[Round 1: Random]

Motherfucker, you know that song "We dem boyz"?

Well out here we them Balkans

We would leave our children orphaned

For rakija and beer endorsements

And your name's Bashir Manfred Yagami?

Just to read it is exhausting

It sounds like when he was born they filled the form

On a Lebanese "Wheel of Fortune"

We thought your career was over

And now you’re a Rap Skillz performer

You need a place? this is Toza

Rovinj hostel- he's the owner, feel free to call him

Cause we are tired of seeing you homeless

See, there's a difference between being broke and being broken

And you are both, it’s in your culture

Peep the holsters, my team approaching

Raising twins - Mrs. Olsen

Trigger happy will drop a tier/tear - mixed emotions

You're feeling hopeless

Like Los Angeles burning victims' last glimpse of the Pacific Ocean

You know why so many battle rappers are coming from California?

Cause that State is known for fires so they are used to being roasted

While we escaped death like the roadrunner

Your four cousins got you Talibanned

Now you in Cali as Lebron's butler

You goatfucker like Savannah James

You call Jay Z a soulbrother cause your forefathers had a camel face

You slept on me you lowlifer and caught fire

To your Osama pajama pants

This cornball posts his own rhymes and admires'em

That type of self-absorbed soft porn is grinding your vagina skin

You said you learned new terms like..neurogenesis

To me it sounds like you got something terminal in your genitals

And there's no medicine so you reminisce

How you used words so effortless, so insecure

That you jerk off to your own penmanship

You should marry yourself, and set a perfect precedent

As the first Arab to wear a turban and a burka wedding dress

I'll ressurect that old 22 just for you, I will Larry Nance ya

It's child’s play to clap ya, like Daddy Shark animation

I listened to your one song and it gave me cancer

This kid pussy, I’ll put my hands on him like I'm Larry Nasser

The steel rings but the beam balanced

Barflip after barflip but I dont need gymnastics

You still sound like someone played a Marshall Mathers CD backwards

Now you see some traction as an actor

Cause your life screams for action

But your weak theatrics are one-dimensional even with the 3D glasses

And the young stars have surpassed you

You can’t reach their stature

You ain't got that Glueazy or the Geechi passion

Someone took your drive and it ain't your taxi dispatcher

You reflect how music went

From Michael Jackson's HeeHee to tweeting on Tekashi FEFE fashion

And that shit makes me wanna stab you til your spleen is fractured

With a quick something from my pocket like CP3 passes

Or put an Eagle to your head

Like Mussolini’s fascists, your teeth get bashed in, now

You have a lisp like you speaking Spanish

Pull up on you in my Mitsubishi like "beep-beep, captain"

Shoot at your feet, make you dance like the Kiki challenge

Yesterday you refused to see me

And you threw a freaking tantrum

You're vegan and yet you ducked me

But now you have to meet/meat me, faggot

(Dizaster)

SLUŠAJ MALI (listen, kid)

They say to make a good impression in a new country

You only have one chance

So before I go any further...FUCK FRANCE man fuck that shit

Just glance at the throne

A battle in Stalingrad, another piece of land I need to grab as my own

I done battled in a whole goddamn planet

And from where you're standing

This looks like it about to be another big battling roam

Cause you know in ancient times this all used to be

A big battle in Rome, and now I'm back here in modern times

Standing in front of this average clone

Random - unknown, I'll make your skull snap, crackle and pop

Bitch, I'm bad to the bone

I'm about to say the type of stuff that makes the United Nations flip

I'm talking crazy shit

After I'm done they gon put this battle

In the Museum of Broken Relationships

I'm a certified ape with this

And you such a little pussy

They put you on Croatia's endangered list

Of animals right next to the Eurasian Lynx

You're a RIS....a fucking RIS

I admire your persistence

But ain't nothing you can say today can put up no resistance

You're from Montenegro, in 2006 you finally got your independence

Bitch, I've been battling longer

Than your country's even been in existence

This crowd is amazing

They told me you wouldn't understand no type of English

They told me to keep my rhymes simplistic, fuck that

I rhyme so intricate, explosive psycho

I might go spitting inside of a psych ward

After sipping a whole pint of nitroglycerin

Or I might go night swimming on the Flint side of Michigan

Dive in a pile of microbes and scream "I'm the goat"

While I'm drinking it, bitch

You a bulimic, anemic hypogycemic-type hoe

You got lipo on your inner thigh

You tried taebo, but couldn't swindle it like a little idiot

Oh, you do MMA?

