[Round 1: Reverse Live]

They say he's a legend, say he's a myth

If he's a Greek one then it's making some sense

When son gets waxed from the heat like Daedalus kid

What I'm saying is bitch, to Heaven's Gate where you send

So the kick come with wings on some Pegasus shit

Won't stop with you dawg, keep letting the tool off, the crew got managled

Red dots for the front of your squad like Rudolph fables

Catch him slipping then the metal running through your team while they kicking it like Foosball tables

Aye, you one of the best at rhyming Pete, I couldn't lie but

You do it in a vocal tone that makes children cry and pussy's dry up

But it works in a room full of dudes to a few you're a god

But to my eardrums, your raps have an appeal of a blast of a nuclear bomb

Dawg, it's like you were genetically engineered for ruining songs

So be happy you made it and became famous and battle rap found YouTube

Cause the only place your music would get rotation is for P.O.W.'s in sound proof rooms

On tonight's episode of Peter Morris Meets A Chorus

We discuss the irony of how The Saurus is the name that fate found for this cat

But if you read a thesaurus down to the last pronoun in the back

I still doubt a person can find the perfect words to describe

How fucking awful you sound on a track

Homie, your shit is trash

So see me with the bars you getting marked out like prison tats

I didn't come to fuck around, cut me any slack

I'm walking out with a body like a piggyback

Matter of fact, you insult my integrity you getting clapped

Have something pointed at your top like a wizard's hat

So play games, I'll have you flying with a sweeper like a Quidditch match

Pussy

[Round 1: The Saurus]

First things first, both of our shirts are fucking fresh

But right now, it's time for the Jolly Green Giant to have a brush with death

I'm coming off a light performance, this is true

How unfortunate for you, Reverse Live

Reverse life: you'll be a corpse when this is through

Time to walk down the street to the store to get some juice

Cause I'mma bring this bitch a brand new 40 to review

I know how important this is for you, so I open those doors

It's snowfall, I'm cooking something special, hold the blowtorch

Y'all wanna know more about how long I've owned his soul for?

Any time I roll my eyes, I can start controlling Hodor

Cold war, western block, mouth looking like he smoke meth a lot

If you hit a blunt with him, get a tetanus shot

Transplant Reverse, change of heart like, "On second thought..."

Put his hands up and let it pop like pinpointing a pressure spot

Let him talk to Bone Thugs if it helps him reach Tha Crossroads

What I'm spitting going over heads, they thinking Petey Pablo

But I brought dope in by the truckload, now they thinking Petey's Pablo

You'll see he's bitch behind the lens when Cody meets the real Diablo

Dawg, if you don't want your head chopped off reverse directions

When my high beams flash it's not all an urban legend

Beyond all that, what I got off my first impression?

The only bands he folds are his Hot Topic shirt collection

No question you dying in the first

Matter of fact, I could probably lose my license for this verse

Leave him lying on the curb then I'ma hop into my ride and let it skeert

Get 50 feet then pull a Suge Knight driving in reverse and drive into Reverse

You owe your life to Dirtbag Dan, he made you his co-host and put his son to work

But on the reverse side I'm also putting you under dirt

Time

[Round 2: Reverse Live]

I used to think they called you "The Saurus" cause of word choices and the rhymes you structured

Now I'm convinced that "The Saurus" title stuck cause you've turned yourself into a walking/talking giant bucket of Dino Nuggets

And I tried to fuck with celebrity comparisons that called this faggot

Ran his face through an internet generator and

All the matches were just different pictures to the insides of pomegranates

I palm the ratchet like I'm clutching your mama's ass that turn suckas to target practice

Yo never miss a legend when it comes to wetting shit call me John The Baptist

Ironic, cause once I get crossed, I'm splashing

All this happens cause you thought you were fucking with Live

Now I'm cutting the lights put infrared on anything that moves for saying that crazy shit

What I'm saying is, making brash statements gets any room turned into a laser tag stadium

You got face with mad shapes in it

Looking like someone made a mask outta plastic surgery table scraps

So you out here walking around with a bacon wrap cranium

Or your parents made you wash your cheeks with toxic leakage when you're only a child and now

Your facial features look how your vocal cords sound

Speaking of which, I doubt this weak little bitch will start acting like he isn't a geek

