Wk/7] [NBL Heavyweight Championship] 1. sound (8-4) vs. 2. Blue Bayou (5-2) {Blue Bayou wins}

[Saint]

Blue Bayou:
this ain't a black. vs white thing but...

i'm just too dope...too high above to label this quitter as evil
not even in Martin Luther's wildest dreams would he consider us equal
lama's hype was futile.. talkin like u were somethin to fear
that tryna Pump it Up has just led u to a Slaughter like Budden's career
Sounds only wish? to get off.. forget bein ugly n' start bustin it loose
& you can be sure his pomegranite. since nobody else'd bother touching the fruit
serious.. if u mention a baby, a little one to thrill n console...
ur bitch'll be lookin for a Surrogate faster then Bruce Willis's role
& ballin? faggot u must be outcha damn mind
You couldn’t make six digits throwin up west coast hand signs
considered u after Clash but said nah this frontin guy's a lame..
in the end we knew u'd Shamus more then any fuckin Irish name
cuz hurt me? ha we know ur just a guy who's a geek writer..
that couldn't have Blue in the palm of his hands using Ryu in Street Fighter
moms even let me crash at ya crib. "it ain'e a bother cousin"
sayin "it's no problem the couch pulls out....but sadly his father doesn't"
it's a landslide. no doubt i won there's no pride in his face
there's 'no bones about it'...like a story from Sound describin his date
now ur dead. remembered only as another whack with clout
so if there's a mention to vulture shit it's cuz they've already eatin & crapped you out

Sound:

i know you're a fraud, cause..

Ya boy Cane cheated to win, none of ya crew votes proper
but if you plan to take this W you better be John, Muffy.. fuck it, ya whole roster!
i see through his fake bluff, he ain't tough or sorta hard
for God's sake, this faggot named himself after Dixie Landin's water park
Ya wife love my dick game it's outstanding and great
that bitch got my parents jealous when they think about the Sound that she makes
txt ain't ya career. i wouldn't lie, but i swear to ya
short bar to long bar!? you gotta better chance bein a cellphone carrier
at the top and i'm resting, you can't savage, don't try it brother
i'ma toss Blue to the bottom of the ranks and win this match with flying colors
i've devoured most ya crew, none of em' worth a shit
after i finish smoking you, DOHpe's gonna change their name to Perfect Fix
you ain't faced anyone worthy, you're opponents were all basic
last week you slid by a rusty Blade - and now you're in an alcohol basin
pedophile. i got advice and this shit will floor you
chill with tellin kids nursery rhymes, just stay away from the Little Boy, Blue!
ya entire style is off, no punches, Ya know ya burned
plus ya structure is so-long it's safe to say it's on the point of no return
you ain't entertaining us, shit i'm buryin this chump
face it no one gets a kick outta ya verses - homie we barely get a punch