[Round 1: John John Da Don]
I said I know what y'all thinking
"How did Caustic get John John?
When John John got a million views and Caustic disappeared along with Grind Time."
See y'all remember Grind Time
We both was on Grind Time
So let me get in my mode I would've been in if I was battling on Grind Time
But I ain't gon' make not one nose joke in this battle
Cause you don't need a nose job
You need Steve Jobs to go with that Apple
How 'bout we [?] for apple juice
You should poke a hole in that apple and bleed in a bottle
Tell the little hoes it's a Snapple
But fuck Grind Time
He trying to get on the URL
So what? Battling me is your way of trying to get into the URL?
Cause you know I be on URL and you wanna be on URL
So let me get in my mode I would be in if I was battling on URL
That cal' spitting fire balls, the size of popcorn shrimp
They say that 40 Supersonic but it's not Shawn Kemp
In Seattle I'll creep up with an arm size clip leave everybody I see/Sea Hawk running back like Marshawn Lynch
But this ain't Grind Time or URL
This the King Of The Dot
No matter where you put me at I'm the cream of the crop
I swing at your top, tell Ripley's I'll Be leaving a knot
Then propose to him, in other words he'll get a ring in a box
Stop, I'm not a game Caustic, don't play with me
I came with real bars that could destroy any joke that you made for me
Cause you so predictable why would it be you that they came to see?
If everybody already knows what you gon' say to me
It's either A: say I took Hollow's hand like everybody else does
Or B: Say I lost on 106 & Park to a scrub
Or C: Flip my Multiple Choice hoping the crowd show love
But it's obvious he on my D, so he probably gon' do all of the above
But I'm walking with this dub
Can't say you ain't know
I call it how I see it, Fox we ain't on Tango
Can't make this a colored thang, cause he claim the rainbow
But I'm whipping this white boy in the name of Django
[Round 1: Caustic]
I said yo!
I said I was supposed to battle T-Rex but he was scared
But this ain't got nothing to do with him, it's nether here nor there
See, you gon' get it twice as bad Johnny just be prepared
Cause if you open that big ass face you gon' need your teeth prepared
See, life's like a movie, minus the cheesy graphics
But if he think he Cassius then come and see me faggot
See the left hand, stretch him out like PE classes
The right hand, leave one eye blue like 3D glasses
I said, this is simple shit, still sipping like Triple 6
Say what you want John, skin is thick like a pistol grip
When I give his lady shots I ain't talking 'bout no liquor bitch
I hit his girl with that semi, like I got whisky dick
See you can tell John John ain't never had no real street beef
I mean, if you got a problem the answer is in my palm like a cheat sheet
I mean you copied so many lines they should call you Retweet
No fuck that, you such a pussy ass rapper I should call you Chief Queef
Cause you look like Sammy Sosa, mixed with tapioca
Yo' bitch fat like Oprah you gon' get fucked ova
I mean y'all can watch son/sun come up
That's what they been patiently waiting on
But don't want to cook him in the morning, it ain't eggs and bacon John
I'll put the toast in his mouth the second he wake and yawn
Or leave his whole family mourning/morning...that's how you break a dawn (Don)!
So you wanna be a don? Then add some promethazine
Recycle what you want you still gon' look like trash next to me
What you write is not amazing
Just excited when you say it so go ahead and let him scream
But when he gets loud his voice cracks like a prepubescent teen
I drop a couple grand on that chopper, that's that expensive heat
Just to make him eat slugs like French cuisine
See, somebody better him I'm hard like a math test
Lord know my bread long like a baguette
[?] don't know nothing 'bout this trap shit
Times I don't understand how it work like a magnet
So don't come in here yapping 'bout no hardcore streets see
Thinks all of us King Of The Dot kids a bunch of Star Wars geeks
Well if that's true, then no one here gives a fuck what John John speaks
Cause I promise, every white guy in this room thinks you're fucking Jar Jar Binks
See, this is money in the bank, a payment I had to accept
See I got zero interest in earning this wack faggot's respect
If I need quick cash everyone I'm with draw cannons and Tecs
It'll knock the counterfeit ink out the tats on his neck
So you've got no balance, no assets, no finances left
So run your numbers or lose a digit just to cancel the debt
So there won't be no life savings when I come after his bread
I put this Sig' to his back like I'm cashing a check
That's one!
[Round 2: John John Da Don]
Y'all can clap if y'all thought that was a real hard round
Fuck that, make some noise if you wanna hear some real bars now
Ayo Caustic
I heard your mother could deep throat a lacrosse stick
See prolly in the parking lot blowing pipes under cars til she's exhausted
But she better break fast or get her eggs scrambled cause I'ma off it
For thinking it's gravy I'ma feed her that biscuit after the sausage
I heard you was a dog lover, one of the biggest in your town
Well I got some strays for you, come and get it from this pound
It's not a Laker game when you see my play a center with a [?]
