Post by Teddy Geisel on Nov 4, 2018 22:51:43 GMT -5
(Teddy Geisel is on the phone just before he dips into his studio to record his Clash freestyle.)
Teddy: No problem Luke, makes total sense. I’ll see you both at Heathrow.
(Teddy enters the recording booth and puts on the headphones.)
This week, I deal with pretender shit
As I seal my number one contender ship.
I expect most of you to surrender quick
Cause my skillset is large like Fassbender’s dick
Super Spicy your match will end soon
You're not a wrestler you’re a stupid cocky goon
Got you limpin with black eyes like a wounded Rocky Racoon
I’ll knock you out both morning and afternoon.
If you wake up, you’ll ask if it’s November or is it June
Your head still ringing like an old western spittoon
You're just another investment for this ass kicking tycoon
Now you’re resting on the mat looking up at the moon.
This wave is cresting, call me Teddy Typhoon.
I’ll be arresting all skilless buffoons
I’m suggesting to loss I’m immune
You heard the two and knew the three would come soon.
It did and your chance to win just got ruined.
Edwards comma Preston, I love to mock you, you British twit
Personal fuckin question, do you have a little cock or is that a big clit?
King of the Cruiserweights? Maybe queen of it.
Yo that’s what a loser states, and he knows he don’t mean that shit
This is 201 and Fun and you aint fit
To hold the crown or even compete for it.
I’ll knock you out, wake you up and make you resubmit.
You bit off more than you can chew, so you have to spit
Out some of it so you can blab a bit
But what you say is false, that makes you counterfeit.
And you talk like you're a badass, more like a hypocrite
I’ll knock you out on Monday, and then won’t have to hear your shit.
It’s your turn Mr. Quixote
There is a chance at Clash I beat your ass all day
Your old man is from Italy, well what do I say?
I’ve heard stories, so it’s all hearsay
But I’m told Italian fathers like away games of stroke play
He works you til you’ve got good wood and then says happy Arbor Day!
That’s cool if that’s how you and your old man play
At Clash, Papa will watch the destruction of his protégé.
If he’s smart, he will quickly just run away
And live to fight another day.
Get in the ring to help, and I think he may
Be writing a check that his ass can’t pay
Vasillis Knight this comes down to you and me
That’s how this match is bound to be
You’ve worn the gold, but remember last week
You got in the ring with me, and you got beat
You're a mess that I’ll clean because I keep my shit neat
I kick your ass beyond the curb, all the way to the street
You're a Steak-Umm bitch, I‘m the prized cut of meat.
I’m blue ribbons all around and you can’t compete
Everything about me is better from my head to my feet
I’m a goose down bitch, you're a blanket for skeet
I’m guaranteeing a win, fuck sending out a tweet.
I write it in stone, then cast it in concrete
So it’s over for you four bitches
I’ll win then collect my riches
And go take care of some serious bidness
Jaice Wilds and his fans will witness
What it means to be on my shit list
And it must be hard for you admit this
Look at that belt and know Teddy’s coming to get this
It aint about your mental or physical fitness
I’ll fold you up like a gymnast
Then go celebrate with a tall Guinesss, and a tall gymnast
My plans to get to the top are ambitious
My behavior to get there is malicious
I prey, because I’m a predator, not religious
I’ll beat you because I’m better, not the biggest
I survive because it’s survival of the fittest.