Spit some lyrics for Floyd and Ricky

[BodyW8]

Floyd likes to cum all over his dad's face
And he does it with such finesse and grace;
That when he spurts right in his eye
The pressure bursts last week's stye

As Hatton trains to beat this chump
Who likes to suck **** and has men to hump
He laughs off this dumb wanker's slander
And has mince pie with corriander

A ****sexual like mayweather i've never seen
So badly covered up his lust for meen (hail scotland)
A bender like him i've never met
If I had i'd be doing a pure white ****

A pint of guiness every night
While Gayweather buries his **** in ****e
A candle for Mayweather let's deposit
It must be dark, inside that closet

[beauty]

Floyd:

U said i'm crept to watch & i don't bring nothing but the title/
Well preacher man graham better bring ya azz a bible/
To get ya ready for revival/ when u step in the pull-pit/
Cuz i aint nothing but the truth/ but you think that's some bull-****/
What gives/ Mr. hook & hold, look i'm cold/
See all them other dudes you fought was shook & old/
Supposed no one believes what u about to 2/
But you in the ring with the best not kosta tszyu/
And I don't know bout you/ but i'm coming 2 win/
I got sharp hands/ and man that might cut up ya skin/
Thousands of ya fans came 2 see u drinking guiness but dude/
On the real they just came 2 witness you lose/
So choose your fate/ cause on the 8th/ i'm a use ya face/
as a punching bag/ show u the space between good & great/
So Hey/ U might want 2 bring ya gun you need it/
b/c that's the only way you'll leave the ring undefeated/

I get Money
Money I got
I'll be in the ring boxing
Countering shots
I know in the build-up
That I'm talking alot
But when it's time to fight
Then talking will stop
'Cause I got a left hook
That'll knock off his block
And a straight right hand
That'll have him talking to God
See his style is ugly. Mine?
You could call it an art
Yo Ricky- stop throwing punches,
Stick to throwing the darts!

This one is from Hatton:

They called me Sticky Ricky or sometimes Baby Ruiz.
But come 12/8 Money May is beggin please.
To stop throwin punches & hittin him in the face.
I saw you on Dancing With The Stars & that was a gay disgrace.
So break out your ballet shoes & be there to fight.
Cuz if you grant this request, I'm ending your night.

I'll have one for Mayweather next.

OK. I will have to step my game up. You guys did good.

[beauty]

Floyd likes to cum all over his dad's face
And he does it with such finesse and grace;
That when he spurts right in his eye
The pressure bursts last week's stye

As Hatton trains to beat this chump
Who likes to suck **** and has men to hump
He laughs off this dumb wanker's slander
And has mince pie with corriander

A ****sexual like mayweather i've never seen
So badly covered up his lust for meen (hail scotland)
A bender like him i've never met
If I had i'd be doing a pure white ****

A pint of guiness every night
While Gayweather buries his **** in ****e
A candle for Mayweather let's deposit
It must be dark, inside that closet

Hahaha. OMG.

[BodyW8]

Hahaha. OMG.

Honestly, I firmly believe Mayweather is a closet ****sexual. Or has at least thought about a guy while jerking off a few times, to ****** most of them.

[P4PKING_2008]

OK. I will have to step my game up. You guys did good.

damn I didn't make the cut

[NachoMan]

lets hear what you got nachoman if ya criticising its only a bit of fun. who are ya the fun police

Fair enough, P4P. I suppose if I'm going to take shots, I've got to put my neck out there too.

Let me just say that as a genuine ****phobe, though, I really am unnerved by all of the blantant ****sexual comments by a lot of these hip-hop gangster types like Floyd and SonOfIsis. There is something behind this.

Anyway, how's this...

Hickory ****ory Dock ~by PBF Mayweather

Hickory ****ory Dock,
Vicky Fatton was sucking my ****,
The clock struck two,
I dropped my goo,
And dropped him off at the next bloc..

Okay, that was kind of weak (sorry Dice Man). I'm sure it got SonOfIsis all sweaty though. Give me a few minutes and I'll come up with a better one.

