Discussion in 'Emcee Hookups' started by Baby OJ, Apr 25, 2012.
Explained in the title.
Who will battle me?
, ok...I can certainly try...
I got next.
Hey whats up?
You rang to be battled, I obliged...
I rang to be battled,
So it means your brain will now be rattled.
I'll have you Hung up, like some freshly killed cattle.
Next ill cut off one of your arms, put you in a boat and give you your ARM to paddle.
Now the next time you snitch, it won't be on Baby OJ Bitch. I'll soon be rich.
Child please, recycling Noble's verse ends you drowned in antifreeze,
Forget noblesse oblige, you caking, please, you got no cheese.
I'm your lyrical assassination, representing RM's battle nation,
you'll respect the best in the textcee zone,
all alone I'm turning rhymes into your cardboard terror dome,
I should beat your ass with crome, bash your head in the dash,
leave this veteran bleeding out his diaper rash,
whilst he's sucking off retirees out of their cash,
Rm's prone to leave a scare ~ nasty gash,
if I slash you with my katana and keep a slice,
you'll die before reaching nirvana or seeing gangstas paradise.
That's where you get me wrong.
Your not fully understanding the meaning behind my songs.
Just put down the Bong, before you interprete this flow wrong.
I'll have you like Viet Kong, yeah I'm a vet, and I make all the ladies pussy so wet.
I do it in tha back of the jet, while your in the front banging my whole set.
Your pretty much my little pet.
I've yet to fall, I'm too Damn tall, fuck around ill put you through dat wall.
You'll be stuck with no one to call, now go ahead move around, by this time in the flow, I'm sure your brain is really bound, its just starting to pound, but yet you still have not found, your true sound.
Oh, my bad, I thought you knew what's battle rap,
nothing more than the Fresh prince of talking crap,
you'd lose a race even when given a victory lap,
get off your back and back on your knees,
doing gay porn is your only area of expertise.
^ :dead: :cry:
I know how to battle rap, what I don't understand is why you rap.
You encountered a volcano, yo its ok, I've got dough, your just too Damn slow to realize the point I just made moments ago.
You might as well just go, before you embarrass yourself more by trying to rap to me like a Ho.
Yeah I know that was low, but do I care?
Fuck no, I'm one of a kind, I'm rare.
I can see your not, they should give you a sticker that's says "caution extreme wear and tear".
At this point I don't really care, I'm fixing to pair and say well, looks like messed with the wrong Rapper,
I'ma go I've got a fine ass girl without the sticker, and I'm fixin to Tapper.
You're as rare as bubble gum caught in your blowup doll's hair.
For that, we thank God.
My flows are so wicked,
My beats hit like their addicted,
You Betta watch out before your ass gets constricted.
I'm not the man that plays, I'm the one who gets paid.
While I'm chillin gettin laid, don't you try and even hate.
I rap from the top of my head.
I call it gods fate.
My flows are so wicked, my beats hit like their addictive.
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