The previous verses from the CD case thread, where our epic battle began.
SHO:
Alright here is a rap... about why I should get the CD case. Check dat shit.
Look at these cases all on the floor
Never gettin less always gettin more
Man what I would do to get something
To hold all this god damn CDS?
What's that Gamepro is giving some for free
HELL GO AHEAD SIGN ME UP FOR THREE
Then when I get CD's off the floor
I CAN GO WATCH HARDCORE LESBIAN PORN
BAM!
Banjo:
Listen to me SHO, that rap was truly weak.
It had about no flow, while my rhymes are sleek.
You are seriously lackin' some gunnin', thuggin' skills.
As evidenced by the above, an attempt that was pretty ill.
Now listen to me, and I can teach some styIe.
And then what you spit won't be quite as vile.
Just keep with the beat, don't ever stray.
Cause then, like sizzlor, you'll be thuper gay.
SHO:
You talk disses while I smack bitches
Got tons of bitches makin me sandwichs
You see I am a rapping Caucassian
And I am just waiting for the right occasion
You see you are scared to even see a glock
Cause you are afraid you might get popped
You see in a rap battle I'm Eminem and you Poppa Doc
Banjo:
Little boy here thinking he's got mad game.
The hoes he got are named, Dan and James.
And gay rapper is his claim to fame.
Thinking his words will land a hit,
His struggle is fruitless and his rhymes are shit.
He can try and seem smooth, even try and seem cool.
Sad truth is, Mr. Kentucky is country-fried fool.
SHO:
And you talk about bad lines
Yours are full of mad lies
Everyone from gamepro knows your full of shit
You are the only person giving your threads hits
No one cares about your posts
But I won't fill my raps with boasts
But you see after I rap you know you are cooked bread. Your toast
One ball two balls three balls four
What the hell your mouth seems ready for more
Look at my rhymes and you can tell I'm ready for more
So with your next rap you better settle the score.
Banjo:
Let me advise you this, the leader of cunts,
Take a gag suppressant, cause you're chokin on my nuts.
You're so full of yourself, obvious from your raps.
Yet one after another, you're denied by bitches' slaps.
Read that once, read that twice,
A year's gone by, cause you're slower than Siberian ice.
My rhymes be like fire, and you're gettin flamed.
I'm rippin on you like a tiger, and this beast ain't tamed.
I see you now, jaw on the floor.
You might as well leave bitch, cause I just hit you with the door.