Scream on me with that voice cracking like a Piccolo Pete

I'll put a beam to yo' chest like [?] fighting Piccolo, Pete

So let it be known, if there's static, then I'm spraying

That 'matic, give ovations, keep clapping til you're brainless

And make a little room in your top like attic renovations muthafucka

[Round 2 : The Saurus]

Look, now I was supposed to murk Clips

But since you're the first person that I get to serve since

We can turn this to a burnt bridge

If you never were shit as a wordsmith

Just take a rhyme scheme stretch it like Reverse did

It works if you're really that trash

It works if you're really that trash

I asked the fans up here, if you'd become the man up here

They said you took my torch and ran with it, like I'm supposed to believe you ran somewhere

You're practically my grandson here

You ain't never been my rival

I've been proud since the day I conceived you after my second Scribble title

Good luck Cody, I thought that you'd need it

Usual Suspects, you remember the coffee cup scene with Kobayashi beneath it?

I'm Keyer Soze, the writing's on the wall if you read it

I walk different, in one shot got your mug falling to pieces

Oh Jesus, ever since that day you almost beat Dizaster

You've just been grazing in Hollister looking for greener pastures

He's the catch you can't be co-dependent on

On can we trust Reverse statements, ask the co-defendant Cody pinned it on

Homie, GOATing ain't easy, that's a scientific fact

My bars are all the talk like, "Ayo quiet in the back"

For the record, you'll get cut soon as the vinyl's out the pack

My cross fade will spin Reverse for the right amount of scratch

Power nap, now it's settled

Body shot, popping metal, y'all can watch me killing Reverse and it's not Memento

Time

[Round 3: Reverse Live]

I understand, when you got a face that looks like you just survived getting hit by lightening

And your shorty's still cute, you wanna show it off I can get behind it

But dawg, you're on Facebook, cup caking all day like a shitty diet

Ayo it reminds me of a prison riot

Cause once he get out his cell this bitch is wildin'

Yo, make me wanna pop this pussy

Splitting hymen's when my shit is firing

Grip the iron and tear apart this Greek fucker like a pit of lions in a fit of violence

But I bet you gets no love when I take your bitch on some player shit make her pay the rent

Turning tricks, so what? I give no fucks

I make her walk the strip coked up

Til the legs tire on that bird like Gizmo Duck

Yo, you play cards for a living and have a tramp stamp that says, "Live is a gamble"

So don't you ever try to fight with me asshole

You should know more than anyone if you come across the wrong hands your life is in shambles

And I got a pair, what's the deal? My next move is to hit

But I'm talking rights that cross the nostril cleaner than Peruvian bricks

Fucking up your ugly mug when I get to moving my fist

And blackout on them craters like a lunar eclipse

Bitch, catch me down for the hoo-ride with goons right next to me

Swinging customs shit costing bundles that'll put you poolside at Dubai every week

Long nose spraying like gesundheit if you try testing me

And find out I got a double barrel for Mr. Two Times Everything

Or I can go for the hip, take your soul with the fifth

Shove it down your throat little bitch, start unloading the shit

Now you catching flash backs to last week at Mass 3 the way you choking on Clips

[Round 3: The Saurus]

I'm just clocking in Reverse, but almost all of my time's up

So I'm just clocking Reverse, homie watch who you wind up

They told me that "Live's tough" they said, "Reverse has hands though"

Bitch I got a bigger sidekick than the Dirtbag Dan Show

Homie, the fans know, this a bad gamble for you

I ordered the Code Red you can't handle the truth

A fifth of Jack Daniels and a black Canada fuse

Lighting up the sky whether I'm Batman or I'm Bruce

I'm asking you, who's killed 'em worse?

I'm Klitschko split 'em first

Shit we all know Evil's pussy, Mr. Bigglesworth

He'll be looking like a different person when I finished work

Can't even tell it's Reverse if you did reverse image search

He thought that I was just messing with him at first

But I don't like the way your rhyme schemes stretches as thin as your shirts

You 'bout to see how this death certificate works

So many crosses the neck will twist on Reverse like an exorcism in church

I'm getting Reverse two coffins

One for him, one for who taught him and they'll both be closed when I'm through talking

I'm just looking for a boost like I'm shoe shopping

To start stepping on Reverse like I'm moon walking

I will rooftop Billy Boondocks him if he try to mess with me

We can bare arms if Cody act like he wanna get grizzly

But if there's one thing in life I wish I could reverse

I would turn back time to before I started writing these words

Before I ever even battled before I inspired Reverse

I'd stop myself from starting just to make your life even worse