R2: BaYzE PoW v. Lee-Zilla 69 v. Head Coach
- Thread starter Stealth
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suck my nuts...
muahahahha...
i shit on you fuckers...
you're all like :dead:
dropping turds like .:
lop plop plop::.
These fags approaching me better not get close//
This queer gives new meaning to the phrase “hed” coach//
You aint ready, I’m the go-to guy when the game is intense//
Gimme the rock, bitch, coaches can stay on the bench//
Lets look at Lee, this cat I doubt is mean//
The last tight Lee I saw was a pair of cowboy’s jeans//
Lee’s part of the Zilla fam? Kid I’ll be leading the squad//
I’m top of the ranks, cuz if you’re Lee then I’m God…//
…Zilla, familiar with the way that I rock a show//
The stakes are getting high but your stock is low//
Cuz I’ve been known to bring it hard//
Whenever the chips are stacked like some Pringles are//
I don’t really care how them judges get down//
I just know that when I post, I make it to the next round//
Got yall locked in my sights, I fix my aim with a grin//
Just keep your cool you bitches, and don’t complain when I win//
In this tourney I always end up battling two kids//
I guess Stealth likes watching me make these cats just look stupid//
These guys aint giving me props but soon they will see//
That I’m exactly what really should make an emcee//
These cats can’t fuck with me; the competition is nil//
It gets boring battling these cats who aint testing my skills//
LeeZilla move over; Head Coach, you’ll be Rick Adelman//
And I’ll be Shaq, with the toilet I’m straddling//
On ESPN, talking shit to the media about beating you//
I’m thinking one more round and I can three-peat this, too//
This tourney is mine, so I’ll be surpassing you bitches//
You can’t contain what I bring cuz I’m just rapping so vicious//
You’ll get smacked out your kicks when I’m backhanding you fast//
You’re dropping on another level once you crash through the glass//
Of a window on a second story building//
Just goes to show yall faggots could never test this gory villain//
lick em...
again...
yall know the drill...
muahahahha...
i shit on you fuckers...
you're all like :dead:
dropping turds like .:
lop plop plop::. These fags approaching me better not get close//
This queer gives new meaning to the phrase “hed” coach//
You aint ready, I’m the go-to guy when the game is intense//
Gimme the rock, bitch, coaches can stay on the bench//
Lets look at Lee, this cat I doubt is mean//
The last tight Lee I saw was a pair of cowboy’s jeans//
Lee’s part of the Zilla fam? Kid I’ll be leading the squad//
I’m top of the ranks, cuz if you’re Lee then I’m God…//
…Zilla, familiar with the way that I rock a show//
The stakes are getting high but your stock is low//
Cuz I’ve been known to bring it hard//
Whenever the chips are stacked like some Pringles are//
I don’t really care how them judges get down//
I just know that when I post, I make it to the next round//
Got yall locked in my sights, I fix my aim with a grin//
Just keep your cool you bitches, and don’t complain when I win//
In this tourney I always end up battling two kids//
I guess Stealth likes watching me make these cats just look stupid//
These guys aint giving me props but soon they will see//
That I’m exactly what really should make an emcee//
These cats can’t fuck with me; the competition is nil//
It gets boring battling these cats who aint testing my skills//
LeeZilla move over; Head Coach, you’ll be Rick Adelman//
And I’ll be Shaq, with the toilet I’m straddling//
On ESPN, talking shit to the media about beating you//
I’m thinking one more round and I can three-peat this, too//
This tourney is mine, so I’ll be surpassing you bitches//
You can’t contain what I bring cuz I’m just rapping so vicious//
You’ll get smacked out your kicks when I’m backhanding you fast//
You’re dropping on another level once you crash through the glass//
Of a window on a second story building//
Just goes to show yall faggots could never test this gory villain//
lick em...
again...
yall know the drill...
is this nigga serious?? whut the fuck is a "bay zee pow"??
heres a pair of clippers..bitch try ta fade me now..
i'll pull yer wig back like a bald hoe wit cancer
you couldnt step on my toes if you was a tap dancer
dont fuck wit me bAy zEe you in da wrong class
imma eat yer rhymes up like i did wit LAST
i rhyme-fuck niggaz like you..juss call it "sport rape"
you really aint trynna see me like a muthafuckin court date
what the fuck is you talkin bout.."straddlin toilets"??
i woulda spit first in this round..but i didnt wanna spoil it
i'll treat you like a free agent..ya rap skill is lame
im da COACH you a ROOKIE still trynna ball after the game
put da mic down LEE ya kaynt flow like a broken pipeline
ya lyrics is lame like bay zee's white rhymes
i got bored of your response..and you call yerself flawless??
you take up more time than TYPCEE at the ARMY recruitin office
yer raps dont make sense like puttin you against me
i SHIT on LAST next is bAyz then the "almighty lee"
ya kaynt fuck wit Head Coach im the one wit the clipboard
you on the bench wit bAy zEe in line ta get "ripped more"
ya fuckin comic..fake ass rap imitator
i'll take you back to "American Gladiators" and beat you on the "Eliminator"
i'll break you down and roll you up..smoke you down to the roach
learn how to flow next time before you battle the Coach
tsssssss hAHaHahAhA.....
heres a pair of clippers..bitch try ta fade me now..
i'll pull yer wig back like a bald hoe wit cancer
you couldnt step on my toes if you was a tap dancer
dont fuck wit me bAy zEe you in da wrong class
imma eat yer rhymes up like i did wit LAST
i rhyme-fuck niggaz like you..juss call it "sport rape"
you really aint trynna see me like a muthafuckin court date
what the fuck is you talkin bout.."straddlin toilets"??
i woulda spit first in this round..but i didnt wanna spoil it
i'll treat you like a free agent..ya rap skill is lame
im da COACH you a ROOKIE still trynna ball after the game
put da mic down LEE ya kaynt flow like a broken pipeline
ya lyrics is lame like bay zee's white rhymes
i got bored of your response..and you call yerself flawless??
you take up more time than TYPCEE at the ARMY recruitin office
yer raps dont make sense like puttin you against me
i SHIT on LAST next is bAyz then the "almighty lee"
ya kaynt fuck wit Head Coach im the one wit the clipboard
you on the bench wit bAy zEe in line ta get "ripped more"
ya fuckin comic..fake ass rap imitator
i'll take you back to "American Gladiators" and beat you on the "Eliminator"
i'll break you down and roll you up..smoke you down to the roach
learn how to flow next time before you battle the Coach
tsssssss hAHaHahAhA.....
