Sexual Intellectual Vs DVOS

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Video of my Christmas Battle. This was filmed over a year ago
Sexual Intellectual Vs DVOS (Devious)
By The way, I have to go by FunkyAss because my stage name
"The Sexual Intellectual" is over Rappad's character limit
 
Round 1
You a dancer and a prancer but I be Blitzen
I'm a slick romancer, Cupid to a vixen.
Dashin like a comet when I start to rhyme
I'll wax your ass like Rudolph and make your red nose shine
I'm Makin a list but I ain't checkin it twice
Cuz I don't really give a damn if your naughty or nice
I'm a put some fat coals in your stockin
Light you up like a Christmas tree and your ass walkin
I get ill with rookies,
Slide down the chemny and bag up all their milk and cookies
Or maybe I'll be pickin the locks
So I can give your mom her favorite present....
My dick in a box
She dropped her draws like misses Clause
Jumped on my dick and rang my jingle balls
So everybody knew that Santa was cummin
We made more noise than twelve drummers drummin
11 pipers pipin, 10 Lords a leapin.
It's Christmas Eve, Your little ass should be sleepin
You ain't fuckin with Jolly Old St Nicholas
I'll steal the show faster than the Grinch Stole Christmas
I'm Colder than a witches tit
I'll flatten you out, and you'll be lookin like your bitches tits
You know I'm slammin fools
They got towns in California named after the way that Santa Cruise
Damage you from here to Baton Rouge.
If rap was Christmas, I'd be Ebeneezer Scrooge
Grow out my old geezer's pubes, Skeezer's Boobs
See how many MCs'll Lose.
I'll give your parents a record by C.L. Smooth
So after the battle, They can Remissness Over You
Then I'm grabbin my Bag O' Goodies
I'm takin off like Buzz Lightyear.
I'll leave you stuck with a Woodie.
 
Round 2
You The Backstreet Boy's Backstreet Boy
My rap Destroys wack decoy's that can't B-Boy
Young MC, I think you better "Bust A Move"
Show and prove. Come to the battle when you grow some pubes
Your voice has no bass in the EQ
You sound like a pubesent Pikachu
Chargin up! Playing Peak A Boo
When I speak, the speaker blew
My Voice is the Deep Blue Sea
You drown when I speak to you
Young Link, I'm The Great Deku Tree
I schooled up Koriki Fools
Last battle, you were braggin about gassin The Jews
If you friends told that was dope, they were gassin you
We know you rarely win, you don't want men to marry men
unless you marryin' an Aryan
You wanna hail Hitler and email pictures
of male strippers who use nail clippers
and have swastika tattoos...
Like Nazi Erotica is not taboo
I got bad news..You don't have the Chutzpah
I'm the Rabbi, and this is your Bat Mitzvah
It's not a battle, it's a coming of age
I'm gonna circumcise you and send you running off stage!
Squeeze my "Chrono Trigger", Blast you to "A Land Before Time"
You'll still be a man with no rhymes
If you want the title you can battle me
but if you even dream about it, it'l be your "Final Fantasy"
I get down like a Phoenix, you a soft square,
riding dragons on a quest for the Enix
I'll remove your lame disguise, and wipe my ass
with your corny little suite and tie.
 
Round 3.
I'll analyze your brain with a microscope, a
quantum computer on a gyroscope
Rotate your electrons and stimulate your membranes
before I fly your head like it's a fuckin airplane
You complain and talk often
in bed, your girl calls me Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson
We an the train to Wisconsin,
She said you had a limp dick and the brain of a small possum
When I was tearin vocals,
you lickin the five dollar foot long of Jerrod Fogle
I ain't scared of no locals
my flow switch Istanbul to Constantinople
I can't stand your vocals
I was listening to Big Daddy Kane...
Before your big daddy came
I'm Braggadocio, that means I brag and boast with flows
Docey doe with some hoes at the grocery stoe
my dick grows like the nose of pinocchio
I get more pissedthan Honda,
Give you the "TKO from Tokyo"
You a gibrony bro with a bony nose
and balony toes and some corny shows pet rocks and horny toads.
Your nerdy ass makes Steve Ircle look like Romeo
Your mom looks like Rosy O'Donald, Fuck Trump
I'll leave him in my trunk where the funk bumps
The dopest vocalist, My funk, fatter than Oprah shit
You can't cope with this Democratic Socialist.
I make you feel the bern...You might just melt
I hit the pool and the bong like Micheal Phelps
When you cry for help, I might go out for self
Whip your ass in the battle with the champion belt
You look like a Douche Bag,
your no match for my well Shaped curves
Your not Devious, you're nomrally distributed
Look at them bell shaped curves.

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