Dizaster vs. Family Man Hays

[Round 1: Dizaster]
Welcome to my scene
We don't give a shit about your invisible infrared nine beam
If you wanna win
You gon' need intricate lines intertwined with infinite rhyme schemes
'Cause you do one liners, and I paint pictures
So today, you gon' learn how to appreciate those type things
So for now, I'm advising one of my pupils to add Visine
It's clear from what I seen
All that gang talk'll get blood shot over here
And I'm just tryna shed light on this blind themes
I'm giving you a picture you can visualize
'Cause when I schemе, it's like sightseeing
You could literally close your еyes and still be able to visit the crime scene
And watch me bring it all to life so y'all
Can watch it live on a widescreen
And that's just the first, in the third, I show you why I'm king, yeah
You fell off like Dog the Bounty
Your heart hasn't been in this art since you lost your grounding
For the past couple years you've had a hole in your chest
'Til you got a hold of Drect
And he put the battery in it for you like Robert Downey
It's false confidence, that's why he's always shouting
One punch and he'll no longer wanna come around here like Ronda Rousey
And you ain't even in a position to talk
So why thank King of the Dot
When I'm the one who's giving you the shot like Dr. Fauci?
An all star, an all star
Frak's career couldn't spark without me
So once again I gotta set another star on fire like Aleister Crowley
Mask on, mask on when I pop him like a Jabberwocky
Walk around with a long stick on me like Ronald Isley, I
Turn your top into a lemon like a Long Island iced tea
Dawg, if I could be anybody, if I could be anybody I'd be like Clark Kent probably
'Cause even if I woulda gave y'all the head start on me
I woulda still came through and caught the body
Makes no difference which one of y'all they toss me
'Cause what's the difference between a clone and a carbon copy?
Even back in GT, the whole scene was all ours
I had to work hard for my status
Your best friend's on the league so you constantly got showered
With high profile battles you never deserved
'Cause you never put in those long hours
How you get ARS, DNA, JC out 'em?
That's why the Bullpen Battle was watched as they got sour
Watching you get watered down as you got watered all the time like John John's little pot flower
Look, I don't mean to be all science based
But you remind me of a black hole
'Cause in this time and space
Just to stay alive you have to leech off other people's star power
So how you at the top of the chart
When John John literally had to turn garbage into a work of art
Like the Watts Towers?
So before you, so before you
So before you attempt to call time on the best of all time
Just know you on the left side and the west is all mine
Where you can even get your Pop Smoke-d if you don't learn how to address me online

[Round 1: Family Man Hays]
Seven minute rounds is something we gotta deal with
They'll let you freestyle for five minutes 'fore you even get into your real shit
You got judges to cheat for you? I brought my own Judge
Let you get in front of me now, baow, he cheat too
He'll give you every last one of these rounds, ain't saving you
You ain't even gotta leave Cali, they came to you
They just bringing you 50, they Eminem, Dr. Dre-ing you
They go on 'bout you
They'll see no wrong 'bout you
But I do, and I'll smack the Soul Khan out you
You extra real, you robbed The Saurus
Robbed Frak, that reckless feel
Robbed The Saurus, that reckless feel when I'm here
And you ain't good with color, nigga, you Pleasantville
I catch you where your Uber and cad' meet
No hook, I blast heat, the tip plastic
He don't even know what he had, sheesh
You, you a real gangsta
You get active when it's real beef, err
You not a real gangsta, you get Aktive when it's real beef
So play me, I'm clappin'
This .80'll nap him
I put him in the ground so deep he can't even radio Aktive
You motherfuckers in customer service, this kill my high
"I totally understand your frustration", bitch, why my bill so high?
That's word to Allah
I choke him with his prayer rug and smother him
I wanna learn the word of Allah
So I muzzled him, it's suicide
Double doors, bitch, I
Bust in those, slut walk
Bunch of hoes, I bust on your mom forehead
I hit the motherload
I'm all insane
You swing, I swing back
You bawl in pain, get stomped out
Shoes around the neck like Love Don't Cost A Thing
I was at the crib, on the couch, wild comfy
Married With Children, hand in the waist like Al Bundy
And y'all Peg me for this?
