as that slack
Now you always talking guns, but do you got one?
Have you ever seen one? Have you ever shot one?
He remind me of a fake bag at a Gucci store
He surrounded by real G's but he not one
Ayo Lux I heard he signed to Soulja Boy
Is he signed? I'm thinking, what the fuck they got in common?
It ain't they rhymes, I know what it is, they both fucking with them lines
Tell Soulja Boy holla at me I got dimes
He come at the right time, he get 5 for $49
He seem like one of them type of n***as that have mood swings
Well I'm built for that, you feel you in that mood, swing
I'll have you looking like DNA with that missing tooth thing
I'll beat you til your ass more colors than a mood ring
Heartless, Cocky, Conceited, them names is gay bro
But Heartless gotta explain how he was on the internet with a pink toe
What happened? Was it true? Was that Photoshop? Was it you?
And them was the n***a's that you got in your crew
Which means that we gotta take a closer look at you
Smack but that bread up ifs money on your head
K-Shine say
Zip Em Up, but yo THIS N***A'S DEAD!
[Round 2: Conceited]
Y'all got me battling a fucking nurse, Smack you got some fucking nerve
What's with this competition that you giving me?
A n***a who work in the hospital but still need help with delivery
That's cause you just an internet web star S
Aid your video on BET but that's Webstar's
Jim Jones in R, now he claiming Dipset
You would never sell If ya label was Titanic they wouldn't ship Rex/wrecks
Maybe it’s your image, but I think it's that fucking rhyming
I mean not even the Lakers would sign you
That label would never feel/Phil Jackson if you just owed 'em (Odom)
Cause you not a real artist (Artest) that's why nobody's buying 'em (Bynum)
But when I'm rapping the crowd making all the noise
You make em standby cause the rhyme you put in the air plain/plane
That's why they all are board (aboard)
That punchline shit is a parent, I fathered it
The battle game is what I'm married to so they know I had to alter it
Punch every line, name flips, y'all see the fads I prove
That's why you don't actually lose, it ain't hard to spell
I beat 'em no matter which craft (witchcraft) I use
I ain't kidding, I ain't no type of puss, champion sweater
Only may you're inside the hood
I'll grab the 9 and put T in the dirt like Tiger Woods
And he'll get a lot of iron if his diets good
SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!
I said you get a lot of iron, if you die, it's good
I don't give a fuck, he going in, no bongo, I'm going in full throttle
He try to do everything I do but put a twist on it like a bottle
He even went to Grind Time, my home to get some condo (Con dough)
Came back and said he a gorilla cause he go everywhere that Con go (Congo)
N***a you couldn't keep from getting wet with a poncho
When that long nose blew/blue like Gonzo
I keep the 9 tucked like Rondo, he'll start bucking like a Bronco
N***a I pop chrome, he going to sleep
You couldn't get through this nap with a hot comb
I can see through you with my eyes closed
You only get that work-out doing Tae Bo
And giving up the chains the only time you let the 9 go
What the fuck you expect Rex? Of course real n***as really gon' take it
Cause they doubt you, that's why they house you like Real Estate Agent
I heard it was only one n***a, plus those five figures
Minus those 3 9's that was pulled in grad
Now what does that equal to?
I don't expect you to get it, we all saw you ain't good with Math
Cause lunch tale bitches never add up, that's why you could never get some
In a Catholic church with a sister, you still couldn't get none/nun
Everybody here except for you know your bitch giving that mean dome
We all know how she moan
Even with your relationship at stake (steak), she wouldn’t let T bone
Usually when n***as talk that shoot 'em up shit, I be like "Mmm so what?"
But the reason I'll never believe you let that fo' tuck
Cause when you saw Head Ice on the block
You let him back you down like a post up
You was shook, horrified, showing no gut
It's ironic his name's Ice, but he the one that froze up
I roll up quick fast, quick jab like it's Zab and scrape his chin This n***a went home and had flashbacks he had to but Ice on his face again
So fuck it Rex, what up n***a, I'll box you
You in crew shape you let big Ice drop you
So I ain't even gotta get the steel to blaze ya
We do that knuckle thing and I let a couple swing like Will and Jada
N***a you weak, you sweet, you Nantucket
A right hook will have his face on my fist like a hand puppet
N***a, you won't blam nothing
How you say you gripping and spraying lead
When your toy ain't got a body on it, it's Mr. Potato Head?
So do y'all really believe he gets involved
That would squeeze weapons off to harm me?
Nope he's Barney, this T-Rex is soft
And for that one n***a that's backing 'em like, "I got bread on Rex, I'm even willing to put up dubs."
He must work right in the hospital with you
The way you like putting on scrubs
[Round 2: T-Rex]
I run with n***as that shoot off impulse
We ain't gotta be beefing, but we squeezing if you get close
So Con all that talking reckless will get your shit broke
I'll have a hollow sitting on your tongue like a Mentos
What you know about holding that fifth until your hip hurt?
