Shadowboxing (OATS DISS)

I’m hot as toast, you’re just lukewarm and sloppy though
I eat rappers like you for breakfast. You’re porridge, Oats.
You’re not as cold, just white as how you take your coffee bro
…because you sure ain’t Black. I’ve got it though, you wanna roast.
I log on, post and then bounce, and every one’s constant dope.
I’m the man on fire. You just stop, drop and roll.
Torch you all you knew. You were the second tiers best
but what is oats to the GOAT’s, besides getting G-checked.
You have never been anything but a many year vet
w/ semi-clean record, I carry more bodies than a centipedes legs.
Put our legacies next to each other. You’re perennial runner up
The best of the up and comers …all left ‘cause you fucking sucked.
You’ve never been good for nothing. This irrelevant chump is done
Elevator keep pressing to push my buttons, we get it your numbers up.
Let’s settle this one on one — You’re a lying jerk off
tryna convince MMA heads you’re a real writer? Sherdog.
You type a fair lot, but that’s it. Noone cares for the actual blog
you throw shade and I’m coming out swinging, lets shadow box…


@oats

This seems a bit like foreplay. Foreplay. Foreplay.

You going for oat, i'll go at your throat
Not saying he's the best...
But you can't spell GOAT without oat.

aight, fuck it, let me start...

Listen, I'm lit, you're just littering..
See how I handed you so many l's in just the first line?
Cause you're a loser writer - you really put the l into literature
That's why when you see this, you'll literally
Be at a loss for words
So, i'll have you fighting for life
You'll start to wonder
'Why am I fighting for life, when death is the victor?'
The heaviest spitter, my bars are dense
As the pictures conjured up in the mind's eye
At the end of the New Testament scriptures
All who read this - unless they're your friends - will commend me as winner
Not to condemn you - I don't contemn you - but you're a rat, an unregenerate sinner
I've reached the seventh heaven,
I've got time to waste, so I don't mind taking a minute
I've already crossed the line, waiting for other racers to finish
Can't you tell I'm a viking, with scandanavian lineage?
We don't need data, statistics...to see that your odds' low
I've finnish-ed...you're laggin' behind, somewhere, in the region of Oslo
Rather, you're more nearer to Stockholm
You need to take stock, holmes... cross the t's and then dot I's
Stop chatting shyt ... on here, you ain't even the boss, mynd..
If I see red, I won't apply brakes..i'd rather veer into stop signs
Bow down, in a prostrate position... or not..
Either way Olive, you on your knees... she's getting freaky with Popeye
I'll tell you whose the best on this site
I'll let you into a secret...it is.....nevermind!
Compared to your medieval era,
People say the 21st century, is the better time...
But I'm a caveman, bitch...so all I've got is spears for you..
They'll hit the target... you'll never see a spear miss
Unless Britney Spears misses Federline
But I doubt that, and i'll doubt that you'll ever bounce back
Without the best raps to support you...
Just leave, bitch...this, site I mean... you have no friends
Not even a USB stick, would sup-port you..

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Originally Posted by QuantumCaveman

I'm not quoting any of this

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No. No. No.

No.

You don't go into someones open mic, particularly one specifically addressed to someone else who is not you and do... well, what you did.
@Baron Mynd , you may bop this fellow over the nose with a rolled up newspaper and put one of your purses up his butt.