You throwing those little gay-ass high kicks in your white robe

You thought you top dog, but Bob, you the side show

And that ain't no typo or no Simpsons shit

I know I got the right quote I'm like a Geico lizard, bitch

Oh my Lord, I'm so sick with this

You try to high post, take the high road

Get sideswiped by a light post

I'll leave your engine split in half

With your eyes closed on the side of the road

Like truck drivers falling asleep riding the distances

Talk that shit, get you pistol-whipped, scissor-clipped

You ain't no with no motherfucking mafia-type business

This guy's gibberish, anybody can rap about a crime and say I did this

When Sasa Matic is your only eye witness

Your storyline only got 9 mentions your dimensions

Are dying expressions of an expired rhyming profession

Why try to defend this? highly pretentious, driving by in his '96 Lexus

Can't-freestyle-or-rhyme-a-sentence-to-save-his-life type of guy

That's why I find you offensive

We're from two different cloths

Camouflage fatigues versus Hawaiian dresses

Trying to pop off, the God intercept you, this divine intervention

You'll be gone in less than 9 seconds like a Vine session

This trifecta from the vibe I'm getting down in Tribeca

Sipping Corona limes with lemons

Or I might behead him, ISIS setting, desert strike from the Heaven

Croatia will also have a 9/11

Except for you guys it will arrive on the second

How dare you to even try to fire a weapon?

I'll slide across his screen like a fighter from Tekken

Put a knife to your windpipe, slice-open your tyroid section

Leave it inside of your neck til you develop a viral infection

I'll have your blood splatter in 9 different directions

Like Chinese intersections, bitch

[Round 2: Random]

Yo, I mean that was Dizaster

When you Google him it now says: Film Actor

He's been in one movie...for 2 minutes...big factor

But it was produced by Eminem, and ever since

This Bin Laden imagines living the life of a B Rabbit

Trying to impress Shady, but he's facing some "slim" chances

He drives Hailie to gym classes, waters the plants in Slim's absence

He even pulled up on Kim Mathers, lipsmacked her and kidnapped her

He made a replica of Shady's dick and uses it as a fridge magnet

Which reminds him every day of who really puts food on his platter

How come you're best friends with Slim

When you got breast-fed by him?

And the next step is to accept that he can backslap you at will

You wrote Mega on your neck in jet black

And then backtracked like a bitch

So the next time you do a fake tat

Put some anthrax in your ink maybe that way it'll make it sick

No, maybe that way it'll make it stick

A sto je, picko? (What up, pussy?), sto je, picko?

Enough about your motion picture and all your other poor decisions

Your face alone is a source of illness like refugee

Boats with infants suffering from motion sickness

I will snatch the soul from your closest sibling

Leave you unable to mourn the victim, scared to even

Pour some liquor like bar owners during Prohibition

My hero is OJ, your hero is Homer Simpson

So ambitious, focused but I'm also distant

Goku with the Ultra Instinct

While you remained more like Krillin, "solar flare" to your religion

Even though it makes no difference

Cause y'all already blinded by all the fiction in the Holy Scriptures

Homey listen, call me midget and I'll be on a solo mission

To run up to your door and kick it like a pissed Jehowa witness

And then mountain climb your whore, in my Harry Potter robes

Make her grab my magic wand and kiss it

Cause she's great at catching balls like Quidditch

You back from work - clothes dripping with roasted chicken

While she screams "it's coming home, it's coming home"

Like those stupid folks in England

See, everything you do, I do better, but noone expects me to win

I come from that land, brother

Where grandmothers got hecklers and Sigs

Yugoslavia, our grannies raised us, they were stressing the kids

To close the door and stay away

From that draft like your President did

Fuck your Commander in Chief your commander's a cheat

He doesn't listen, doesn't read, doesn't

Care about briefs like going commando to sleep

I know, I know, my country got bombed by NATO for weeks

But I'd rather have a nuclear missile dropped on my head as I speak

Than one more of your Orange Cheeto's rambling tweets

So give us bombs as a present and air assaults on our brethren

We'll be standing tall...well, not me

But dammit bro you get the message

A lightning storm is in our essence, we'll fight a war with no weapons

So Trump was right all along, we tiny, strong and aggressive

(Dizaster)

OK...picko (pussy)

I'm having fun with this guy cause before this I've never heard of him

Stop talking with all that stuff with the Serbians

Only thing Montenegro did was help them murder them

You think I don't know...but listen

You're in disbelief right now

You can't even believe that a battle with Dizaster is real

This is your moment little guy, I can imagine how you actually feel

When Vedran finally locked the contract in

And they gave him the battle deal

To celebrate they took him to McDonalds

And bought his ass a "Happy Meal"

Yo, I came all the way out here, all the time touring

But today what's the occasion?