Or every time you breath you bleed that s cause your ribs broke
Everybody ready to die, you better live first
Cause it ain't no Life After Death unless ifs a BIG verse
Hold on, let me ask y'all a question
Is it any way we can help Con out? Any suggestions?
He don't rap with no energy, no aggression
He don't sound like a Man cause he ain't got the Method
And this the n***a that's supposed to beat the legend?
The veteran, whenever it storms I bring the Deserts, weapons Hundred n***as running through your section
When you see the magazines it ain't the Vibe or the Essence
He might as well rap with a Jewish hat and a shirt on
Cause when you rhyme we don't feel it, you ain't got no soul Con
Is that why you ducking Soul Khan?
I ain't gon stop there, I'ma give 'em some more cons
N***as been asking me Con this and Con that
Ask me questions, "Is Con good or Con wack?"
I said, "Fucking with Rex he must be drunk off some Cognac." If he get a record deal I wouldn't wanna hear a Con track (Contract)
I show up where Con at ready for combat
Couple of these will change his eye colors like contacts
Fuck it, I'll have killers where Con stay, long K
All my n***as would do it in broad day
Get his mom's casket closed for cheap, conway
N***as act different when mommy dead, Con/Ye'/Kanye N***as told me that Con the greatest
That I shouldn't rap with speed I should be concentrated
It's just his death that I'm contemplating
But if he live he ain't gon do shit, he constipated
I bomb first, put this little n***a in a long hearse
When I rap it's a Louie sneaker, when he spit it's just a Converse
Long heaters, long ninas
Show up to that game shoot wherever that Con' seated
He don't get no pussy so when Con' beat it
He nut in 'em, you know how many bitches that Con' seeded? Why he talking all condescending?
I'll have bullets put in everyone of Con's descendants
N***as talking that Con's was snitching, you convincing
He talk to the DEA and get n***as convicted
It ain't nobody that spray guns round him
Con' wouldn't be a convict if A-Kon signed him
Large fours, I could press a button and lift 'em garage door
It cost 5 stacks to hear a Rex ray, you'd think he from the Bronx
Cause it's only a Grand that Con' cost (Grand Concourse)
I told the last Brooklyn n***a I was Baghdad
And I'm trigger happy, I'm putting n***as in Glad bags
Ain't no way a Brooklyn bitch gon beat a vet from Harlem
Only the dickheads think he on top cause he conned 'em (Condom)
All these n***as can such a dick for hating on Rex
Cause I just killed Con' with all concepts
EASY!

[Round 3: Conceited]
Y'all see this big belly ass n***a?
This n***a on blogs saying he 25
You trying to stay young forever? What's that? 30's the new 20 ass n***a
But y'all keep treating him like he the chosen one
That's why he named himself T-Rex cause he just bout as old as one
Smoking gun, AK, AR, Tec's probably
N***a I bring the big can to your crib like a Keg party
That shit'll bust off, you'll get the skull on your shirt like Ed Hardy
I don't wanna hear nothing outta you cats round me
You dumb sweet Front seat the only may you catch shotties
What? Rex you a mortician, you just make up those dead bodies
Did y'all believe ever Randy was up north behind bars in prison?
The closest you ever been to a cell block was dialing *67 N***a you couldn't do a bid behind bars if it was liquor you pouring
You couldn't FaceTime with an iPhone
You wouldn't do a bid at an auction
I'm the kid with the glitter, the lips on the ripper, it's bigger than Jigga's I been flossing
I been itching to hit ya, I'm ripping this n***a [?] I'm really starving
I get pissed in a minute like Rick I'll rip him
And then the bullshit acquitted I'm Ben Gordon
Go to his crib with the blicker, go blickity
Deadly with triggers I'm kicking that door in!
Let the Ruger cock for the whole crew with Dots
Hit K with the K, ricochets, make sure Mook gets shot
Louie V and Show will be a free throw, I'm a give you two shots
Get to the Eagles to make them birds pop out like a coo-coo clock
I'm trigger happy, I'm hitting everybody when I'm using Glocks
N***a my guns belong on the Maury show
Cause they don't know who to/the pop
Cop a top, got me loading up the Cannon like it's a photo op
That 40 is all chrome like Robocop
I'll shoot, make this n***a look like a bitch, Photoshop
N***a the only thing you have in your can is soda pop
So if he say he got bullets coming out of the long nose, no it's not
SLOW IT DOWN! I JUST DISSED YOU!
If he say he got bullets coming out that long nose, no, it's snot!
N***a you have to have the nappiest hair in battle rap history
And you decide to go get them Gumby cuts
N***a it looks like you go to the barber like "You know... let me get the fuck me up."
I never seen a n***a in need of a tummy tuck act fucking tough
Knowing damn well I draw 4's, he'll go for the deck, Uno
You the smallest one in your circle and ain't even playing it/planet, Pluto
The Dot Mob don't fuck with this n***a
They wouldn't let him kick it if this was Judo
Cause number one, you mad Bruno, you be lying how you let your tool go
You wimpy how you say your big arms pop I (Popeye)
But your guns never blew though
You know everybody want me to bring your hype man up
Why the fuck should I? His hype man sucks
I should get on the phone with "EAT EMMMM!"
