Round 1

(T-Rex)

They told me not to come to grind time, it was biased
But they hate me everywhere so I said fuck it, Ima try it
Con, they put me in front of this astronaut, named Brian that I didn't eat last year cause I was on a diet
He can't tell bout people that's dyin', but he could tell you how many light years it take for a space shuttle to get to Zion
This geek look like a professor in science, a retarded quarterback for the Giants
That's 29 and a half years old and get an allowance
It ain't a gangsta bone in his body, nowhere
He still can't have company in his house without his folks there
If he's a wrestler, I'll spin in the crowd and throw chairs
If he was a wrestler, he'll blow niggas in the crowd and wear gold hair
I could tell he's a wannabe tough dude, tapes of him butt naked in Lush room
And blamed it on all the ecstasy pills and the mushrooms
My punchlines make peoples' eyes swell
You don't even rhyme well, all you do is scream, whine, cry, yell
And they laugh, cause you (resind?) them of Seinfeld
Flow and delivery, what I'm all about
Breakin' niggas down to pieces, Ars, I'm the slaughterhouse
Money, don't fuck with murders, Ortiz, whatchu frontin' for?
Give me a crooked I, these 5 9s will knock ya buddens off
My peoples looked at my like "Rex, what the guns is for?"
You better off with a glass of milk, this nigga muffin soft
I'm like "of course, but I love it when the heat is workin'"
Long clip, keep spittin' like a teethless person
He ain't got no street credibility, he ain't even worth it
He wouldn't wave a firearm if his sleeve was burnin'
Now it's time for you to get exposed, his face is already red so we know that he a clown
All he missin is the nose, he already got on an outfit and them stupid ass shoes
Since you stupid, Ima start rappin' stupid, like you
I'll step on your spine 'till your back starts to break...(waits for crowd to settle down)
I'll step on your spine 'till your back starts to break
Then throw hurricanes at you, till ya earth starts to quake
Then I'll take your remains, and throw 'em in a lake
Now, what's that shit on the side of your face?
It could talk, this thing really could talk, it was hollerin' at his mother
To be honest, Lush... this shit by my ear is the father to his little brother
And look, I just got a phone call from his mother
It went "Hi, T-Rex, I know that you're black. I got a son named Brian, and you know that he raps
I'll give ya whole crew the head, you let him spit on a track
I already fucked Tech N9ne, and Kool G Rap
But wait, I already fucked Tech N9ne, and Kool G Rap, wait...lemme take off this goddamn hat
You think you gon' beat me wearin' some shit like that?
You think you could defeat me wearin' some shit like that?
Nigga I'll pull out big guns, that'll make that stupid ass hat run....EASY...Harlem, bitch!

(Okwerdz)

After ducking all year now that he's here i get it/
He wasn't scared on no fear of death shit, he just needed 9 months cuz his ear was pregnant/
I said one line about you, i thought this guy'd ignore it/
But he did a racist blog with all types of horse shit/
Look, this mawfucka did 11 minutes long, plus a live performance/
And had the nerve to say that i'm riding YOUR DICK?/
Nobody here is clappin for yo bars/
They just wanna see you get smashed with a crowbar cuz you're a bigger faggot than solar/
Your on a massive losing streak, math jus chewed this geek/
If this was smack then you would be, the black illusion z/
So no hypin em GT, hes tryin to cheat me/
Hes been writin for 9 months i been writin for 3 weeks/
Look, look, ay, shut the fuck up, you're not so monstrous and vicious, according to fossils that there diggin/
Tyrannosaurus has more in common with, an ostrich or a pigeon/
So when hes duckin me hes just followin tradition/
Cuz the t-rex eventually evolves into a chicken/
And ya visions based on movement, that's too damn easy/
Cuz im making moves, but you can't see me/
So take yo bitch ass right back to the forest/
Fuck a t-rex we have a the saurus/
But he thinks hes here touring, and recording cuz hes sickly/
Till he gets to the spot where hes preforming and its empty/
Goons wearing masks start swarming with the ciggys/
And deport em from the city like E40 did to BIGGIE/
SHUT UP
And i'm a nobody's whats hes telling to his peers/
But till i gave attention to this queer, he'd been irrelevant for years/
A skeleton, its evident, and never been as clear/
I resurrected your career just by mentioning your ear/

