02-03-2009, 12:14 PM
I've just been resurrected by Leeman, so it's time for battle...
Oli-dogg’s back in two thousand and nine
My absence a crime, I was frozen in time
Online with a rhyme, this could be my comeback
Step back little bitches, let go of my nut-sack
I’ve been there and done-that, sit back and observe
I’ll destroy you in a battle, get dropped like a turd
Ask ntype or Bird, who I used to slap daily
No if, buts or maybe, they both want my baby
Where’s blueeyed-lady? She’ll tell you the facts
All retards get slapped, when Oli-dogg raps
I'd pick up my pad, and sit down with a pencil
But I rap online so that wouldn’t make sense-to…
Tear up the paper, snap the pencil in half
When I type on the keyboard my fingers kick-ass
My keystyle’s so fast, I don’t freestyle I charge$$$
Pay up you re-tards, Oli-dogg’s crazy-large!
I accept VISA cards, a rap assassin for hire
For the higher buyer, I’ll conspire and spit fire
Do you have a desire, to see someone run?
If so I’m the one, with my lyrical gun
I torture and slaughter, with killer rap poems
Watch me stoop to new lows, like my name was Dow Jones
They won’t see me coming, “Who hit me, where was-he?”
It’s Oli-dogg bitches, the stealth-like rap Aussie
I don’t need a posse, I slap bitches solo
Get smacked if you’re a retard, dirty ho or a homo
I'll battle rap slow-mo, and still be too quick
Step up little bitches, who’s next for a hit!?
Oli-dogg’s back in two thousand and nine
My absence a crime, I was frozen in time
Online with a rhyme, this could be my comeback
Step back little bitches, let go of my nut-sack
I’ve been there and done-that, sit back and observe
I’ll destroy you in a battle, get dropped like a turd
Ask ntype or Bird, who I used to slap daily
No if, buts or maybe, they both want my baby
Where’s blueeyed-lady? She’ll tell you the facts
All retards get slapped, when Oli-dogg raps
I'd pick up my pad, and sit down with a pencil
But I rap online so that wouldn’t make sense-to…
Tear up the paper, snap the pencil in half
When I type on the keyboard my fingers kick-ass
My keystyle’s so fast, I don’t freestyle I charge$$$
Pay up you re-tards, Oli-dogg’s crazy-large!
I accept VISA cards, a rap assassin for hire
For the higher buyer, I’ll conspire and spit fire
Do you have a desire, to see someone run?
If so I’m the one, with my lyrical gun
I torture and slaughter, with killer rap poems
Watch me stoop to new lows, like my name was Dow Jones
They won’t see me coming, “Who hit me, where was-he?”
It’s Oli-dogg bitches, the stealth-like rap Aussie
I don’t need a posse, I slap bitches solo
Get smacked if you’re a retard, dirty ho or a homo
I'll battle rap slow-mo, and still be too quick
Step up little bitches, who’s next for a hit!?
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I'm a rap battle assassin, send me a PM
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TomFoolery Wrote:I've got tears in my eyes. Your shit is straight money. Thanks for fucking with those bitches dood.
Blueeyedwoman Wrote:He's a battle rapper. Straight cash. He'll ruin you.
Raiden Wrote:This limey convict is $$$.

