FilmOn.TV - Cassidy vs. Dizaster (Part 1) lyrics

Yo I can just spit a verse
At you or get personal
These clothes is so cheap
And in the Total Slaughter house you wore
The same outfit the whole week
You so sweet you just like a
Vegan you don't want no beef
A shell’ll make your heart go accapella
No beat like a nigga with no teeth
I don't bite my fuckin' tongue
I’ma kill this fuckin' bum
I put that on my youngest son
I'll bust a gun
Have bullets flyin' out the fuckin' drum
Holdin' up a 9 in my hand like
A man that lost his fuckin' thumb
Hold up, you look like a cab driver
The boy that pump my gas and the boy
At 7-11 I buy my Dutchies from
This might sound fuckin' dumb cause the
Battle I ain’t afraid but


I was kinda scared to battle this nigga here
Straight up
Nah, but not cause of the rhymes he made up
Cause he might make ISIS sacrifices
Strap on a bomb and blow the stage up
Hold up
I ain’t gonna do a lot of racist bars
Cause my fans be like, "Man you
Better kill that white boy"
And I don't know what race you are
You straight trash
We ain’t in the same weight class
Plus you look like you wearin' a Drake mask
But you more a bitch than
Nicki Minaj witcha fake ass
My crew too gutter, my clique twist cats
Come off the weights fast
Gats bang, they strapped wit'
That MAC Maine, and they hate fags
You prolly have a seizure like Lil'
Wayne when they skate past
Nigga, you softer than a premature baby ass
They kill yo’ fake Slim Shady ass
I got crazy cash
Money, but I'm so mean wit' it
I could take that Young Mula theme and
Do a whole 'nother scheme wit' it
Like, ever since I was Young
Money was mandatory
I was lovin' (Love &) Hip Hop like Stevie J
Mills came when they put the camera's on me
Got hammers on me
And tonight could be the night you die
Fake chokes

Damn, I forgot what I was gon' say
Sike I lied
I'll squeeze 'til I get a Charlie horse
Extended Clips i'm name flippin' bitch
Charlie Clips/Charlie horse/extended clips
But listen bitch when I let the gun blow
Your DNA will spray on everybody
In the front row
Air (ear) you then trunk you like Dumbo
Cause the shell is sent out the gun
Will a long nose like an elephant
I finger fuck the gun I pop a lot
But yours celibate but fuck the gun play
Why they put a Bugatti against a Hyundai?
Some say I'm the best, fuck what
The rest of 'em say, you dumb gay
You go both ways but I'm a one way
Yo, did you ever smell a skunk spray?
Well that's kinda how a dead
Body smell after one day
To dispose of a guy body you
Axe to defry the body
And the court of last resort
To deodorize the body

Fake sneezes

Hold on nigga i ain't sick nigga
I'm just allergic to bitch niggas
I'm comin' wit' all bars, no jokes
No chokes
Cause all you do is spit a bunch of bullshit
No quotes i'm so dope with no soap you
About to get washed up
I saw what? Like ten of ya battles
You lost eight and the other
Two was a toss up
Do the math, if you try to throw
The punch you threw at Math, aw shucks
My crew'll shoot ya ass before
Ya fists get balled up
Turnin' on music and shit

I ain't scared

Hold up, I don't pump fake
I count money 'til my thumbs ache
You was on Youtube and
Google for month's straight
Searchin', so you can spit personals
But you not a boss asshole so that
Shit ain't gon' work for you
My men ride out
So when they blow ya insides out
You gon' get bodied cause
Ya body ain't reversible
Lush One gon' have to buy some
Rest In Peace shirts for you
I'm not a game bitch
I'm fire I'll flame shit
Yeah I was with Swizz but my lane switch
Before he got with Ms keys
I made Swizz cheese, that's not a name flip
I know you came wit' some lame shit
Just like them other motherfuckers
Tried to do you gon' spit the same shit
Like, you might mention the car crash
Like, "You should've died in
That car Cass'"

Crowd starts booing and then
Dizaster joins in

But them car crash bars trash

You already went over the time
It's done it's a
Three minute round what's that?
Ten minutes? Garbage

Hold up, y'all trippin'
I got some injuries that lost my memory
But I survived the crash and the car didn't
I'm hard for the fact I went through
A nearly fatal accident and lived
This tender nigga would've died
In a fender bender
So admit to the crowd that you suck balls
I know you hate my song
'Condom Style' cause you
Be lettin' boys fuck you in the butt raw

What the fuck?

Crowd starts booing again

Listen, I know you study AR blogs
You need to get off AR balls
Oh, cause he AR ab and you an
Arab, you really fuck wit' AR, pause
Look somebody caught a body with my heat
So y'all prolly thinkin' somebody caught
A body from me but it wasn't my beef

That happened 10 years ago!

