Saynt LA vs. Marv Won

[Round 1: Saynt LA]
Marv Won, how in the fuck is you finna hurt me?
You soft and you suck plus you came here looking just like Kirby
And I'm really rappin', I went straight to the main page, I couldn't rise any faster
But as time was elapsin' I had difficulty findin' some traction
Then I finally had my first ground zero, soon as I got the sight of Dizaster
But let YouTube tell it, the last round I should've just backed out of
The comments called me "mush mouth", that's cool ... they brought me Fat Albert
So the jokes don't keep me from the money cause I am elite
I'm tryna ball so I charged it to the game, like buying VC
And I really don't give a fuck what Marv wanna say cause yo' response to Pat Stay was "Yo' mom wanna fade"
"So we rappin' or we rappin'
So we rappin' or we rappin'"
Your jokes don't get no reaction
Cause you're right just them weak ass hats, you don't be snappin'
So try to stop me, I'ma plain (plane) bomb on you like kamikaze
All they saw was a fat man drop, like Nagasaki
The pandemic got my stock goin' up like the Dow Jones
We just surprised the old man still got it, like house phones
But his squad let him choke, with practice they should give him some help
I locked in wit' Ward and you've never committed yourself
They get confused cause I be tryin' to be cool but I don't play
You turn up, I'ma match yo' energy like a Soulmate
I'm so light that if we fight I know he is gonna try and grabbin' me
He is too big so I'm floating around him, like gravity
And I'm quicker so I know when he swingin' he take his time
He threw a punch, I had my mind on the counter like Frankenstein
See, in most of my bars I box, I ain't tryin' to hurt you
Your close friends jump in, it's a greenlight on your circle
And nigga y'all could be a mile away and I might clap you
Green beam like Davone with the step back, the light ('Lyt) travels
I took a peak and had the lens too close like a dummy
So I zoomed out like good mouthwash, the Scope whitened (widened) for me
And I don't online beef cause these niggas be fake as hell
He said "Pull up, I ain't never got an address (in a dress)," like Dave Chapelle
If you don't leave the raps in your pen and pad then it's gettin' tragic
You ain't the MC you claim, I doubt Marv will send a 'matic (Marvel Cinematic)
I feel the vibes, he really don't want me to clap iron
So I walk away, do a 180 and flat line him
Head shot, air out his top, Xbox
On God, man, a nigga be dead before he even fall
One shot'll take Wonder out the world like I've seen it all
I'm talking bar after bar, you can't 3-0 me
Cause I ain't giving no relief like the GOP
This nigga's dead

[Round 1: Marv Won]
This the circle of life
You tryin' to kill me in the game so you can get birthed in it
And in they eyes, I only try for this prize cause it was worth winnin'
But they don't know how the verse hittin' when it can stop ya Earth spinnin'
Quest said, "You gotta be perfect in this ring tonight nigga."
I said, "Well start callin' me Kurt Hennig"
I said, in a perfect plex will put you to sleep like a Percocet
I'm not one of these niggas who totaled they Chevy's
Nah, I'm not a worthless vet
You was shakin' when you knew you had to run into the wall like a nervous wreck
You don't understand what I got goin' on so I'ma serve him yes
Nigga it's crown time, and just think, boy I be killin' shit on my down time
Those brain farts had me fuckin' up two 30's (2:30's), like these round times
While these other rappers be lookin' for they second win(d) {deep breath} I done found mine
And these words will fuck up his Good Times like waitin' on a chow line
That's because, in the Good Times theme song, there was a part that nobody knew
But as we got older, we realized what it was
And it was, "Waiting on the chow line"- never mind
See nigga I can do that with you cause you borin' me
You think those lil' shots in yo' .40 piece gon' have them mournin' me?
Somebody should've told you, "Don't war with me."
Act accordingly
Cause this .357 is greater, it's 'The Regulator' and it's gonna stop all your warring (Warren) G
Nigga, what's [?] Padawan?