I'm about to put this little fucking fuckboy on house arrest/probation

I came all the way out here to push a Croatian's whole face in

But wait a minute...bro, wait, you're not Croatian

Your jaw formation says you're from a wrong location

You're from a very small close nation

A very very very very very very small close nation

Comes this little odd guy who today will be making this small short statement

Right before I Samurai Ghost-blade him

So close I'll probably throat-shave him

This your average Instagram story you won't save him

I'll crack his skull on the pavement

I'll take off with his whole payment

His homie is like "What are you doing, bro

Get in your little Go-kart and go chase him?"

Me and you are not the same

Bro, a vacation for me is your vocation

You lucky this didn't happen back in the US

Cause back home in the States, you couldn't see me like a broke Asian

And after I'm done beating your ass here

Then there you go back to the old nation

Formally known before invasions from the North came in

You wanna hear less about that? ok, ok then, ok, then

We'll talk about what we all wanna know

Where the fuck did rest of your body go?

Yo, you're getting bodied, bro

This battle looks like tall Luigi versus little Mario

Bro, you ain't shit but a punk

Whop-whop whop-whop, that's the sound you make when you jump

They told me I'm battling Random, I said who's that?

This guy is a little Scooby snack

This is how you booby-trap a little neutered cat

Talking about "we shoot our gats"....TI SI PATULJAK - midget

You out your mind and dumb

How you gonna call me a grasshopper

When you're literally the size of one?

A little tiny one with a tiny gun

Shit, even Mighty Mouse thinks this is gonna be mighty fun

Look at you, fucking....what is this, a soap opera?

You will get your fucking throat chopped

I smoke ops, I'll beat you down like a Croatian police officer

You'll get Mirko CroCop-ed

Fuck what this man said

You gon leave Zagreb in a bag full of lamb spread

This battle's just started and you're already half dead

This is a handicap, you're getting your faggot-ass

Snapped in half like crab legs

I told'em I'm doing this oversea battles first as a warm up

I'm not used to seeing Croatian bitches in person

Usually, it's on Pornhub

He wants to predict the short jokes

Like "You got short jokes!", so what?

You need to get over it and grow up

Oh fuck

[Round 3: Random]

Yo, before I begin my third round

We gotta address that stupid head of yours

It looks like you're trying to grow a baby palm

With your tiny baby palms

I'll fucking walk in here and drop eighty bombs on Lebanon

Yo, Eminem fathered you

So you're that baby voice from "Hailie's song"

This guy loves conspiracy theories of the modern era

Like who financed the war on terror

George Soros or Schwarzenegger

For him Mark Chapman offing Lennon

Was all part of a global set up

And who really controls the weather

Is something he can harp on forever

But you also did a vlog

Crying to your loyal members

How KOTD owes you cheddar

And now you mad, you all vendetta

You should join Alex Jones

With his school shootings-child actors-bullshitting whole agenda

Cause you love to play the victim

So y'all could do a show together

And all this cause Eminem would not let him backstage at Coachella

I mean, how can you weep for fifty and some minutes

Like a needy, antsy infant

In a blue velvet bathrobe...that isn't really gangsta, is it?

You got major upset, like Tyson getting beat up by Buster Douglas

Which just makes you a bigger baby than a Helium Trump in London

You know what else rhymes with Helium Trump in London?

I've been meaning to fuck your mother...no, but not

Not cause I love her

Cause I'm tired of your family breeding among each other

You confessed to your fans

How your feelings got crushed and smothered

And spilled your guts on camera

Like a samurai streaming a Harakiri right in public

So swing on me, I'll be Kobe, I won't even flinch

And for that blue velvet shit, dog, you ought to get lynched

You almost 40 and broke, still wash your clothes in a sink

You as relevant as Anastasia, Backstreet Boys and N'Sync

I hope you and your Remy Helgesen boy are in sync

When you both black out, midday, like the solar eclipse

I will make you change your name on some Northern Makedonija shit

You came to Croatia just to die, like Toše in his Touareg džip

I am loud and inappropriate like a courthouse fart

I can shine off the top like my baldspot does

Get out of bounds and I'll catch a body - I got a courtside spot

But if you wanna shoot/chute, you're getting dropped

That's how Fortnite starts

I've been pushing keys since I was four - I got those Mozart smarts

A 45 will turn this Arab into pork chop sides

Wherever you go, you scream the location like a tour bus guide

Cause you forget where you are, hows that Alzheimer's, pops?

