Deadshot vs Deathstroke [Extended + Remastered] lyrics

[Verse 1: Deadshot]
Alright, it's Mr. Sharpshooter, Mr. One Pop Drop
On the block, lock, stock, and barrel aiming red dots
At your chest, I'm the best, Deathstroke is a mess with it
Ask about Floyd they'll tell you that he the best with it
Looking at right ya, keen eye on Slade
And from what I can gather, you ain't never been paid
Like Me-D.C, Gotham City's O.G
I'm reppin' just like my weapons, the deadliest M.C (b*tch)

[Verse 2: Deathstroke]
The deadliest M.C.? Well, I highly doubt it
Dismantle you into pieces and I have no doubt about it
Limited precognitive, you don't have long to livе
I can see your moves ahead of time and it's rеpetitive
Deathsroke, I'm swinging in, I'll drop you like a habit
A tracking and hunting expert, and yes, you are the rabbit
My dual-wield katanas will have you separated
I'm watching your limbs fly, describe the feeling: it's elated

[Verse 3: Deadshot]
Ok Suicide Squad mob, watch a Deathstroke sob
Ice him in cold blood then wrap him up like a wonton
You couldn't drop teens, wanna bet I can?
The only thing you terminate is my attention span (Look)
Lawton's in the building, so try to get an eye full
Couple of wrist shots then finish you with the rifle
They all running for cover, and praying up on their Bibles
Mr. Wilson's surrender, his only chance of survival
[Verse 4: Deathstroke]
You'll never get a clean shot, my stealth is unequaled
This battle is so lopsided there could never be a sequel
Slade; I single handily defeated J.L.A
I hate to break it to this mutt but he'll never have his day
Pardon my elocution, but this is your execution
I'll rid him of his pride then rid him of his delusions
This battle is a problem, you couldn't find a solution
Death by my hand is the only logical conclusion

[Verse 5: Deadshot]
You talk a big talk, and you say you are the baddest
But let's keep it real, you battling me is like target practice
You think that you're trouble that the shot can't resolve
But I never met a problem that a bullet couldn't solve

[Verse 6: Deathstroke]
Your little wrist pea-shooters wouldn't even scratch my Kevlar
If you turn and run now, I anticipate you won't get far
I've mastered every fighting form and see every angle
If you wanna go close range then I'll have Floyd strangled