Man, shut- listen man

You're killing yourself you should let me
Spit and come back i'm
Tellin' you it'll look better on
Camera for you alright alright

Chill chill chill chill

Y'all ready?! Yo

Diz', Diz', Diz'

Let's go i'm 'bout to kick the
Shit outta him let me
Try to remember some of the
Retarded shit he said yo-

Listen, you never fought a murder case before
I kept it real cause I
Ain't squeal and that's
Still some shit that I'm on probation for
When they arrested me
They told me if I told they would set me free
But I took it trail
Real niggas got respect for me
It's easy to shoot
But it's hard to have integrity
And cops like to make an
Example out of celebrities
But I'm a fuckin' G
I guarantee you'll never fuckin'
See a nigga
That's sittin' in jail because of me
Check the background
I ain't rat then and I ain't gon' rat now
Just know I ain't questionin'
I don't back down

Crowd booing

Dizaster it's on you

Can y'all hear me man? Aw man
This gon' be a long night bro whooo! Whooo!
How we gon' chop this one the
Fuck up? What's up? Shouts out to the
Grape Street homies in the building

Just fuckin' rap bro

I said, you did some mad racist shit
Man, I'ma make this chump regret it
He said I own a gas station
Well that's just pathetic
Well since that's what it is
I'ma pull a 12 gauge and pump lead
Since you think my pump's unleaded
Yeah, that part
Why you tryin' to look at me
Like you ain't feelin' it?
Lookin' like a faggot pumpin'
Your electronic cigarette
You know what rhymes with Cassidy?
Yo you be soundin' like a fag on VladTV
This about to be a scene where I
Beat the fuck outta Mr chicken
Once again they got me back
Feelin' like Peter Griffin
You think you the spark that got
This whole movement to begin?
You just a money hungry
Culture vulture that sees
A little chicken and now you swoopin' in
After we did all the
Groundwork, outta nowhere
Here you come jumpin' in
Why should we fuckin' bring you in after
We got all these views comin' in?
Why on Earth should we welcome
These newcomers comin' in?
Bitch you wasn't with us when we
Were shootin' in the gym
Bitch! Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!
Cause ya claim of fame was
Your one battle with Freeway
And then you wonder why you get so much hate
Cause you like Kim Kardashian
Not Nicki Minaj and not
Because yo' butts fake
But because both of y'all
Some fake ass bitches
Who only became famous because of one tape
He said he went 5000-0
But the footage does not exist
"Ayo the rest of it is all with Swizz"
He lyin' you know he has
Possession of all his clips

Crowd starts booing

He's lyin'
He still has possession of all his clips
And we would dust one of his
Old ass battles and put
It on real quick but here's
What the problem is
None of us have the right technology to watch
It with cause it's on a floppy disc
You out your mind if you think you could
Leave someone like Arsonal or Goodz bodied
There ain't a person in King Of The
Dot or URL that you could body
He's like Pinocchio my point, he knows
(nose) he's lyin' if he says there's
Someone that he would (wood) body

We both battle rappers but the difference
In the two is the caliber

Everybody be quiet everybody
Everybody nobodies
Rappin' 'til y'all are quiet

I said
We both battle rappers but the difference
In the two is the caliber
Look at him, I battled all over
The world from Australia
Phillipeans, Holland, uK
I even started a movement in Canada
Only time we ever seen you in a battle is
In a fuckin' studio in front of a booth
It's not like you in the
Streets chewin' up challengers
It's one thing to insult someone and
Call them a studio rapper
But dawg you're such a faggot
You're actually a studio battler
And he does this little
Weak ass color comparisons
Like "Ayo my shoes yellow
Like Fiji bananas"
"Ayo, I get green like the
Leaves they feed large pandas"

More arguments between Diz and
Cassidy about Cass's entourage

"Ayo, I get green like the leaves
That they feed large pandas"
Bitch you get green like the green screen
Cause you've never been seen on camera
Wait a minute, you can't say you
Built this platform by yourself bitch
None of us can
That's a combined effort from SMACK
Lush and Organik the MC's and
Every one of these fans
You got zero work ethic
So saying you built this under your hands
Well that's like saying you can join Dipset
Overnight and become the number one brand
You know you can't cause you
Never had nothin' on Cam'
Bitch you ain't never been in no Jungle
Or ever felt what that war's like
Runnin' around ambushing a bunch of
Studio mixtape rappers on sight
Catchin' them off guard in a
Freestyle era where people off
The top of the dome and they don't write
That don't earn you no stripes
Plus when you went from to
"stroke 'em 'Condom Style
(Remix) ' which for me is alright
That Condom gimmick is fittin' for your type
Judgin' by what your past
Battle rapport like
You've been playin' it safe your whole life
And even when you win battles
It does nothin' for you
He beat Meek and Freeway then
He watched them walk
Off and make ten times more money than you
Stop fuckin' with those dudes
They run Philly and you livin'
In both they shadows
Cause by your own logic
If the only goal is to have more money
Then technically you lost both those battles
I mean, you said it yourself, "The one who
Gets the most chicken is the big boss"
Right? Well you haven't been gettin'
Any chicken in the
Last ten years that's why you've been off
Every time he goes on Instagram and
Sees a picture of Rick Ross
Rockin' a long rocky chain
With a thick cross he gets pissed off
Lookin' down on his little
Two karat wristwatch like
"We got ripped off"

Cassidy calls time lush One says they're
About to get shut down

He tries to get his mind off it
He turns on his flat screen TV
Goes on Channel 3 and sees MMG
Once again gettin' money, video
Bitches dancin' freely
He runs out to the middle of the street
Gets mad again and slaps his beanie
Then Meek Mills drives by him in the
Rain and splashes him with a Lamborghini
Speakin' of cars Cass'
Somethin' is really wrong witchu