[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 fuck 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 fuck with me

In your cup of tea

I'll spin you on your fucking 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...

Fuck Bliz, I'm a better competitor

You little young twat, I'm ten steps ahead of you

Your bird's a slut always after the Roger, like Federer

Yeah, that wasn't very good

...And fucking ending you (yeah I fucked that up didn't I you little bell-end)

Yeah, yeah, fuck Blizzard

If it came to a scrap, I'd give him a slap

Cos no one gives a fuck - 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, fucking, that's queer

You don't live that fucking fantasy you're about as scouse as Tranmere

And you can suck my fucking sack if you ever say this stuff is wack

Your bird's got a fucking 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 fucking kill you with ease

And every day you go out to the Brookhouse you kill yourself with Es

I rep Manchester, you can boo me right now

Fuck it, boo me, I'm from Manchester, sue me

I don't care,I'll just kill 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 fuck you Oshea

You rep Dick Limerick

You silly prick

What the fuck is a Dick Limerick?

It's like some poetry out of your dick

That's some pretty ridicky shit

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

Fuck it, time

[Round 2: Oshea]

ListenI fucking 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 fucking 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

Fuck 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 fuck 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

Shit, 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 slut and I hate your Dad

[Round 2: Blizzard]

I'm an amazing battler, with crazy character

Passion 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 fucking 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 fuck 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 shit have you got?

Trying to rap to me, you just look like you're doing a dance routine

To some fucking wack jazzy beats, like 'Look at me, I'm mad as can be'

Stop taking coke, it's fucking 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 fucked in your mind

That didn't work did it? That didn't really work

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[Round 3: Oshea]

Listen, you're rhyming gay, I'll knock you the fuck out

Stop calling the Brookhouse the Brookie, you little fucking... 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 fucking 5ive on it

Every stage I'm on I rock it

And people after this battle are gonna say it's fucking murder one

Cos he got all up in my grill, and I just fucking turned it on

You'll get burned like Meatloaf

Cos your fucking 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 shit, 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 fucking shithouses 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 fuck with me, I've got the sicker flow

You can't fuck with me, expensive giggolo

Yeah I'm freestyling

Couldn't be silent

Fuck 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 fuck 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

Fuck 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 fucking homeless guy

Every time you see me rap you want to moan and cry

That's fucking sad, just cry right now, just do it

[Oshea: I'm not gonna cry]

And he's not gonna cry, oh how embarrassed 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 fuck 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 fuck's at home now? [Jumps into crowd]

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