See, see in third rounds, (pulls out a backpack)

I use accessories to elevate my bars...I know, bear with me

Certain objects I introduce to accentuate some parts

Against Jantar - a water bottle

With short jokes and self-deprecating shots

Versus Darko - I brought test results of his forever failing heart

And with Kari - a plastic hoop

So everyone was shocked by my record-breaking hops

Now I got something for you, Diz, a big

"fuck you", cause I would never give you props

I am a legend with these Slavs

You don't know what we got on you

Sun-tanned forearms for all the drivebys that we plot on you

We mob on you, I hope you got your squad on you

When I grab my tracksuit, and I "Slavic squat" on you

Yo what was your screen name again? Megaton, Desepticon?

You still can't rap for shit, you need a seminar on metronome

Look at you emotional, your whole life's a metaphore for menopause

I'll shut the lights in your homeland, turn Lebanon to Lebanoff

(Dizaster)

I would believe that shit you said about what you gonna do to Lebanon

If it wasn't coming from such a small little fucking Leprechaun

You can talk about Fortnite in your bars, I just don't fucking care

You are like Fortnite, cause all you gonna do

Is pull out your gun and bust in the air

You look like you drive a Volvo Uber wagon

Which I don't know what's worse, that or the stupid accent

You use when you be rapping

Bitch, I'm the huge attraction, I collapse battle events

You lose your back in

I'll punch your nose off your face and push your pupils back in

Sidenote: Dalmatians are the ugliest dogs ever

I tell it to do a straight jump

Rolled over on its stomach, took off in the opposite way and runs

Straight dumb, I fucking hate them, if the Fire Department next door adopts anymore, I'll fucking grenade them

Cruella de Vil was a gangster

Keep on running your mouth like a faucet, guy stop it

This is a PSYOP with live rockets

Crocodile Dundee knife in my side pocket and I might pop it

But before I go any further today, tell me

What the fuck is rice chocolate?...I want it...five boxes

Right now or I'll take this guy hostage

Your rhymes are garbage

You look like you would let me have sex with your girl

Back in America I'd give her a nice necklace with pearls

I'm the fucking main event, when I step in, heads start to swirl

I'm like Ludbreg in Croatia - I stand at the "Center of the World"

Yeah, for those of you who know, yeah, see

First of all, we was supposed to start this battle earlier

I guess that's no huge surprise

I was supposed to battle this dude at 5

And now I'm still standing here

Waiting for the other half of you to arrive

Yoyo, what the fuck, yo?

I thought I was battling Random, bro, where the fuck did he go?

You are a little, little, little man...this right here?

(removes Random's hat)...Zinedine Zidane

I came all the way out here so I can develop a huge fanbase

Now after half the shit he said I'm gonna learn to use Google Translate

Google Translate, translate the word: stupid fag-face

Human trash waste, frooty Drag Race dude from Backpage

Look, this ain't even about Arab, Croatian

This is about wrong or right rappers

Aaaaight...or nice rappers

So cut all the side chatter

Only thing you can do better than me is climb ladders

Who cares how pissed you get when you have a pint-sized bladder

I gotta battle with Saigon lined up right after I finish this side platter

You ain't even high enough on my scanner

But your bitch is, and I might slam her

I'll fuck Mila underneath the white banner

And all that'll say is: size matters

Look at him, he clearly has a phobia

I'll smack this faggot from here to Macedonia and back to California

Bro, you're retarded, you're smaller than dogshit

You're so small I can fit you in my drawer compartment

You're so small, if you ever owned an apartment

It'd be inside of a fucking Napoleon complex

Why is this fucking WWF action figure always acting bigger than he actually is?

You're not a fucking rapping spitter

You're a faggot wigger that goes both ways like the Bojana river

Truth is...you know, see, they don't

Truth is, Montenegro is a beautiful place, bro, it's a paradise

A place I can see myself living in

The Balkans region, the culture, the people - friendly citizens

But Montenegro itself

Is going through this ghost-town predicament

You got these gas stations in the middle of nowhere

With hotels and restaurants built into them

And nobody fucking visits them

But Montenegro people

Do have something good when you mention them

Montenegro has the oldest tree in Europe (claps)

Come on, man, that was a strong line

That's like me coming up to the Guiness World Book of Records

And tell them "look, man, I deserve a tall shrine cause I have this

Plant that's been sitting here for a long time"

You're out of your mind and you're fucking out of your zone

How are you gonna give me the business

When your people don't even have a currency of their own?

You're a fucking sheep herder from the mountains, leave me alone

And take this 100 euros back to Montenegro

And build yourself a home

You fucking little kurva, you little fucking sharmoota

Ich fick deine Mutter, tvoja majka je prostitutka