If you’re strong like a football team, how come there’s one of you?
That’s like pitting against the L.A. Clippers " they’d be stompin’ you!
The front liners would run at you, the quarterbacks would be shunnin’ you
And you’d spend the next half hour lookin’ for your runnin’ shoes
See, rhymin’ “sergeant” with “urgent” wouldn’t work - it couldn’t work!
Every day, there’s a recombinant resurgence of useless turks
Comin’ together to form a group of stupid jerks
And especially ones that swear once too, too much
Which all boils down to just one thing: dude, you suck!
Obscene language nowadays is your forté
Go to the club, pull a bitch, talk **** and get some foreplay
Frank Sinatra did it his way, you wanna do it your way
But confrontin’ me about it, you’re just goin’ the wrong way
You endlessly talk about what you did and make a big issue
Smoke drugs, run from the cops, blaze a big pistol
Rape a bitch, get her pregnant and name the kid “Crystal”
Well, I say you should go home and take your dick with you
Erm .... you say I don’t own this “PC”? This guy’s fuckin’ borin’
It’s a Dell laptop, and I paid 500 for it
So don’t tell me I’m cheap, I think I’m worth quite a lot
You make jokes of my username and smirkin’ a lot
I don’t even need a key to get this whole world on lock
The only time I **** up is when your girl is on top
I’ll take your platinum rhymes and turn ‘em into flops
I work the type of magic that would make Merlin go pop
Yeah, I think you know what it’s time for
Time for me to crap all over you in rhyme form
This is not a case of FreeAgent versus Sick
It’s a rap battle: FreeAgent versus Dick
You name yourself “stylekid” ‘cause you claim to come with finesse
Your grammar is atrocious; you’ve just come with a mess
I just killed you, I haven’t slaughtered yet
Quite frankly, you’ve just stirred up the hornet’s nest
You can spit your swear words until you’re blue in the face
While I’m in my BMW with your girl shootin’ goo on her face
So I’m a pain in the ass? Your haemorrhoids are flarin’ up
Like a cancer disease tearin’ this boy’s parents up
Either I’m a Turk or a Sanchez?
I can’t be both Turkish and Spanish
I perfect the language so this jerk understands it
Start a war that would make this jerk go to the mattress
Work the magic on this fool, hopin’ he’ll vanish
Put a spell on this ************ and hope he gets banished
You wanna call me “pussy”, when I hop off of the tree
Better hope I don’t scratch you, or you’ll be runnin’ off with the fleas
If I was Barack Obama, you know what I’d do?
I’d make a change of my own and get rid of you!