Originally Posted by King Solo vs. Chrit

Check it,
Kill me. . make me a ghost, buster. ‘Coz I mean, ya know.. damn
I’m gonna have to be ^………….^ one of them. .
. .if I hope to destroy the Stay Puft Marshmellow Man!
I won’t hold back when I give you a fatherly beating here. .
So the only belt you’ll be taking is the one I thrash across ya rear!
I’ve got this locked up. . its easy when I bust a flow. .
Cause ure verse has so many flaws. .
. .it’d make the empire state building look like a bungalow!
Kid’s known to pic battle. . but I’ll keep it to textin’ rough
Cause I ain’t gotta post pics of Chrit to win – his verses are ugly enough.
The win is mine dick. . I’m known to grab cats, stomp ‘n’ hit ‘em
And you come under par so consistently. .
. .you could own practically every golfing competition!
I’m a phenom, like the Undertaker. . and I’m known to bring the hurt
So I’ll kill you, set up the tombstone – then pile-drive ya body into the dirt!
This kid needs telling he’s gettin’ a beating. . ya see his memories thin
So someone just give Chrit a call. .
. .and let him know that’s the condition I’ll be leaving him in.
Ya don’t deserve to be in this league. . so I’ll keep this rippin’ quick foo. .
But I am hopin’ that you go all out. .
. .and fucking take ya wack dissin’ with you!
You’re gettin’ beaten and battered g. . this’ll be an amazing bout to see
Cause I’ll be droppin’ you in such a quick time player. .
. . even Apple will come vote for me.
Look, Chrit’s a big fan of TV. . so fuck this battle then. .
I’ll admit, you was gonna take the W, B – until it merged with UPN.
You got an untouched record. . but I still won’t give you long to live
So you can shout ure win count all you want. .
. . and I’ll show you the golf club I’ll beat you with.
I’m hittin’ you with a frogsplash. . ‘n’ this ain’t even my wrestlin’ match slim
But you can still call me Superfly. . the way I just Snuka move in!
I ain’t statin’ that I’m the best. . I’m just showin’ folk who’s the worse. .
And in the end, you’ll be gettin’ served by NF. .
. .cause that’s just how voters’ll be gradin’ ya verse!
I’m known to bloody up the joint. . so Chrit could be about to get whipped
And this battle’ll could get violent like a Japanese cartoon. .
. .anime just GET HIS ASS KICKED!
Dude ure thick. . and my styles confusing when I rip it. .
So I’ll be leaving you stumped – without even playing cricket.
God-Like… yea right, girls don’t fuck with this head. .
Cause his 2nd coming. . is the fucking longest he’s lasted in bed!
Wanna start beef with me. . well I guess I’ll be the bigger guy. .
And bury the hatchet right now – straight into ure fucking eye.
You’re a fucking homo, faggot. In ure sig’s where the facts are at
I know my proof may appear sketchy. .
. . but dude, YOU EVEN LOOK GAY IN THAT!!
I hate paedophiles. . so I guess I’ll keep the battering thin,
Cause I’d be more than happy to make C sore. .
. . but he’d get too excited about having kids ride him!
Yeh, I beat on the poor folk. . and I know you’re a beggar, hell. .
I’ve socked you so many times. .
. .I’m surprised ya ain’t asked me to shoe and clothe you as well.

Originally Posted by King Solo vs. Ysdat

"Open Field"

Ever since I could walk, I’ve only ever had one dream
To put on that Yankees jersey and be a part of the team
Just to walk with the players, and tell my kids I played with ‘em
And tell stories of how I hit a home run right outta the stadium
I knew it would be tough, but my desire was great indeed
Even as a youngster winning games in my Little League
Coming up to the plate, only a small crowd cheering my name
But it was enough to drive me further towards the big game

After school I’d rush home, my dad would already be waiting
Supporting me all the way, a star he knew he was creating
And then we moved, a new house that sat before open land
My dad worked every day to transform it to something grand
Eventually I saw the finished product, I didn’t make a sound
Standing speechless looking over my very own baseball ground
Perfectly designed, it even had its own stands for a crowd
The friends I made would come to play any time they were allowed

I grew up fast, but my love for baseball never vanished
As I went off to college, I’d still play as much as I could manage
I was the star hitter of my team, bigger crowds came to view
And you can imagine my glee, when coach told me……
……………”Yankees scouts are interested in you.”
The most important game of my life, it was time to impress
But my luck was away, as sadly I didn’t perform my best
Nevertheless, all wasn’t lost; the scouts still came approaching me
And I was shocked to discover, that they actually wanted me

Inside Yankee Stadium, the whole team all ready to practice
And the coach comes up to me and says, “I want you to have this.”
He handed me my jersey, I stood for an eternity beaming
In my head I was like an excited child, thinking, “I must be dreaming.”
I practiced hard, poured my heart out, and finally got my chance
Next game against the Red Sox, it was time for me to dance
The crowd was really buzzing, louder than I ever had heard
I was up to bat, I walked out after receiving coach’s final word

So hear I am, two feet planted firmly, the bat stuck in my hands
The crowd is in an uproar, Yankee cheers echo through the stands
My hard work and desire, all leading to now, no time to yield
As finally, my dreams come true; I am playing in the Yankee’s open field.