Cause I but my right hand up
That my hype man would fuck your hype man up!
I light cans up, when I'm in the broad daylight, that's a sunshower
Bullets take his baby breath
Now I gotta bring the son flowers/sunflowers
If your bitch get violent (violet)
I fuck around and shoot strays
The gun rose, I points at her (poinsetta)
And he got his boo K'd (bouqueted)
If you think this Dan be lying (dandelion)
When I say he get that loot up
You'll sleep on a bed of flowers after I put two in you
Once I let that tool up (tulip)
Rex I promise you, I will squeeze the hammers
You better have some life savers 'round and I don't mean the candy
I pop, you'll watch ya dear/deer mommy die without seeing Bambi
Cause I'm fire and nicer than when the beach is sandy
I'm no joke rapping, I'm Joe Jackson how I'm beating Randy
But would you let the Desert spark, Kevin Harts?
Are you gonna pop the Glock, Chocolate Drop?
Yo n***a on Smack you was lying how you ate (8) Mile
N***a you Poppa Doc
I swear this Dinosaur shit has gotta stop
You taking this T-Rex shit so far n***a you even got a Fossil watch

[Round 3: T-Rex]
Saying my name in vein/vain will have an I.V. in yours
Or give you that "I hope you walk again." from your in-laws
I'll make his body splatter like a four from the 10th floor
Or have it where his Blood's everywhere, Crenshaw
I'm sick of this lil n***a talking bout these long weapons
That he too little to shoot, who this boy tricking?
Yo Mook, it don't take a man to squeeze the can
Even the n***a with no balls can shoot
St. Tom Shepard? Now flip in front of these birdies and get nutso
That nine off the roof I got bullets by the truck load
Da, da, dadada.. if II sound like a drum roll
More ratchets than a Call Of Duty gun code
Let me ask you the difference with you and me
N***a you ain't ever had to grind or hustle on the street
When your life is on the line and you ducking from the D's
Next week your man gon kill himself with your piece
What you know about winter time, no heat?
It's so cold in your house, you wear your jacket to go to sleep
I ain't rapping to be rapping I'm rapping about me
You ain't ever sinned before, you live the life of a priest
What this n***a know about packaging grams?
When the 12-12 skimmies keep fucking up your hands?
And your (?) got no more wet, it's just tan
And you knocked and try to stash that pack in the back seat of your van
See what I mean? He ain't ever had a fight before
And he big on that computer cause he Micro-soft
You can talk that gangsta shit when these mics go off
I'll give em a jab, he gon need an iPad, no Apple Store
I can have a n***a harm y'all fast
Get his windows wiped out like his hard drive crashed
Then this four gon blast, I get it all like that
For them chips I put n***as in Bonton bags
I heard his girl is a crazy woman
She always acting out and he say she bugging
She told me to get my bitch if you think she want it
Well I got a bitch to kill (Tequila) for $1,800
She treat this dick well, Nelly called her a Tip Drill
She was musty, like (?) shower how her piss smelled
I'm outside with the ratchet, the whole clip fell
It's ya Training Day and I'ma do you like the Russians did Denzel
That 80 or that Mac will erase him off the map
I'll have him in a casket looking like he planking on his back
Tell Conceited don't play with me, he might get me mad
Stop looking at me like that cause I'll kick your ass
Your man with that pink toe, I'll get it tagged
He'll see his life go bye like he was in a cab
I gotta blast Dot Mob hockey mask have 'em operating on him like a frog in a science class
This shit starting to be a nuisance It's crazy how these n***as took me and Mook shit
Then they do these blogs all on me and Mook's dick
Til they ass naked getting fucked with a pool stick
Cause you In Too Deep and I'll show you how God do shit
I'll move n***as in the crew films; Ruthless
You'll never find his body it's where DNA tooth is
This barrel keep this bullet in her mouth, it's a cue stick
Every time she leaving she lead 'em to go smooches
Not just me, she top my team, no hands, both arms to the sides like 9:15
She used to let me bang her for awhile, she II eat a n***a up
She'll drink a n***a child, she'll play like Chris Brown
She'll take a n***a down
She be sucking with two hands It looking like she ringing out a towel
Even when the odds against me, if I'm falling I'ma shoot off balance, Dirk Nowitski
You gotta pay, not even Oprah get a win free (Winfrey)
These X rated bars this n***a Disney
Yo Smack you know I was hot for a century
Respect you gotta give me, fuck all that give me the Benji's
That was the Dot Mob coach, tell 'em to bench me
I bet 100 that Mook and K both can put up 50
I came a long may from being Dingy
Now I ball at ya mall (Jamal), no Tinsley
Broads open the door like Mr Bentley
I'm in a Porsche now I'm starting to miss the Bentley
THIS N***A DEAD!