Don't Flop - Oshea vs Blizzard [24HRS PREP] (Round One) [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[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

[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