[Round 1: Dizaster]

Yo, your face is bushy like an Asian pussy

Why you always giving me that mean face? You’re a sweetheart

I probably make him run through Brooklyn and get me a protein shake

The same way Puffy made E Ness run and get him a cheesecake

Stop acting like you got gangster ass teammates

Your record is clean, you got a clean slate

Like the before and after picture on the average dinner on Big T’s plate

You used to be massive, you was a beef cake, smoking crack and you freebase

I grab the back of your leg and leave it shattered in three places

So you walk around with a fucking staff and a knee brace

I push your wig back further than the average Smack battle release date

Yeah, these are deadly waters, it ain’t a place for Math to feel safe

Come flapping like a seal, get your hands and your feet

Aye, battling me is worse than swimming without a raft to a lake placid three lake

Yeah, dose me, I dare you to take a jab at me

You take a jab and I’ll duck it faster than you did the first time I asked you to come to Los Angeles and battle me

Yeah, he’s small, I’m small so naturally, I’m fast and speedy

I wait for the attack

I’ll dance and leave and come back with a knuckle sandwich attached to a leg transaction fee

He don’t even have the brain capacity

I’ll run up on his ass with a Sonya blade, fatality

Finish him, turn him into a straight Babality

Then take the little baby and mutilate it’s cavity quicker than Casey Anthony

Last night he was tryna be the King of Spades at the table

You ain’t no fucking King

You’re like Freddie Mercury, you’re a Queen with Aids

He’s all depressed cause his little homie Cortez had to leave the stage

But look on the bright side

At least now we have a fucking Mexican cleaning maid

You’re seventy percent water with thirty percent lemonade which makes sense

You put us on short time limits, you can’t go unlimited

You can’t concentrate, your shit is Minute Maid

[Round 1: Math Hoffa]

Yo, I can’t ignore the sure fact before rap you was Borat

Before rap I was out in the streets letting that four clap

Y’all know I got bars but the jaw tap, we saw that

Knockouts, but look around Diz, your comp is all black

And since you’re trying to fit in with us I’ll give you more naps

Why you rap like Eminem on heroine

Cuse when that shit settling we're like ''damn he ain’t said a thing''

My talk show, I’ll rock you for sport like a letterman

You famous off the head, but a bitch like Evelyn

My ocho full of cop killers so it’s irrelevant

If he invests I still hang him up, call that a Merril Lynch

Now my man said don’t play, Hoffa don’t be nice

This battle shit straight disrespect, it’s only right

[chokes]

The second rounds on me

My only vice is I get shady and drop niggas like Obie Trice

Diz you creepin’, you sleepin’, my homies trife

They wake 'em up with a text like a nosy wife

You try to go against the grain like you don’t eat rice

You find your body sideways like an emoji, typed

I catch this arab on the road, I pull him out the jag

Chop his calf with a machete 'till it drop in half

Flip him over like ''is you ready?'', then I pop the mag

The things a black man gotta do just to stop a cab