Now you dealin' with the Mandalorian
The future me couldn't let the present you die like this
So I went back in time with my man's Delorean
Now, now, I scraped a little paint, but I told him, "Damn man, you can afford the trim."
Plus I had to do this lil Saynt, nigga don't you see his soul dancin' over him?
Boy you only got two options
You can lose horribly or let me win
I'm Pesci's friend
{stabbing motions}
And those words will hit his heart like an Epipen
Nigga I got Mayweather's defense, Jet Li's chin
Boy he's gonna catch a cannon from the pirates
Bang! Errrrr
Now he's his chest peaked in
Nigga I'm Barry Allen, I keep the Flash on me
I know your homies want you to spaz on me
But the receptions bold
They givin' you credit for bars, and this is cash only
Nigga I smash cronies
You even havin' half a chance is a happenstance
Nigga I wear 44's because of the .44, these is my Hammer pants
I will 'Turn This Mutha Out', you better 'Pray' I don't show you how this Hammer dance
I got all this Will and one Smith gon' make me legendary like Bagger Vance
Man, niggas know what's up
Yeah nigga I'm a sharp shooter, you can't hurt me
I'ma make yo' bitch swallow everything, that's why I'm dressed like Kirby
Nigga, there's only three things promised in life
Nigga, that's death and taxes and my legend status
When you play the game as good as Iverson
They should never expect you to step in practice
Go 'head lil' nigga and do yo' lil' rap shit
Killers!

[Round 2: Saynt LA]
Now, since Covid we've seen a slight change in the program
We got small crowds, but you be sweating like it ain't no fans
And I got energy either way, they know I'm a go HAM
And you Stinkmeaner, they need me to exercise an old man
See, after I beat Dizaster I could not dot my verse down, I had writer's block
Thought of Real Deal then knocked out the first round
You told Charron you was more gat clapper than backpacker
But you have no identity, other than being a fat rapper
But lemme guess, I ain't battle nobody to test me yet
So I'm supposed to expect the best out of Rick Ross Dress for Less
You got no bars, you just usin' your weight as another gimmick
You from the world famous Fat Fucking Killers, what y'all do? Smother bitches?
Then spend your royalty checks on a couple pizzas for carry out?
Body Mass Index, only BMI you should care about
Shit, I'm underweight so in this tourney both of use gettin' right
Cause I started eatin' and Marv went on the longest run of his life
Now, I know that's a lot of jokes about weight, that's were it stops
It's time to throw him in a car compactor and wait to hear it pop
Or I'll catch you while you at Outback with an appetite, a hundred shots
Even the servers go down when I crash the site
Or I'll pull up to your house broad day, I'm reckless with it
Cause this nigga fat as fuck, I ain't even tryin' to catch him slippin'
Disregards stuff, clip longer than one of Marv's belts
Team Homi? Man, y'all niggas finna need one of y'all help
Cause y'all sent this man to me
I hope you're there when ya men dead
This Team Homi suicide, like Aaron Hernandez
Shit, I'm hoping this nigga chokin' in [?], like Matt Ryan
This rapper can't make his memory stick, just like the Flash drivin'
Useless, watchin' you on this ride is a hard trip
It's like a rollercoaster, and you too fat to lock yo' bars in
He choke on his gun bars
Like he don't know what to say
It's no surprise the hungry man froze up with the tray (tre)
And that's when the K spark, I clap at his main parts
Get half of ya face blew (blue) for not having a brave heart (Braveheart)
You made it all the way to the finals, be thrilled
Don't fight back, just get a kid a dub, like Meek Mill
Or take double, shit, I'm really thinkin' you'll love the plan
I'll take the 50 cause I know you'll be satisfied with a 100 Grand
And when this ends and you still obese, but we don't care after
Just call T-Rex cause he don't blink and you gonna need a stare master (Stairmaster)
But I'd imagine he would be more focused on crack than calories
It's tragic because you need mo' protein than massive athletes
And you drink like three Coronas and half a daiquiri
Your intestines like, "We don't need no mo' bro. We at capacity."