Got me out here with the heater spittin'
Family Guy with my nuts on ya bitch chin like Peter Griffin
I watched you, Diz
I used to be wowed, amazed and then I realized
All your rounds sound the same
You know what rhymes with family man?
I don't know, Avocado the cameraman
Smoke 'em like Amsterdam
Give ya bitch the Raw Smackdown like Vince and Ed McMahon
Then he get serious
I got a, I got a long twelve inch
Samurai sword from Afghanistan
Siph in the womb like- man, fuck outta here
Your multis, bro, cold as a icebox
You even got Lush to laugh at your corny jokes to cover your dry spots
You start with a freestyle
Something about a stupid appearance, the shit
Not even funny but they usually cheer it
Razorblade to my wife and kids, something super sadistic
You say fuck me, I say "fuck you" then you get super offended
Rusty katana blade, I use it against him
Move it and spin it, removing his gallbladder
Hula hoop his appendix
Fuck this guy, fuck this rhyme
Fuck Lush, motherfucker wanna cut my time

[Round 2: Dizaster]
We got another homeless artist
Who wants to get voted into the KOTD oval office
I pull up, unload and reload the cartridge
Twin Desert Eagles, leave exploding targets
I hit you with two metal birds like Nostradamus
Bitch, I got the fire on deck like Keyser Soze
Except this ain't no disguise or roleplay
I don't give a fuck what the online vote say
As long as the four judges love me like OJ
I'm going to the final
I'm going to the final four, this just vagina foreplay
I'm battlin' the guy that can't decide his own name
Is he Syahboy or Hays?
Is he from Atlanta or is the guy New York based?
He don't got a concrete name
Or a solid place he can regard as his home state
If there was a logo to capture your core essence
It would be a confused looking little retarded Charron face
Yo, me and your girl started a black business together
And we went in on a partnership
She let me in on the stocks 'cause she ain't know I was with Hamas and shit
You said all the Arab shit, you think I wasn't gonna rebuttal?
Well, stop this shit when I show up to the, to the showdown
Shut down the barbecue pit
Then offered her the shish kebab and the falafel dish
That's code words for big balls and dick
Then I'll put a hijab on your bitch
And grab your little precious chocolate chip
And make her shave it into a Gaza Strip
You gotta admit, you gotta admit
Changing your name was some stupid shit
'Cause you lost your viewership too quick
All the newer kids on the YouTube vids are like "Who is this?"
This guy assassinated his own character 'cause he plateaued and couldn't come up with new shit
You got bodied based on your own blueprint
So coming up with name flips for Syahboy is useless
'Cause nobody on Earth could disrespect that bitch ass clown as hard as you did
So miss me with the tough talk, pussy
You ain't gonna do shit
If you got the sweeper on you
It's 'cause your wife gave you the broomstick and told you to go clean your room, bitch
Yo, you want my advice? Go back to your family life
'Cause I done seen some cold shit
Yeah, I done been fucked over so much in this business
I had to book my own sponsors and fund my own shit
Even my closest folks turned to clouds of smoke when there was no chips
I've been alone on this road trip
My home is a ghost ship
Coastin' through the cold drifts
The waves crash, the boat flips
You in the water with nothing to float with
I survived off my core strength
These are the cards I was dealt
But I never called for no help
I just shuffled through the whole deck and stood there all by myself
And held down the whole ship and he knows this
Long nights turned to cold sweats
I paid a large price for some loan checks
Is that right? Oh yes, it's a hard life
It equals more stress, see, my life would mean your death
Heavy is the head that wears the crown
So if I took it off and let you wear it now
The strain from it weighing you down would've broke your whole neck
I'm grotesque, get your oil checked like OPEC
I open up your forehead and pull your third eye out like Hotep
Grab his face and do him like Akhenaten
That means you'll get your skull stretched

[Round 2: Family Man Hays]
Every time you do this tough guy shit I think it's silly shit
'Cause you got in a fight with Daylight
And lost to a nigga that sucked Diddy's dick
We don't hate you, dawg, we hate you, fraud
How you punch the biggest bully in battle rap and niggas still think you soft?
