Rap battle: Jalen (Waldo (me)) vs. Kylee (The Hoagy)
Legal Terms of Lyrical Skills:
Warning: Contains Explicit Material; For Mature audience only
Verses were sent/recieved via text and are not in a specific order. Also, these Lyrics were done with little thinking time so don’t judge. This was done purely out of fun and randomness. None of the Lyrics potray our personality nor characteristics.
Don’t steal this stuff because we tried really hard and that’ll piss me off. :)
WALDO:
When you see me,
Ya betta fuckin flee
Cuz when i catch you,
You’ll be eatin my G.
He’s a 32 revolver:
Problem solver
The second amendment
Is about to dissolve ya.
Girl you lookin fine over there
Couldn’t resist ta stare
Smooth like ya afta shave
I betta behave
It’s good times ya save
But ill be fuckin till the grave
I say we keep throwin out the verses
And put em in da perses
I know what the thirst is
Its a thirst for a melody burst
You’s a sly homie,
Stealin rhymes homie
Peelin limes homie,
Stealin words is like stealin dimes from-me
That’s playgarism…
So i got work to do
Painting white on white
It’s like polishin poop.
Damn it just aint right.
They can’t outlast me
Shit, ill pass thee
Swipe-ya-off-ya feet,
Fucka Im too fast, G!
HOAGY:
Bang bang bang
Shes in love with kisses
Mane she got a tongue ring
Nose ring n belly ring
And i know its BOOTY call
Evarytime da celly ring
Nukka if you wanna fight
We’ll take this shit to the side
First lemme drank all dranks
Get dranks get tanked
Then ill thank all the bitches n hoes
For the dancin in them partyin clothes
So lets go…
You say your giant 32 revolverrr
Will cock me back and blow brains fo paperrr
Well guess what, mane,
Your shitty silver great dane
Is fuckin nothin but a joke
Does nothin but choke
I kick back like im firin’ bullets
Knuckleheads with mullets
They be checkin my swag
And smokin’ my fag.
Nigga imma stay fresh till death
Bustin out rhymes
You got a problem?
Ma nukkas say “Ay yo what’s the spoof?”
I say i got shot can’t cha see the proof?
No superman so no bulletproof
Wounder if that Stevie dude
Cant see the proof
I came back ta do
What im bout to say
Back in the day in the streets.
Talkin bout the big cities,
Detroit with its industries.
Nukka’s aint got shit on me
I am mean: freak nasty,
I smoke the green while the niggas fly past me
Whats with all the cime?
Many doin life time
while im drinkin Bud lime
Till the end of time
I spit that shit
Till you drop no rhyme
Acid is drastic. paper or plastic
I really don’t care
Hittin acid like a fuckin snare
Don’t trip this shits for real
Unlike yo breasts now lets wheel n deal
Or imma convict with out regrets
Without cocaine or mary jane
Its just another day wasted everything
Looks so plain you belong to the game?
Well muthafucka i run that as well
Like a day in hell…
Betta make like a turtle and hide in a shell
I’m the Hoagy…
I’m far from average
Done lots of damage
I rock, I roll, so why you trife’s bitchin?
I got more records then the rolling stones
Step back before i rob the throne
Shits on the rise ‘tractin flies
The family despise me, denies me,
I fuck em and feed em, and don’t need em
I wont join them fuck i cant beat em
They don’t see my logic, tragic,
They think im fake magic
From my ghet to ma money,
I overlook my fuckin Honey…