Round 2

(T-Rex)

I'm from where you get niggas hammered, you know hammered, like slumped
He's from where you get niggas hammered, you know hammered, like, drunk
I'm from where you ride up and spray lead
The toughest thing he ever did was smashin' a beer can with his head
I'm from where you ride up and let eights off
And he's from where you ride up....ramps on skateboards
He hate girls, his father is into gay porn
On Halloween I heard he had a Ru Paul cape on
Now of course, what makes him think he could rhyme with Rex?
I'm built, only thing he ever kilt, was a Irish dress
You a baller? I'm the refs, I whistle there goes the tech
No football at all but bullets thrown at ya chest
It don't make your raps no harder cause ya face turn red
Cause the people that don't know you, they might think you was dead
Now the word around Stockton? That they hate you to death
They don't respect you, they neglect you, they think you a Fed
Now when I turned to Dizaster, you know the things that he said?
"Fuck all the rumors you hear about Okwerdz cause he's great in the bed"
Now...Now..I hear that's your man, and supposed to be close with 'em
But Lush, that don't mean he should be freestylin' and lockin' himself in the vault with 'em
Come out the closet, you niggas gay, everybody know ya'all frontin'
Ya'all be slappin' each other on the ass like "good game" and ain't nobody playin' nothin!??
Nigga that's disgustin'! You bitch, you fag, you homo, you dweeb
That take pills, that pop E, PCP, sheesh, he fuckin' with more drugs than Duane Reade
Now this nigga done lost to who? Iron, Hollow, Arsonal
Difference is, I got iron, and hollows, in my arsenal
I understand iron and arsonal, but that nigga hollow is horrible
This ain't the panthers versus the Klan
This ain't Kobe against Nash
This is not white against black, or Grindtime against Smack
This is real against fake, this is me against that
It's about a nigga that's a legend, against a nigga, that was ehhhh
I'm a vet, I kill niggas on cameras and shit
And he's a vet, he be dealin' with hamsters and shit
I be lookin' at girls' ass, he look at little girls' Pampers and shit, that don't make you a man, you a bitch
I want that power and respect, you sneak in my bathroom I'm in that shower with the tech
I kill him downtown with the powder and the wet
I'm a wild farmer, wearin' the farmer and the vest
I promise I'm the best, I hit 'em with the llama it'll knock 'em down the steps
Don't be arguin with Rex, bitch on the strip ya dome get split
One in his chest make him fold like a phone that flip
Silencer was on the front, he never heard it spit
I murked his ass...he still think he on phone with Sprint
I came here to fuck up the crime rate, now he don't know who takin' him out, it feel like a blind date, easy

(Okwerdz)

You can't beat Ok imma heat rock slumpin em dead/
Why my battling an ewok with a reebok pump on his head?/
So now you pop off and you the top dog in a range/
But where the fuck was the dot mob when u got robbed for ya chain?/
U told me you GANGSTA, with the most Glocks in America/
But when math called him out he said "ITS NOT IN MY CHARACTER"/
You wouldn't popped a shot with a derringer, damn hes a frail nerd/
On tracks hes a jailbird, but in real life Randy's a male nurse/
So you ain't cocking a shotty, only time he ever caught him a body/
Is when a patient fainted in the hospital lobby/
And its comical, all the time that you spend in a hospital/
It never dawned on you, to maybe get that baby cock removed?/
At work they probably make em wear a band aid over it/
But you need to put a muthafuckin lamp shade over it/
U kno who told me the hospital shit is true?/
Here bitch ill give a clue, the snitch is in your crew/
This is faggot disposal, snapping i'm postal/
Ill smash and expose you like math was SUPPOSED to/
And every Mook battle y'all behind em like some peasants/
Reciting every sentence, and hyping like some yes men/
So don't try to say that were biased for a second/
Your the reason the that word dick rider was invented/
Like fuck serius jones we crushed you easy/
Then Mook turns to em like, the fuck you mean we?
And if you taught him so much about battling/
Then why in the fuck are u stuck in his shadow then?/
I think That thing was probably put there to remind you how bad its been/
For Murda Mook to have something attached to him/