I mean, you roll with gangstas, but, but that ain't you, dawg
How you look like Vlade Divac and still wouldn't take no charge?
Now you want smoke with me? Baow, I brought smoke for free
The body drop, I sweep the floor
Shit, I'm OCD, I don't play like that
You not from the Ash, straight like that
You bully Frak, but why you ain't do Pat Stay like that?
Shit, I'm small too
But this chopper get you spent backwards
The clip longer than a Twitch password
This is recklessness, negligence
Bullets through the body when the weapon spit
And watch his soul pass over when they exit Diz
Welcome to the south, bitch
You talk but you ain't 'bout shit
Big chopper, butt pokin' like, "Uh, you like my outfit?"
You gon' need Aktive
Better grab him when the shots gon' fly
'Cause if you don't, it's Sean Connery, that bond gon' die
I don't get it, bruh
You be out here actin' all super tough
But you're the first gangster I seen that go to Supercuts
You no Outlaw, you a ScHoolboy in a M.A.A.D. City
I hops in in war with any corrupt nigga wanna clash with me
The MAC-10, get him ate, dawg, when the tool bang
Now he layin' there convinced
Stapled up with the Blueface, I'm bugged out
I'll find your little Muslim wife, she gettin' thugged out
I remove her veil and bust in her lip, she got a yuck mouth
Bachir, Bachir
What has come of you?
I'm here to humble you, punish you, pummel you
Twist your head, Rapunzel you
The view gon' be nice, sweet, we at the W
I shoulda brought some flip-flops, nigga, I'm so comfortable
Do I trouble you 'cause you ground level, I hover you?
Lost to Cassidy now Mr. Chicken get rough with you
I don't wanna offend you, nigga
You just can't be an official nigga pickin' fights with O'fficial, nigga
It was the Math punch for me, I seen way too much wrong
You hit the nigga like this
The fuck is you, Th3 Saga? I seen way too much palm
You fire, dawg, but you can't hit niggas with fireballs
Y'all done gave money to the wrong nigga like wire fraud
This a bad day, this a bad day
Better duck when the gat spray
Or they're replacing your head
Like you got traded on draft day
We in Cali, you see how far I've traveled?
Only Dizaster I'd ever seen was Hurricane Katrina in your Arcane battle
Who put you in harm's way?
Arm/leg, arm/head this arm spray
Y'all just throwin' pussy at Marcus like Stronjay
Machine wavin' like a greet with Conway
I blew rounds like a tweet from Kanye

[Round 3: Dizaster]
The harder you swim the harder it gets
Sounding off the alarm to an ominous threat
You can hear the calls to your death coming the closer to the object you get
I'll probably be the first battle rapper to catch a body based on the Doppler effect
Aw man, none of y'all get that
Aw man, you better watch what he says like autocorrect
This ain't a bar fest, this a live cognitive test
Between someone they been callin' the best
And a pet bird in a cage Drect brought to the west on the plane
'Cause on his own he couldn't take off from his nest
He's like, nuh-uh, I don't need Drect or John John help
I know who I am, I ain't lost, I just don't know what to call myself"
See, this is why changing your name ain't cool
'Cause it causes a butterfly effect in everything you do
And in a way changing your name also changed what made you you
You, you were one of us
Then you became the same predictable dude
With that outdated formulaic style that you use
And people act surprised when someone comes out with it too
He adds a little rhythm to it and everyone's like, "Wow, this sounds like it's new"
But it's not, it's the same old predictable style
The only thing that sounds more ridiculous than this now
Is the people that have seen me run through millions of these clowns
And still expect the result between us to be different somehow
He's been in this for twenty years
And he hasn't figured it out
He left 'cause he wasn't making a name for himself
So changing his name didn't help
'Cause he wasn't making shit back then and he still ain't making shit now
You Little Bow Wow in the back of a limousine
'Cause you lettin' grown men dick you around
