Oshea (Battle Rapper) - Oshea vs Blizzard lyrics

[Round 1: 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 f** 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 f** with me In your cup of tea I'll spin you on your f**ing 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... f** Bliz, I'm a better competitor You little young twat, I'm ten steps ahead of you Your bird's a s*ut always after the Roger, like Federer Yeah, that wasn't very good ...And f**ing ending you (yeah I f**ed that up didn't I you little bell-end) Yeah, yeah, f** Blizzard If it came to a scrap, I'd give him a slap Cos no one gives a f** - anyone can do this [imitates Blizzard] when they rap You little Manc twat [Round 1: 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, f**ing, that's queer You don't live that f**ing fantasy you're about as scouse as Tranmere And you can s** my f**ing sack if you ever say this stuff is wack Your bird's got a f**ing 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 f**ing k** you with ease And every day you go out to the Brookhouse you k** yourself with Es I rep Manchester, you can boo me right now f** it, boo me, I'm from Manchester, sue me I don't care,I'll just k** 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 f** you Oshea You rep Dick Limerick You silly prick What the f** is a Dick Limerick? It's like some poetry out of your dick That's some pretty ridicky sh** 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 f** it, time [Oshea] ListenI f**ing hate this prick He said he wanted a freestyle battle, he just shouldn't have taken this Listen, Blizzard, yesterday I got a phonecall off Bentlegs, he said the Madness battle is cancelled, who do you want to battle? I said 'I don't care', I'm never fussed Cos they call my guns the f**ing transport chocolate, the way my Double Deckers buss I've been to his house Never go there, because the whole place is stinking of feet You know what they call me? The Eskimo city man, the way I put those white bricks in the street See I'm all about those punches f** that Tai-Bo crap Don't come around Liverpool acting Live-O lad Cos even the walk to my house is crazy I've got a psycho path I put Blizzard in a box Paul Bearer, Dick Limerick academy That prick caused murders, so bring beef I'm begging you I'm sick of horse burgers I'm from Everton, I was born to scrap Arnold Schwarzenegger, grenade launcher rap I'll f** up your head, like you [?] And forget Felix for your cat, I bought it smack And forget all that clever stuff I'm on that old school scouse back of the bus trap That old school scouse Jerry Hill, tearing the moustache Bring your little BMX, I'll jack both the wheels and the mudflaps sh**, Oshea pack a three foot Tommy, like it's Rugrats You little dumb twat You and all your friends are arseholes Oshea does not rape women like Kenneth Barlow I rape kids and Blizzard's next I'll kick your chest I spit the best I freestyle from here to Inverness Blizzard, I'll be honest, you're the best Britain's ever had But your Mum's a s*ut and I hate your Dad [Blizzard] I'm an amazing battler, with crazy character Pa**ion for days, you can't deflate my stamina Daily traveller, you might be away in Malaga I'll still put ballers away like Jamie Carragher And you're probably gonna say Everton are better than Manchester But Rooney and Moyes left for us so we must have been doing something right You know what's more crazy than the eyes on Rowan Faith? The fact that Oshea nearly had a track with Paloma Faith Imagine this, Paloma Faith singing something that actually sounds dope And then Oshea second verse starts rapping about coke Like 'Mate, big up to Paloma, you know I'm a f**ing stoner Work in Morrissons, I'm a forty a day smoker' I'm so Manc, I listen to Oasis You're so incestual if his sibling asked him to f** he wouldn't say 'Oh wait sis' Listen man you know that Blizzard Don't Flop I could've beat you spitting Everton bars in a Liverpool top And still get the biggest of props, so what sh** have you got? Trying to rap to me, you just look like you're doing a dance routine To some f**ing wack jazzy beats, like 'Look at me, I'm mad as can be' Stop taking coke, it's f**ing up your mind And stop taking MKat and all the other things combined Cos one day you'll go to the Brookie and no one will be there that you can find Cos they'll all just see that you're f**ed in your mind That didn't work did it? That didn't really work Time [Round 3: 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 [Round 3: 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