battle.....

Bob_the_rascal

im up 4 it

Bob_the_rascal

i spit acidic vapour that causes emcee's to incarcerate//
these phenominal rage outbursts leave them confused and irate//
im a trooper on the battlestar galactica and fight for stargate//
so..
this mad-state leaves me taggin with red markers//
it leaves me pondering for-a fresh hip hop carcass//
but the industry has infiltrated the meat for their starters//
bob1 is part of the hip hop specialist lyrical masters//
i be swinging swords like in wu tang in my pyjamas//
and chomp like great whites in the bahamas//

teaser.....

Bob_the_rascal

I muddle up rappers and hit em with a suckerpunch//
they dyslexic, im carnivorous i gobble dem for brunch//
jus as i be spittin like a cobra in a drunken bar fight//
i see these tramps gettin sober for the first night//
i start a hiphop democracy and show enuff insight//
these girls be tight....
-i make them wet like paddlin' pools//
wen fake emcees be chattin, they smell ur odour- u knock em off the bar stools//
i pity you fools, like mr.t from the a-team//
i precipitate under 40 degree sun and maybe a laser beam//
study these challengers moves and where they comin from//
im the hiphop heavywieght steam-rollin train-who u runnin from?//
its bob1-the lyrical messiah, the hiphop prodigy//
like inspecta deck i perform lyrical armed-robbery//
smackin these parodies and comedies//
u look like a circus freak, a mockery//
i split ur larynx with enuff elegance and grace//
thats voicebox anatomically, keep up with my pace............

no1 replyin yet!

Bob_the_rascal

another verse....

ive jus registered and already im smackin it//
these chumps have no vocab they can't be hackin it//
they don't understand that the point of hiphop is not jus beats but lyrical//
i spit more metaphors and shakespeare be gettin physical//
sittin in my dorm cunjurin' magial moments of metamorphis a miracle//
chapter 1 of my suequel's prequel, judgement day a 2004 tical//
so i..
be perching on my throne gazing thru my monacle//
blazin hydro which breaks down my lungs into molecules//
i be ridiculing these activist comicals//
my breath is a poison chemical//
im medellin' with folders in my medical//
bob1 drops a another verse on my pedestool..........

e.k.s

hyyyytttt im have to turn $$$$$--your really good, and i dont mc thought u might be a repeat of the lil boy still waiting to return, what was hes name again .shyt some1 help me out--ohh yeahhh razorrrr

G RyMe

go 2 sl bob no 1 has it on here...

www.$$$$$$$$$$.com

Bob_the_rascal

sl?

G RyMe

s t a y l o c k e d

Bob_the_rascal

safe. do u mc? e.k.s whre u at? battlin' me?

e.k.s

No i dont Mc --but i will give it a go. Just dont make me look to much like a pooosayyyyy

Bob_the_rascal

safe e.k.s u look buff in ur pic if thats any consolation

e.k.s

ty

Bob_the_rascal

u layin down sum lyrics den eks?

e.k.s

Yo bob it aint muh style to hit u wit builder joke, ill just sit here and try to provoke


lil boy u cant hack muh shyt
your small time hun get on your back n take it like a $$$$$.

u chattin bubbles, breakin nuts n shyt, why waste time youll only be placed back in tha line ..when im showin you tha $$$$ you sign..

sooooryyyyy go easy on me

Bob_the_rascal

yo e.k.s there is only one side to the story//
bob1 be spittin continously like jackanory//
my counterparts be shocked by my rymes, they 2 gory//
ill be jumpin for joy in all my glory//
so as much as i want to get into ur knickers//
as soon as you see me the light flickers//
exploring a different culture expediton//
dragging you bandaged up in an awkward position//
the mission, i have to resuscitate//
cos ive knocked you out with a rhyme slate//
who knows? if you wake ill be ur best mate?//
ill slip inside you and twist, shake and girate!

listen...
e.k.s wen u see me ill make you flow cream like a fountain//
wen i be breathin on u, u gasp for air like ure on a mountain//
ill be slippin inside to pass time but ure countin//
so jus be on top buckle up and start bouncin............

safe e.k.s hit bak girl......

e.k.s

shyt im all now

Bob_the_rascal

hey e.k.s don't be blushin' and hidin ur face away//
you know i bob1 be runni thru ur mind all day//
so this passion you share with me for my rhymin//
jus don't fake orgasms in bed with me and be like "i weren't mimin"//
the kindess that i offer to ladies seeking my affection//
th resurection of bob the love god, sends them high in a direction//
the stimulation is my profound blessing for the ladies//
they can't enuff of my love-roarin mercedes//
the freaky parts is wen they askin for babies//
i run from the rabies and sip down bacardi and j'd's!

e.k.s

listen lil bwoy i need a man who aint into no short slot sessions, come hea rascal lemme teach you a lesson.

As much as you would wanna hit this $$$$$, it aint up for discussion. My mans at home he'd be ready to start cussin,
One drop kick in your head--now that dont sound to bright.
come a lil closer let me see if you got dealt with!!!I'll turn out the light

Bob_the_rascal

first off im a rascal and you can teach me a lesson any day//
how about a nurse's outfit by the fire? i offer good pay//
second i don't wanna hit you ur face is 2 nice//
especially when it's covered in my lyrical ice//
if ur mans about i suggest you drop-kick him out//
cos ure droppin ure jaw on my c*ck, i fink i'll pass out//
so when we be turnin the lights off, u shuld get closer//
the most satisfying fact is that ure on a orgasmic rollercoaster//
now how do i boast about how im dealing wit you?//
oh yeah no beating but a nice long screw.....