I'm old school
Meth, Tical, the year two thou'
Big BMG, big .50 cal
Shaolin ninja bow, finish him
Get scissor gouged and disemboweled, I
Kangaroo slit you then give you a little pouch
So you can hold your intestines in when they come out
Man, you had the guts to face me
Now you get to see them spill on the ground, spill on the ground
Have your organs on the floor spinnin' around like the young Christopher Brown
This is it, either you swim or you drown
'Cause unlike me you need the fifty thou'
'Cause everything you did in the past didn't amount to shit
But an insufficient account and John John's dick in your mouth
So after this, you ain't gettin' nada
'Cause you up against the intercontinental ballistic missile droppa
Yes, I'm an electrician also, but
I don't fix shit, bitch, I'm Blanca
I'll put one in her pink, two in her stink
I really give your bitch the shocka
You can eat shit and drink lava
You here 'cause things didn't pan out
After you done seen more handouts than E. Honda
You went on SMACK one time, then he blocked ya
Like Ibaka, hold on
Hold on, hold on, stop it, ayo
You done seen more handouts than E. Honda
You went on Smack one time, then he blocked ya like Ibaka
So Bismillah-ir-Rahman-ir-Rahim inshallah
[?] teeth off a weak ass son of a bitch
But I can't eat off a second string Reed Dolla
I need me a real shotta, he's just an impostor
Like "Informer" tryna be rasta, bitch

[Round 3: Family Man Hays]
I had it, y'all, I'm snappin' off
It's time he feel the wrath of God
I'ma blow away ya flag and I'll leave your brains on a matted door
I'm mad at y'all
Ratin' me low in all these categories
When I look in the mirror I see dope like a Capricorn
I'm not a 8 Mile rapper, I'm an .8 cal clapper
Catch a round like Ben Swayze, and then break down after
You told Danny Myers you keep it Crippin' in your circle
How is that legal?
Crippin' is for the community
Nigga, you racist against black people
I seen your battles, it's "nigga" this and "nigga" that
You be lettin' it fly
I'm more upset with these niggas that be lettin' you slide
You not a Watts nigga, you not a Compton nigga
No Nickerson Garden, you just a foreign clown
Rum Nitty sneakers the closest you been to Jordan Downs
If you punched me in this battle, I'd be really upset now
Well, even to the fans on Twitch, it ain't even a letdown
'Cause you'll still win, a bullet
And even advance to the next round
You too, you too emotional
Focus dude, that's when your blade close, it open
Slice your neck, pokin' through
He ain't speak, he can't speak, he antisocial
I was coastin' through hopin'
I think you're roped into this focus group as another nigga smokin' you
But he still gon' vote for you
They gave you six battles in California
This shit easy as shit
They even bringing you Grapes, nigga, LeBron ain't got treatment like this
I empty a magazine in your forehead and squeeze it in your mind
'Cause Gotti said when it's real you can see it in his eyes
You get why they sent for me
I put a clip in your memory
Headshot in a car or head blew on stage
Get the John or the Emerson Kennedy
So you the nigga that made Bodied?
That's some Picasso shit
I tried to watch it but I got bodied tryna watch yo' shit
I searched Netflix, like, damn, they ain't got yo' shit?
I searched Amazon and Hulu, like, damn, did they block yo' shit?
They put your movie on YouTube for two dollars to cop yo' shit
They sellin' yo' shits like mixtapes, bro
You gotta stop that shit
Eminem probably relapsed when he dropped yo sh— ayy, ayy
I'm strapped with it
I start clappin' him here, headshot
You'll be deader than your acting career, nigga
You got the characteristics of a police officer
It ain't even a joke
You racist towards all minority groups and hate black niggas the most
You got mental health issues, bulletproof vest
I'm just checkin' the truth, you a fuckboy
That like guns that's protected by blue? I—
You ain't no cop, J Reed
'Cause it's clear that you frontin', you a fuckin' pig
Ayy, Marv, I'ma need your black mirror or something, nigga