Andy vs. Dizzy
Yo man, what you think about these guys man
Whoís that man (Ugly Duckling) oh yeah, them dudes
Ah they cool, I donít know, Fresh Mode was dope
You know, that was hot
Yo, I loved it when they was meatshakin man, you know
Yeah, yeah I know you liked that right there
But which one is your favorite rapper from the group

Itís about that time (Dizzy)
Come on (Dizzy) thatís right
Itís like I wanna eat his children
I wanna have his heart, Iím ready

It's on tonight, when we get on the mics
To begin I bring fright like piranha bites
Slice with precision, my rhythm and rhyme interlocks
And drops heavy, hitting harder than cinder blocks
On the march like a mastodon
Iím strong and built to last in this rap-a-thon
So pass it on, I bring heat like twin holsters
Roast a hype beat like a bath full of toasters
You want a fair one, nah, cuz you're scared
Run, quit, then admit you'd get lit like a flare gun
Your little rap on this camel's back
You could add a million of 'em and Iíd handle that
But you've got no spine and me when it's showtime
I keep the crowd groovin till they hang up the closed sign
Guys to girls dancin (ooh) so doowutchyalike
But don't touch the mic
Just watch nice and close like microscopes
As I go, set to blow like isotopes
Papa gotta new pair of shoes to catch caribous
With a verse so sick I took Theraflu
Andy Cooper, I don't need an alias
Stun anyone in a hundred mile radius
Cuz I come off quicker than a Snapple top
And cats jock like Germans on Hasselhoff

(Dizzy) whereís Dizzy
Diz, whatís up man, what you got

Let me interrupt and cut straight to the chase
Straight to your face so you make no mistakes
I can take a microphone and snap it like it's styrofoam
Cuz my style's off the hook like a dial tone
Iím pure blend, youíre decaffeinated
And you're sticking out you neck to get decapitated
You have to hate it, bro you oughta lock your jaw
As the rhyme scheme drops like shock and awe
Iím a vet when it comes to a mic check
With no interference I get clearance from the flight deck
Cuz Iím well known in the field of hip hop
You can check my profile like Alfred Hitchcock
My tongue becomes a switchblade to cut you down to size
Competition gets played, thatís if they survive
Iím ready to attack so Iím throwing on my hunting cap
To count you out like a jumping jack
Or better yet Tae Bo, rappers are oblivious
I can get a live show moving like giddy up
Who'd they come to see, it was me not you
Now you must confess Iím blessed like "aachuu"

Alright so who you think won the battle man
Ah man, thereís no question about that
Yeah, it was me (you?)
Einstein, who won the battle man
Uh, I donít know, I wasnít listening