Lyrical Gangstaz

Holla!

Alright, so Taha and I frequently talk via Gmail chat, right? We'll send random messages to each other and stuff. It's all very cute and hot at the same time. Well, today was an exceptional day. Taha randomly started to freestyle and soon enough, it ignited a lyrical battle of the ages...

Taha:
ha
love the word
from the turd who eats curd
and belongs to the tribe of the Kurds
only one word can curb
the rave that women crave which is known as the mean w the tight fade

Me:
lol ... go Taha, go Taha...

Taha:
he uses no blade
to get paid
he is the man w a plan

Me:
b/c he's dwayne wade?

Taha:
and he has all the fans eating out of his hands.
too bad can cant bang like vera wang
bc he is too busy

Me:
but we listen to the wu-tang

Taha:
listening to wu tang clan
while sippin on orange flavored TANG ready to sip on chai while he is so high (take it over imran...i just killed it...)

Me: lol...aite... he is high but the nigga aint ready to die
why?
because.....umm... uh...yeah...check it...

Taha:
fyi this has got to on the blog b4 we dIE!
looks like im a tru nig and all u are is a confedeate whig

Me:
Man you know I'll do that, or is that just a big fat lie?
LOL...confederate whig?? Nigga, I'll break you like twig
what?!

Taha:
one sec phn call but dont worry i be readt ball to haul ur arse and make u look like a farce
man u so whack like crack
u so phat
let me clear my throat

Me:
like a big ol kitty cat

Taha:
im a g.o.a.t

Me:
as long as you don't gloat or choke
baaaaaaaaa!

Taha:
(greatest of all time)

Me:
you done killed it keep it coming...

Taha:
i just filled it
like a jelly donut from (help me out)

Me:
Dunkin Donuts. Yo, brotha, you making these females go nuts!
Man, I know how you like 'em big ol butts

Taha:
lol go immy go immy
do that dooky booty shuffle
and keep that hustle
and never tussle

Me:
you my dog like a mut

Taha:
u smell like smut

Me:
oh hell no...dang

Taha:
from king tuts butt

Me:
man, you still drinking that spiked orange tang?

Taha:
yo yo dont bust ur nut
naw dawg im sippin on pakola like lee iokoka

Me:
Man, you one big ol pizza hut.
You got extra pepperoni, but you still my homie

Taha:
yo i gotta bust on u ....u stuck on me like glue and smell like poo
ooooo oooo oooo!

Me:
daaaanng!
alright...now check this because this is when i begin to wreck this nigga,
why you tryin to test this?

Taha:
check yo self b4 u wreck yo self

Me:
why you stealin lines now?
Go eat some curry with plow (sp)
my lyrics are like "oh wow"

Taha:
how u gonna bring food
u one fat ass dude
we be fastin

Me:
LOL...true

Taha:
u be thugin
and always looking for some lovin

Me:
and you be clubbin
from your cousin

Taha:
i be beat boxin
while u be breakin lookin like a fake
old rake
haha

Me:
who me a rake? and fake?
please, why don't you jump in the friggen lake?
for goodness sake
and never forget to eat your Frosted Flakes

Taha:
why bc theyre greeeeaaaaattttttt
show em ur a tiger show em what u can do OH i forgot who i was talking to
yea im talking about u

Me:
ooohh!

Taha:
19 yrs going and we still aint knowin when u gonna be blowin
19 = 10

Me:
oh hell no.
this broke fool messed up on our 10 year anniversary.
Man, why you tryin to make me your adversary?

Taha:
aint no sweat u like a locked in bet....im ready to rock on on the block ....the mouse ran up the clock
his name was imran from clinphone and now im gonna send him home
what ya got

Me:
[no response was given at this point]

Taha:
what u tryin to hate by takin a break
man u i knew u was fake
yo u bulbus
like hassan said
ur name aint fred
ur rhymes are weak like that geek
fred rogers

Me:
man, you made me nearly speechless. But then I remembered that you're that fool from My Next Trade but you ain't never quite make my grade...at least not with your whacked out fade.....yeah...and I'm talkin about your hair and your game...man, everything about you is so lame.

Taha:
oooooooh snap
u talking about my fade
lol...yo i aint tryin to hate but i need a break ....my rhymes are worth more than ur time which is valued at a dime....do the math...u talk crap...and eat flapjacks
all by urself ...go to jenny and get some help

Me:
oh damn
well, now check this...

Taha:
what u waiting for mic check 1...2 , 3, and 4...
what u on ur knees like a #$%!

Me:
[whoa there, buddy...let's not get graphic...it's Ramadan]

Taha:
i wil be graphic if u cant handle it
then u need to quit it
b4 u get punked out like your fade

Me:
wait...meeting...time can be so fleeting...but I'll be back...to teach you why I have this rhyming knack

Taha:
tizight

And that was the end of that one hour going back-n-forth rap tirade. If you didn't get any of this, then you're obviously not gangsta-inclined or from the streets like T-Money and Pac Daddy are.

Watch out Jin, MC Juice, Biggie, Eminem, etc...

Holla back, ya'all!