11. BFG Division

Mick Gordon

Score: 84
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Played: 272

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Industrial metal
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[Round 1: Rugged] Yo, I'm only doin' this battle for my O-Zone and Tampa fans And good battle against Complex See white boy might've got love from New York but down here Real doesn't stand a chance Ayo, bitch you battled like seven times and you're still sloppy I bet if you was an R&B singer your name would be Neo...Nazi So how the fuck are you a true tough rhymer? Bitch with that image I'm guessin' your mom worked at a crouped up diner Fell in love with a school bus driver and your birth inspired him to lead a Klu Klux tribal Ayo and let's be honest pimpin' I been to Pittsburgh, there ain't nothin' there but potholes and Amish bitches Ayo but we gotta give it up to the Steelers cause they've had some known legends Matter of fact you've got a lot in common with Jerome Bettis Cause ain't no one heart shit from either one of you since '07 Ayo listen, but even if your city was known for high crime and holdin' chrome What the fuck are you gonna do? A drive-by in your mobile home? Yo I'm too gritty for this fake and beside from Philly I'm pretty sure Home Depot's the next biggest city in your state Bitch I'll easily crush your tactics because yo suck at rappin' And you may look like Mark Wahlberg but you have is brother Donnie's fuckin' swagger And the personality of a Public's bagger [Round 1: Real Deal] I'll embarrass this bitch and your terrorist clique Nobody's duckin' you faggot, they're not aware you exist Storm's on another level, Collide said you're not worth the time Madness battled a crackhead instead of you, shit that's gotta hurt your pride See G-Money is at least funny, Phrases theatrics are hype as fuck Farnum ain't even old enough to drink and he's got twice your buzz And me? I've got a more impressive repertoire Better bars, better themes, let's not even talk about how terrible your set ups are Get some stars, earn some stripes, notably some views dude Then you wouldn't be such an opponent who's such a lose/lose See Everybody Knows forgot his lines, Childs was laughable and bummy Reverse went in reverse and he's past his prime at 20 So keep laughin' it up, Florida's lappin' you up I'll hit him with a punch that'll knock him off of Madness's nuts So fuck wit me pops, I'll I (Allah) let you get to know your lord You as Rugged as Roc, for me you just a steppin' stone to Storm [Round 2: Rugged] Welcome back to the O-Zone Trevor, but you know you done fell in the trap now See you call yourself the Working Man MC Well you're obviously not the family man MC, we all seen you put your mack down If you watch the Knowledge Medina vs Topr battle from the first to the last round You'll see this piece of shit grindin' up on Red Simpkins' sister all up in the background You stupid fuck, listen Then you tell everybody in Grind Time you gon' bag it in, you been callin' her "a skeezer" Bitch I'm 'bout to turn this from a battle to an episode of Cheaters But by all means playboy, do your thing I ain't hatin' on you Ayo, just thought you might wanna know this whole battle's been a setup Well, Red Simpkins is downstairs and he's waitin' on you Ayo now I may be comin' across like I'm a Real Deal hater But the truth of the matter is she never fucked with you cause she found out you had a wife and kid and that was the real deal breaker Ayo, so stick to fuckin' your own sister cause you're new to this lifestyle I asked this bitch if he got the new Redman he said, "Yeah, I'm chewin' it right now." And I bet your feet have mandle scars You can find him on his John Deere lawnmower cuttin' grass with Fresco on the handle bars So how the fuck are you Real with no skills? Bitch I'll stuff your random body parts in suit cases Pass 'em in the crowd and play Deal or No Deal I'm the Taliban's finest and you done pissed off the wrong soldier Now it's time for you to break out Cause I'll machete your fuckin' head off your shoulders and save Osama the trouble of puttin' another tape out Ayo so fuck this funny man cause I'm back on a mission And I'ma send this bitch empty handed back to Sonny Bam' To the bunny ranch you call a battle division [Round 2: Real Deal] Here comes your big shot Rug head, it's time to sink or swim You think I flew from Pittsburgh to get served by Squidward? Think again Stick to your terrorist plots and fuckin' sinister tactics Got his daughter pushin' her Big Wheel into buildings as practice [?] that's his government, that's what they call this lame at home He gets no bitches, no digits, ask his mom he spends all the day alone Tryin' to write rap, you need to quit; stop Last show this old ass bitch Roc, he tried to dance and keep us hip hop...and his hip popped You in a state to retire, ironically in a state or retirement But ain't done shit your whole career, just met the age requirement You got a wife and kid, a life to live, tryin' to make it out with music When a slum dog gets this old I take him out and shoot it You 30 plus? You been doin' this in the O for awhile But I think it's time to take it off your head and throw in the towel [Round 3: Rugged] Ayo listen Trevor, ayo I heard you teach for a livin' Well if you thought you was schoolin' me you got your mind tangled Beatin' me? You'd have a better chance teachin' a class of blind kids sign language...in my language! Bitch I'm back with a goddamn vengeance And I'ma celebrate this fuckin' victory with your head on my front grill like Dodge Ram emblem Ayo I'm sick in the mind see I'll have you pistol whipped with the nine piece til your lips and your mind leaks Show up at the hospital just to piss in your IV And I won't even finish him til I show him how the gun feel Ayo they'd have to wrap you in a body cast before they stuff you in a body bag, my definition of a done Deal I just begun to torture this fucker And I used to be a Muslim until I started porkin' your mother Now I'ma run laps around this bitch cause I'd be damned if I let Jeff Gordon win another You may be the man in Chicago, but bitch I'm like Jordan at the buzzer And you're the type of coward I'd ridicule And as long as you reppin' that midwest, I'ma stay ten steps and one hour ahead of you And just to prove your'e a failure, I'll wait for you to drop an album And on your release date I'll show up at your son's school and beat the shit out of you in front of his class on Career Day And when I'm done and finished provoking him, I'll wait for your son to beat up Cortez's Then I'll have my daughter step in to beat the shit out of both of 'em [Round 3: Real Deal] I thought you'd take that line about my son and have it twisted and altered Your daughter will serve him, that's what Middle Eastern bitches do in your culture Rugged went on the site Surgeon was on to start his life with a gay partner He's incredible on the skin flute, he's quite the snake charmer He likes long walks on hot coals, sports and athletic males You fit the script he'll lick your tip and swallow your sword on a bed of nails You faggot! Who said this ant eater can spit? I spew fire, I'll make Auschwitz how to spit camps team in a split Homie, you old as shit, somebody in the circuit needs to tell you the truth You'll never blow like Jonny even with the nose of Penelope Cruz Thought he was my taxi down at Grizzle And when the cab stalled I thought we was stuck but we wasn't Cause he popped the trunk and pulled a carpet out like, "We'll rug it." So fuck wit me chump bitch, I brought a goon that'll run to the trunk quick Give this Arab a MAC, fill him with twenty and pump six So you better find a cave to hide in and book for cover now Fuck President Bush I call my man Kap to hunt you down After that 9/11 shit, you thought I'd be shook to come around? When you flew that shit by Pennsylvania we took that motherfucker down!