Cause I heard he wanted beef so I'm sending him a cal' (cow)
See that was a triple meaning, let me bring it back around
Cause he ain't get it so I got to re-spit it for this clown
I said I heard he wanted beef so I'm sending him a cal' (cow)
But he ain't heard that beef is a synonym for cow
Wow
I should've known you was slow from the start
But I thought them country n***as slow mayne, you white boys suppose to be smart
I guess I'm way too advanced to let it go to ya heart
Cause my shit tight ass somebody holding a fart
Don't even start, trying to downplay my gun lines
I say them cause my fans prefer them kind of punchlines
But if you, say something out of character in just one line
You'll get a tray/trey early like you first in a lunch line
It's crunch time I told Lush I ain't gon' play with him
I got choppers with beams so I'm hitting everything when I'm aiming 'em
Now for the nerds that didn't understand what I was trying to say to him
Basically I got infrared lasers attached to my [?]
Look, even in nerd terms I'm still flaming him
To make sure they understand the bars, I'm explaining 'em
So if I say a head shot will open up his dome like a stadium
I mean the impact could inflict enough force to split his cranium
I heard you got knocked out in London but it don't matter where that dude was at
Cause you've been bullied all your life so I'm pretty sure you're used to that
I bet if I told him I'll be in his Window when I use the Mac
This geek will prolly think I'm trying to get his computer hacked
This dude is wack, I just did this for the paper
Well it wasn't even that much so I did it for a favor
Cause you just trying to be a rapper in L.A. but you don't spit it with no flavor
So I came to fire his mic/Mike and say I did it for the Lakers
[Round 2: Caustic]
I said I'm international pimping, gangsta even when I'm not in this country
See I'm so fuck good at battle rap that when I finish my rounds, random audience members punch me
Now if you think about it, that's impressive as fuck
And if you don't get punched in the face after every round you are not being offensive enough
See, I've been punched before see that ain't nothing new
Try to take the same formula it ain't adding up for you
See I could spit in this pussy's face like that's just what I do
You swing on me you get stomped out by half the fucking room
But as much as you recycle bars when you rap
Made me think like, "Damn, how come I haven't brought any back?"
So fuck it
Since all you hood dudes want to be some mafia cats
I'm pretty sure the first rule of being in the mafia is not being black
This a hard profession
You swim in the waters that's shark infested
I'll off a freshman with sharper weapons I'm jumping rope with your large intestine
See Summer Madness proved you don't deserve to be on a card with legends
That's why it felt like the end of the world when you ain't get that call for Armageddon
See, just because you dark, you will never be mob respected
So how you claiming to be a don when none of your bars connected?
So Shine already ended him, so here we gather in remembrance of John
Cause this ain't his first time getting killed by a member of the Mobb
See that's exactly what you get for pretending you a boss
Nickle plated to his temple here's a penny for your thoughts
Y.G.s, got 'em on the payroll, rob him if I say so
They don't know where my money from a game show
Known to Bash Brothers like Canseco
If you got hands watch me big him a big face like Seiko, wait though
If I see that Jesus piece hang low
I'ma make him play the slave role and have him unchained like Django
See I ain't scared of saying shit John so as far as our race goes
This moolie might get wopped depending on how my day go (dago)
You think he gritty right?
I get this rookie robbed by Goodie Mob bout that trilla life
So here's a T.I.P., Youngblood you ain't putting on for your city right
Music ain't good you (Gucci) wouldn't download a kilobyte
Now you an Outkast in Atlanta cause you can't kill a mic (Killer Mike)
You talking that Atlanta shit and we gon' roll 'em up
Leave him in a trunk cause if you don't give a damn Johnny we don't give a fuck!
Catch him riding around the A ready to let the TEC blow
Aim one at your kids, tell Lil' John/Jon to Get Low
See I was raised on that 'Pac shit, big ups to the west coast
Why the fuck would I be scared of jail when I grew up on Death Row?
So welcome back to Cali
We charging out-of-towners taxes for some weed
You step inside of my state, and that's a mandatory fee
Call me Sluricane I'm a category three
Bitch, of course you slept on me: I'm a California King

[Round 3: John John Da Don]
Y'all could clap if y'all thought that was a real hard round
(*John John and the crowd applaud*)
Now, for the last time, make some noise if y'all wanna hear some real bars now
Now, I hear King of the Dot do bad business
I ain't think it was true
But they did offer me a white girl when I got here
My fault...I'm startin' to think it was you
Since they gave me Nicole Simpson, I gotta knife this bitch
And add his name to the "famous dead white chick" list
'Cause he'll get shot like Brittany Murphy
But what I'm talkin' ain't no cameras or no script
I'll let it sing like Teena Marie, but instead, my hammer got no pitch
I'll go Amy Winehouse when I'm blammin' that whole clip
That's OD'in' wit' that Wesson: I call it my Anna Nicole Smith
I called Hitman Holla to let him hear that bar, just to see if he gets it
He said, "Hell yeah, John John! Fuck it...you should Remix it!"
