My Bologna has a first name...its O-S-C-A-R.
My Bologna has a second name...its M-A-Y-E-R.
I love to eat it every day and if you ask me i will say...
That Oscar Mayer has a way... of B-O-L-O-G-N-A.
b*tch shut the **** up while you running your mouth
you don’t know a damn thing, you don’t know what I'm about
but every rhyme I hear you talking **** giving me a shout
you gonna end up like pacquiao, knocked the **** out
I was just taking it easy, I wasn’t going full throttle
now I'm bout to wild out and crush your head with a bottle
and these are simple rhymes for your little simple mind
yet you addicted to my **** like you was doing a ****ing line
now I'm starting to go in, ****ing a b*tch in that ass
hit it quick and fast but I better slow up so I don’t crash
'cuz I need to last....show my superior skill
an iron will, with undeniable urge to kill
like the devil I revel in killing, yeah that’s preferred
when you listen to my words you question what you just heard
it sounds so absurd you wonder if my speech is slurred
but your version is blurred, when I spit it leaving you deterred
That track wack someone please put a beat on it
I'll have you workin 4 street corners lettin dudes put they meat on ya.
I'm not gonna' front real talk I dont know you
but even if you got a gun we both know that you wont shoot
anyone can tough talk dog I need more proof
I could slap you in the mouth aint **** that you're gon' do
G's in the streets call me BG the OG
Fake suckas like you cant see me, you dont know me
I'm so street and bro I hope you got that flow cheap
1 word response and I promise they'll be no peace
1-2 1-2 b*tch boy don't get fo' pieced
Even think of responindg and I'm gonna ruin your whole week
That track wack someone please put a beat on it
I'll have you workin 4 street corners lettin dudes put they meat on ya.
I'm not gonna' front real talk I dont know you
but even if you got a gun we both know that you wont shoot
anyone can tough talk dog I need more proof
I could slap you in the mouth aint **** that you're gon' do
G's in the streets call me BG the OG
Fake suckas like you cant see me, you dont know me
I'm so street and bro I hope you got that flow cheap
1 word response and I promise they'll be no peace
1-2 1-2 b*tch boy don't get fo' pieced
Even think of responindg and I'm gonna ruin your whole week
can’t hear what I'm saying, **** I know it’s confusing
it’s like an illusion in your head, just a brain contusion
your skulls mentally ****ed, yeah that’s what I'm doing
bouncing your mind with my rhymes, and now your ****s bruising
better get use to losing 'cuz when I start fusing
you end up like a bum emcee living his days through his booze, and
day dreaming and screaming always having delusions
when you call yourself a rapper, now that’s just an intrusion
on the game, now hold up sit back and let me explain
'bout to drop the world on you like I'm Em and your Wayne
you getting murked and worked, straight up killed on this ****
never mistake me for a coc*y pr*ck, just know my rhymes are ****ing slick
always sick, you bout to trip, 'cuz I'm lyrical
it’s like a miracle, my soul spits, it’s so spiritual
bringing hip hop back, at any and all cost
a ****ing hip hop jesus willing to die for his cause
The documentary I saw, I remember one rapper by the name of Little Rascal or Dizzie Rascal, something like that.
Yeah, Dizzee Rascal. He used to be quite grimey. Online nerds would tell you he's sold out etc but Grime just isn't that mainstream in the UK. It is getting slightly more mainstream than it was when he was coming up though.
4corners enters the lounge, spitting lyrics for the masses...
Quite courageous.
Don't be shocked if he takes a beating before he passes...
Don't chu blame us.
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I wanna see you spit while using some lounge names
Copy n paste ain't accepted in the freestyle rap game,
That kinda thing is considered whack and lame,
Your previous posts where the undercard and this is the main...
Event, you're spent. You're Rich in lyrics but can't afford the rent,
"Sorry baby, no flowers this christmas, all my doe be spent. Can you sell your body to Timmeh? He would like you bent...
Over, spread on four legs. Take a hit from behind we can't afford no bread."
4corners, my friend, Kev is just starting ****,
I'd take out any dude with one hit,
a left hook to the body.
Have grown ass men run crying to their daddy,
"Father, I'm sorry. Got hit with s punch, felt like a lorry, where is ya voddy, please, I need a shotty, Terrel is a black mo****er****er with an awesome body".
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