Time

[Round 2: Marv Won]
Now that the intros over, lets get to the favorite part of the song
It's ironic you droppin' candy cause that's exact where yo' bars belong
Nigga, I used to be you
I was mad at the masses cause I had talent and they denyin' it
Knowin' I could've been teachin' they asses classes on classics on my defiantness
Now my, footprints are Jurassic and I've mastered the role of Christ in this
You gonna try to not paint me great
But I'm not a patron Saynt (saint)
I'm not buyin' it
Nigga this finna get nasty like finger fuckin' Mother Theresa under the bleachers
I can tell you, just young and facetious with the dumbest of teachers
I'll send some shells to
Come in and great you, have fun wit' ya features
Fuck what they sell you, boy we punish the geekers
Police run from the creatures
Nigga, now I don't know if you know, but somebody had better tell this shorty
I was born in '81, I'm literally close as hell to the .40
Now everything ain't a joke, but I'm movin' like Chappelle with the story
And niggas claim that they want smoke, until they in Hell, inhalin' it for me
Nigga, I'm in an age bracket, where I literally have raised ratchets
And these little bitches never listen, they always go for the same tactics
They make the craziest decisions, they actually belong in some straight jackets
But they wanna be beauticians
They gon' part yo' shit and push yo' braids backwards
Nigga, I'm leavin' here with that money, that's whether or not Marvin wins
Everybody wanna play games, until I show them somethin' to slide a cartridge in
Nigga I'm in yo' bushes wit' a Tommy, that works
So it's nothin' like Martin's friend
That's on God
And where ever Saynt goes nigga we marchin' in
Boy I'ma make his money work for me
I'm takin' all that and then some
And he knows better than to put up a fight
Yeah I'm takin' all this passive's income
Boy, what I got will clear the room room
Nigga, y'all gassed him up; vroom vroom
My niggas pitchin' chicken out the kitchen like the spoon goon
I lift it, now I click it, now he's twitchin' nigga; boom boom
He ain't listen now he missin', he was put in positions too soon
R.I.P. Doom
Every round of this tournament you've been cryin' for respect
I'll never give you that satisfaction, all you'll get is silence from the vet
I'm Osiris with the flex
This ain't the virus you should catch
You not a gangsta you an actor, it's totally different when you dyin' on the set
Boy it's only three things promised in life, that's death and taxes and my legend status
When you play the game as good as Iverson
They should never expect you to step in practice
Go 'head lil' nigga and do yo' lil' rap shit

[Round 3: Saynt LA]
Now, it was obvious that Marvelous was gonna try to big bro me
You are overweight, but get this straight, you are not the big homie
I was born in '96, the year Iverson went first in the draft, before they picked Kobe
Maybe if Iverson actually went to practice, he would have been Kobe
You in the land where the Mamba was few dudes' idol
You told Times you are like Iverson, it's only right that you gon' lose in the final
But they want me to lose my spot, man, that shit is illogical
I survived Dizaster's wave so I did the Impossible
Plus, he called me a "game freak", shit, I'm top of my class
I beat my rival, now there's a Snorlax blockin' my path
Matter of fact, where's your partner? I'm cookin' him next
Diz was right, I'm a game nerd, now I'm lookin' for Quest
Cause he gonna say you won regardless and ride for his old brother
So he gonna feel like Batman when I'm robbin' (Robin) his Boy Wonder
Cause for the Benjamins this January we can't debate
I'll be the winner and when the snow fall (Snowfall) they'll call me "Franklin Saint"
And I can't complain but you was cryin' to Swayze and we ain't tryna hear it
Everybody is buyin' liquor
So you opened up to show your whining (wine and) spirit
So I'ma let a couple show you God, give you the Winans' spirit
I drop jewels, but you tryna tell me that I am wrong
Now I'm wildin' out (Wild 'N Out), fire in (firin') the Cannon like Viacom
But try to follow this, I'm like Kirk Franklin just not as friendly
Cause I'd had 'Stomp'ed through the whole GP, are you with me?