I'll go Amy Winehouse when I'm blammin' that whole-
Go-go Amy Winehouse when I'm blammin' that whole clip
Go Amy Winehouse when I'm blammin' that whole clip
OD'in' wit' that Wesson-
OD'in' wit' that Wesson-
OD'in' wit' that Wesson: that's my Anna Nicole Smith
Speaking of that, for n***as to say I be stealin' bars, that's just retarded to me
'Cause I kill n***as wit' they own style, but I add my own bars to the heat
'Cause they was food, and I prove that you are what you eat
Even in Mortal Kombat, Shang Tsung was the hardest to beat!
You garbage and weak
You live lame, so you'll die lame
I'm an 18-wheeler, so how dare you run into my lane?
Fox, I bet he head for the X as soon as that .9 bang
That Heat'll have him runnin' outta here (hair)...LeBron James
This live lame don't want this NY beef
He gon' wish he never met life (Metlife) once he run into this NY G (NYG)
Wit' these chambers (D. Chamberz) in both hands, you could die like you in NY, B (NYB)
Put a couple in that man hat and (Manhattan) let everybody out in NY see (NYC)
I got a question...are you regrettin' this yet?
I mean, has this ass-whoopin' even settled in yet?
Do you feel like less of a veteran yet?
'Cause they done booked a Charlie's Angel vers' the Devil in flesh
He's a modern-day pirate, gettin' fetched off the deck
They gon' find him like an anchor: full of metal and wet
'Cause we was aimin' for his heart, he should've kept on a vest
Now they gotta dig him up 'cause he ain't treasure his chest
Say that I'm nice
You ain't gotta hate on your life
You know I'm that n***a - that's just somethin' you won't say 'cause you white
But please don't say the John if you ain't sayin' it twice!
And if you don't add "Da Don", you ain't sayin' it right!
Good night

[Round 3: Caustic]
You always talk about Swag Inc
But you and Syahboy the only ones that claim the shit
That ain't gangsta shit
Two dudes in a crew is a fucking relationship
You ain't intimidating shit with them chipmunk cheeks fool
Always looking like you just got your wisdom teeth pulled
Shit, bitch just be cool
Cause you 'bout to get sat the fuck down and you should honestly get snuffed out
For stealing bars out of Jones and Luxx mouth
I pull guns out, what now?
Cub scout, duck down
I mean I know Rex is a nurse but I'm the one wearing these scrubs out
See that's why I don't watch shit to that says "John John vs"
There's like a 90% chance it's not even John John's verses
I mean you can't even act like you homage to G's
When those cats would fucking slap you for trying to borrow their schemes
This is light work, shit should come with some coffee and cream
This is Office Space, watch a white boy beat the shit out of this copy machine
I can not believe, you did the the multiple choice shit again
That was fucking awful bitch
Cause A: you're a faggot
B: you like dicks
C: big dicks
D: all that shit, fuck you!
See, I can break down the multiple choice without asking a question though
I understand, I admit when it first happened it was dope
You did it again after that with a plan to get it known
You did it again after that ignore the fact it's getting old
You did it again after that the fans had to tell you "no"
You do it again after that you on smack like methadone
See, this is what happens when you say the same shit seven battles in a row
For the proof that you love something John then you have to let it go
And you dress like Rone
Y'all seen him against Bill?
Them camo' pants was not flattering
Your man should've told you that camo' pants can not camouflage faggotry
See, you think the goofy shit you wear make you some kind of corner boy felon?
Bitch them camo' pants had you looking like a No Limit Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Tell him!
Yo I don't care how much it cost John you still look like a broke faggot
It's always some fashion retarded motherfucker talking 'bout swag that don't have it
You wear the wrong color in L.A. that's an automatic closed casket
But you bodied yourself with them outfits John, you a wearing a clothes' casket
See, I tried to think of why they called him John John though, I couldn't think of a reason
Either he was named after his pops or he was conceived in a threesome
See, his government name John Brown I find that quite random though
Cause you lost on national TV, I might fucking slap you bro
How you let a white boy make you look like the average Joe?
Funny how John Brown turn 106 into the white rapper show
What's this shit about you being in clique with Lil' Bow Wow?
Wow? Do he host 106 now?
I mean, how you in a clique with Bow Wow but you ain't got no tracks with him?
Maybe that's why Bow Wow dogged you out for trying to act like the man's best friend
See at Summer Madness it was obvious you ain't never sell no rock
Cause you was on Diddy's dick so hard you might as well sell Ciroc
What you think, he's gon' put you on? John John you wrong
You fronting like a Bad Boy, call him Sean John The Don
See, you have one thing in common dude that might not have crossed your mind
But at one point in your career you both lost to Shine/Shyne
I wish Puffy was here right now so he could me treat you like Ma$e
And leave your eyes all puffy
Leave your eyes all puffy
Leave your eyes all puffy when I remix your face!