Round 3

(T-Rex)

Ima be...everybody know I'm kickin' his ass, so it don't matter what he say already
And how the crowd feel in ya hometown, cause I got paid already
He say my name in his last two battles so you know he respect me
But it never made me mad cause he never impress me
Then he had the nerve to say what he'll do if he catch me
Then what did he do when he catch me? Not a damn thing
Fifth so strong it damn near tore a (hamspring?)
Had to learn to shoot from my right till my left hand spring
Dot Mob, bitch, I started my own campaign
I'm aimin' for his brows, it get popped like champagne
Whatchu think I came all the way to Oakland not to get off?
For you to beat me, you gon' need a bed from Rick Ross, the outfit from Kriss Kross
Lil' Kim's lip gloss, Superman's power, and a mission from Jigsaw
This nigga gotta be jokin', I got the stamp, I'm the young Kevin Durant, I brung that Thunder to Oakland
Now these niggas gave me the OK, for me to kill OK
Couldn't do it in Harlem, had to bring it to OK
Shooters on call, spray when I give that OK
You finished, you Nicole Simpson, I'm OJ
Now, everybody know he racist, from the shit that he say
Cause he answer all of his questions like, "OKKK"
Now...I always hear him talkin' bout how he always sprayin' stuff when it come on
And how he's always got his gun drawn, and where I'm from they say fuck a one on
So we'll put all these white people in boxes, it'll remind 'em of when the brady bunch come on
So just know that when I'm comin' to spark ya, and you see that long nose, that it ain't Marsha Marsha Marsha
Nigga you said you was gon' fuck T-Rex up, well I'm two deep in ya hometown nigga, what?
Nigga I'm kickin' yo ass, cause of Beasley and cause of Lush
I'm whippin' yo ass, from Rosa Parks' seat on that bus
I'm whippin' yo ass...nigga, I'm whippin yo ass from Rosa Parks' seat on that bus
I'm whippin' yo ass, cause you fake, and I'm real
I'm whippin' yo ass for that little black girl in "It's Time to Kill"
Nigga im whippin' yo ass cause I'm a gangsta, and you ain't shit
I'm whippin' yo ass cause it's 2010, and you still own a slave ship
Now, I'm not hatin', but if I give this white guy a black eye
Is that (surrogation???) [Okwerdz: Segregation...]
Think it's a game when I'm sneakin' through ya window
Sparkin', blowin' the cartridge like I'm playin' a Nintendo
50 dots hoppin' outta rentals, bats swing at 'em, now he's duckin' under sticks like it was limbo
(???????? like Klitschko???) I play with Glocks and I got a fistful
Pop and will not miss you, got me in the octagon, now this nigga Ok is gone
Pop the jawn, couldn't see my face, I had the stocking on, Dot mob bitch....

(Okwerdz)

See when you lost to un kasa, you reused lots of rhymes/
And that's how the dude caught ya, cuz he knew all your lines/
Stop reusing the same trash its horrible, you'll get smashed to particles/
Cuz he recycles more than captain planet and that faggot Arsonal/
See the problem with you "street rappers" you only got one style/
You've been doing the same shit since u lost to young miles/
But from the geeks, to the street peeps homie i done reached long/
Comedy or mean long, what he does and beyond/
Freestyle or pre-drawn What he does and beyond/
We could even tell freeway to throw a BEAT ON/
This battle a slam dunk, imma dribble to the hoop/
I put 5 grand up, this pigeon flew the coup/
See my big homies make hits for cube and snoop/
Your big homies make chicken noodle soup/
And after that racist blog u did and all the whites you clowned/
Do you really think anybody here's gonna like you now?/
U probably think all black people flare gats and be crooks/
And all white people wear slacks and read books/
Now hes left without respect, this clown just left/
Black people back a thousand steps from Malcolm x/
And they say i'm scared to go to new york, and i act so pussy/
If i'm so scared, how come smack won't book me?/
I said i want one of your BEST RAPPERS, a heavy name/
They offered me X FACTOR & JESSE JAMES/
Next they'll probably suggest that little nuborn midget/
But fuck that i'm tryna be Murda Mook's mortician/
So start offerin solomons and not luke warm bitches/
And ill be there in a muthafuckin new york minute/