You did WRC, but we don't think that's important
I look at you and see an urban dictionary, yeah a black Thesaurus
You lost 50 to Pete then stole the tapes, that's not cool
I know that 50 fuck with your mind to this day, you Ja Rule
How you a legend? You ain't given your city a different life
Y'all can't even fix the pipes in ya hoods and it isn't right
Y'all got lead all through the water like the Israelites
I mean, at the least the nigga Trice went platinum, you still holdin' on
Probably mad like Anakin, I know you have contempt for Obi(e) Wan (Won)
So we can fight in the field and be inside before it's dark
I'm not handicapped but we still can find the closest park
You be rappin' slow and it's some stupid shit that you have to know
None of the punches from Wonder land (Wonderland) cause you're draggin' us down the rabbit hole
On God, you was dead before they sent the deposit
Just face facts, like the police when they send a composite
You from the North? You rob me outside some cars'll wait
Those are wise men cause they gonna follow this North Star for Saynt
I killed Dizaster then after today I'll be rid of you
I 30 legends back to back on cam cause y'all Expendable
This nigga's dead, feelin' like he ate a 100 shell clip
100 bucks to his chest, boy that's money well spent

[Round 3: Marv Won]
Now this gonna be the part of the battle where everybody expects me to big bro
They gon' want me to chop you down but leave you with some seeds that'll help grow you
For what nigga? I don't know you
Just cause I'm the old you don't mean that I owe you
But if you willin' to listen
There are a couple of things that I'm willin' to show you
You see all these niggas behind you?
The peanut gallery
See, now they all frontin' like they ya peer group
But less than a month ago when you battled Diz they was all bettin' on him to clear you
Nigga you know why they cheer you?
It's not cause they love you they fear you
Nigga they gotta act like they happy for your success so they can be near you and have a career too
Nigga, I have been here dude
They gonna offer you somethin' that's real love but it's real hate
You better get your shit together
Or be the last one to get the shot like Bill Gates
Nigga, they gonna say you let 'em starve but they really thumb they nose while you offered them real plates
I'm talkin' .38 to the right, .48 to the left, .40 up the middle
Well that's the only combination that makes me feel safe
Nigga, I feel Drake
These motherfuckas never loved us...or whatever the fuck he say
Now you watchin' Ghost on Power just layin' around wit' yo' musty bay
But damn Saynt, Patrick Swayze was the real Ghost
......Wait he ain't even catch the fuckin' play
I said, "Ghost", "Saint", "Patrick" {gun cocks} nigga today just ain't yo' lucky day
Nigga you don't deserve this
You know how many nights I got overworked and underpaid?
When niggas got cold feet and I had to save events that was already underway
When corporations thought battle rap was a joke
I was one of the ones who showed 'em we didn't come to play
So you goddamn right I want my roses...so I can lay these bitches on yo' fuckin' grave
Nigga, now this is yo' moment, is you gon' own it?
You either gon Real Deal it or Charron it
I Lil' Wayne'd it, I grabbed a 'Milli' the second they showed me my opponent
I just wanna make Detroit proud
Nigga, gunplay is an artform
The gat'll spray paint
We celebrate
So when you hear him screamin' "Jesus Christ" it's just the ladder they Saynt (Latter Day Saint)
Nigga you thinkin' you can beat me?
My nigga is you hooked on glass?
How do y'all niggas think y'all better than Bobby Flay in this cookin' class?
Nigga, if you mess with me you can get the step daddy combo, that's the hook and the jab
Or, I'ma take this brand new pretty belt of mine and tell yo' mama that I whooped yo' ass
Nigga I'ma motherfuckin' legend, nigga are you crazy dude?
A real eastside nigga, and I just brought them .380's through
And the last thing he gon' see is that D over that navy blue
Like, "Nigga, look what you made me do."