Oshea vs Blizzard [24HRS PREP] (Round One)

[Oshea] Lad, I'm on that freestyle tip I ridicule watch your mouth And if you say anything about Liverpool MCs Starky's gonna knock you the fuck out Yeah, and innuendo, stop begging it Lad, you're out your league You saw words like 'Fam' and 'Breeze', Scouser please Be serious, huge shout out to Blizzard for taking this battle last minute But Madness was fat, and you're not fat So for this battle you're fat innit You little fat prick You're about to get murdered badly With all those spots on your face you like every kid that works at Maccy's This is role reversal lad, and I'll save you badly [?] Purple Aki I'm calling him a kid, but he's not that young But he's got a problem, he'd better watch that tongue Cos you'd think I was elephant hunting, the way I pop that trunk And this is the God's honest truth Last night, I had no sleep But I'm not baad, because my baas go deep Like a scuba-diving sheep Yeah, whatever, terrible, terrible When it comes to the most bad bars, Marlo and Shuffle-T You can't fuck with me In your cup of tea I'll spin you on your fucking head like Booker-T Listen lad, my car is bumble bee Your car, is about this big and on the side it's got a little number three Because you're a child And I'm about to murder this kid I let the mac go like I went to MacDonald's, and I just ordered a Big... Fuck Bliz, I'm a better competitor You little young twat, I'm ten steps ahead of you Your bird's a slut always after the Roger, like Federer Yeah, that wasn't very good ...And fucking ending you (yeah I fucked that up didn't I you little bell-end) Yeah, yeah, fuck Blizzard If it came to a scrap, I'd give him a slap Cos no one gives a fuck - anyone can do this [imitates Blizzard] when they rap You little Manc twat [Blizzard] Yo, talking all them cliche metaphors, you'll get split in a sec It's like you've got a telephone on your face, the way I'm wringing your neck And you know that.. this don't make sense but I'm gonna merk you phat And I know that everyone's gonna hype to all them words you spat Especially the guy in that green 1980s curtain hat So much for me retiring Now I'm back and it feels inspiring Walk into the arena, fighting With the deepest rhyming at the speed of lightning People see me and they see me and they see it's frightening But when I hear you it makes me think I don't even like him It's like, you had a bar that said 'I'm as scouse as Ken Dodd' Mate, fucking, that's queer You don't live that fucking fantasy you're about as scouse as Tranmere And you can suck my fucking sack if you ever say this stuff is wack Your bird's got a fucking afro on her spine she's bringing wooly back And you're probably gonna say like 'Oh mate you just left middle school' Or something like 'I'm the sickest tool from Liverpool' But everyday you've just been eating gruel Like Oliver Twist If I hadn't rapped about you, you probably wouldn't exist I don't even need to write bars I just fucking kill you with ease And every day you go out to the Brookhouse you kill yourself with Es I rep Manchester, you can boo me right now Fuck it, boo me, I'm from Manchester, sue me I don't care,I'll just kill you straight away And he's taken me off what I'm saying But that's okay 'cos I'm on stage and I'm not playing So fuck you Oshea You rep Dick Limerick You silly prick What the fuck is a Dick Limerick? It's like some poetry out of your dick That's some pretty ridicky shit You're like twenty five stone From the knee down If you threw him in the Hoover Dam You could see from space and he'd be found Fuck it, time