MARKED FOR DELETION - Oshea vs Blizzard (Round Three Duplicate) lyrics

[Oshea] Listen, you're rhyming gay, I'll knock you the f** out Stop calling the Brookhouse the Brookie, you little f**ing... slout Listen, lad Blizzard, you're rhyming gay You said I smoke forty ciggies, it's actually thirty nine a day Yeah, I'm gunna be honest, this is a mirror this Listen, my life is great I love my girl, I love my son, and I'm not bothered about piling on weight Outside the rap, I've still got every one of my original mate And I am not a laughing stock when it comes to [?] down at Liverpool eight Listen, every stage I'm on I rock it I'll sock your eye socket And if you had the best CD song collection you'd ever had It'd have f**ing 5ive on it Every stage I'm on I rock it And people after this battle are gonna say it's f**ing murder one Cos he got all up in my grill, and I just f**ing turned it on You'll get burned like Meatloaf Cos your f**ing mum looks like Meatloaf Lad, you're the type of lad that wakes up in the morning and eats toast Yeah, you are, you're like everyone else Listen, see every battle I'm in, I'm going for gold I ain't talking about food when I say you will get Toad In The Hole Slow it down, I'll kick you in your arse you bell-end Listen, you little Manc sh**, I'm on that freestyle tip Forget preparing for bars I admit, Man United are better than Everton As a football fan, I swear that it's hard But you can't deny that your fans are f**ing sh**houses compared to ours See Blizzard, you're a bell-end And your mum has got one leg But we all call her a leg-end Oshea is on the nicest rhymes You know I spit it sickly You've got a cap sponsored by your ma Yeah that was piss poor I spit raw, I'll kick your jaw I'll kick your jaw from here to somewhere called Diggador [Blizzard: Singapore?] Singapore, that would have rhymed better Lad, if you had a sweater on, it'd be a nice sweater But you haven't got a sweater on, it's a t-shirt You've got such straight legs you don't even know how your knees work Your school that you went to, it needs work Cos people who went to that school, eat dirt Yeah, you can't f** with me, I've got the sicker flow You can't f** with me, expensive giggolo Yeah I'm freestyling Couldn't be silent f** with Oshea and you'll see police sirens You won't see them you'll hear them, you little bell-end Like I said before you've got one leg, you leg-end Blizzard, you little prick, go [Blizzard] Yo, what the f** is Oshea spitting here for? He said he got crack for my cat, it was out of his Mrs' drawer Cos your girl's a crackhead, that's why f** Oshea, I don't care where you live or whether it's very dark I don't care if you live in [?], [?] or Sefton Park I don't care if you live in Sefton Park, like in the park You f**ing homeless guy Every time you see me rap you want to moan and cry That's f**ing sad, just cry right now, just do it [Oshea: I'm not gonna cry] And he's not gonna cry, oh how embarra**ed am I? I don't even need to look at you I could just rap at the sky And still get more props than this average guy Bif up Osh for taking a battle in twenty four hours Big up me, the reason he has any power Because without me here he wouldn't be rapping today So for booing me I don't give a f** what you say My name's Bradley Green, I play the tambourine And when I'm broke I like to punch cash machines And I'll punch your little average crappy spleen And wait until you die And for the record, you might think you've got some advantage that you're at your home crowd Yeah, well who the f**'s at home now? [Jumps into crowd] Time