[BodyW8]

Here's a shorthand poem which speaks volumes about Floyd's personality

****ING PRICK
****ING PRICK
****ING PRICK

****ING PRICK
****ING PRICK
****ING PRICK

****ING PRICK
****ING PRICK
****ING PRICK and a half.

[classicbuzzbox]

Floyd is really great at hitting the track,
This aint the hundred metres though, its a boxing match,
In the interviews, he wanks at every chance,
The guy is overcompensating, got a midget in his pants,
Trying to talk smack like the great Ali,
Comes across more like a fragile ***** who sits to pee,
Ali was an entertainer who was great to watch,
No balls Floyd isn't even fit to sniff his jocks,
Floyd knows this cos even after a win,
The commentators are saying throw the tape in the bin,
Pitty pat punches thrown in bunches,
Real boxing fans are spewing up all their lunches,
Lame rapping skills and short man syndrome,
The guy is a one way ticket to death by boredom,
Ricky Hatton's the only thing stopping this from being a snooze,
Pretty Boy gonna disappear when he get the "lose",
Cos when you talk yourself into the corner,
If ya dont win then you're a gonna,
Whats with name pretty boy anyway?
My sack looks better than his head any day,
Gonna be a real treat watching this ***** get his ass beat,
His fragile ego wont believe he was out on his feet,
Got no heart,
No balls,
No ticker,
Floyd remembered all time as a lame ass faker.
To all the Floyd fair weather entourage
Jump that sinking ship before you all look like ******s

[old68]

The only useful genres that became mainstream are "black created genres, so how has "black music" gone to **** you racist swine? What has the white creative mind given us besides country music and an altered rip off version of real rock and roll (The little Richard variety), called "heavy metal"?

Crack is whack! Vanilla Ice taught you everything you know about hiphop. Try not to be so full of yourself since you have done little more than beat on drums and sing aweemowei till just the other day.

[NachoMan]

Okay, here's mine...

High Rollin' ~ by PBF Mayweather

(accompanied by any old BeeGees or ABBA score)

Ya'll must be kidding, some kinda joke
You say I gotta fight this milky white bloke?
Dis ***** can't hang, dis ***** can't roll
But if he wanna try, he gonna pay the toll

Chorus: ♪Roll, mutha****a, roll ♪
♪You gotta roll, mutha****a, roll (repeats, fades)

Okay, it's fight night, Ain't playin' no game
I'mma brutalize his ass, and put them brits to shame
That ***** is scared, he know my game
I'mma send his body back to wherever the **** it came

Yo time is up, the bell done rung
Here come da pain, ***** gonna get stung
I'mma bring the pain, I'mma blast you, fool
Step yo ass up, it's time to go to school

(Bell rings)

Okay, sho... so you backed me up
Ya'll know I invented this rope-a-dope stuff
Sho I'm on the ropes, but I'm in control
This white ***** don't know **** about my shoulder roll

Chorus: ♪Roll, mutha****a, roll ♪
♪You gotta roll, mutha****a, roll (repeats, fades)

I'm rollin' left, an I'm rollin' right
Man, I could do this **** the whole mother****in' night
Don't have to land, don't even have to throw
Cuz I'm boxing genius, all you folks should know

Okay, sho
Dis ***** broke my nose
My ribs is busted
Can't even feel my toes

Ain't none of that matter, cuz you know I'm the best
Give me one more round, I'mma put this bloke to rest
He know what's comin', here come the roll
I got this milky ****a shakin' to his soul

I'm rollin' left, an I'm rollin' right
Don't doubt my skillz, told you I could fight
C'mon now, Vicky, time to take a nap
Let's see if you can take my Pretty Boy slap

Hah, there you go, gotcha on the chin!
That's all I'm gonna need to cement this ****in' win
This fight's in the bag, Can't take this one from me
****, I'm the greatest ever, check the P-4-P!

C'mon, Buffer, go on and spit it out
This wasn't close, there ain't no doubt
I'll be the greatest ever, that's just my fate
How bout that, three scores: 120 to 108!

I murdered that ass, I taxed it right
I'm a bad mutha****a, my **** is tight
Be the greatest ever, yeah that's my goal
Can't nobody hang with my slap-n-roll♪

Chorus: ♪Roll, mutha****a, roll ♪
♪You gotta roll, mutha****a, roll (repeats, fades)