Badboyz (4-1-2) Magnums (6-1)

Game of the week, #1 vs #4. Badboyz need this win to stay in the A playoffs hunt. Those two ties could come back to haunt them. Magnum needs this win to stay #1. A loss could send them down to as low at #5 spot. This should be a great game. Game of the week in the west

If I got to choose a div. I got to choose the East
I play out there, so don`t go there
But that don`t mean a brotha can`t play in the West
See some nice players in the West, but
most are half azz playerz in the West, y`all  bama`s is a mess
Thinkin I should stop, givin Badboyz props
All I got is beef with those that violate the East
We shall annihilate thee
Case closed...the west is nothing but dirty hoes

106 and park that crap somewhere else

You got no motha f*cking team
That`s why I f*cked your team up
You`re fat mothsf*cker {Take Money}
West Side
Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}
You know who the realist is
playerz know we bring it to {Take Money}
(ha ha, that`s alright)

First off, f*ck CCR`s coach
And the team they claim
West side when we ride
Come equipped with game
You claim to be a player
But you suck in life  
We bust on Badboyz
Losers are f*ck for Life
Plus Slash tryin` to see me but weak
Hearts I rip
Grove and 7pt Spread are
Some mark a** b*tches
We keep on coming
While we running for your jewels
Steady gunning
Keep on busting at them fools
You know the rules
Hollywood go ask you homie
How I`ll leave you
cross your young a** up
See you in pieces
Now be deceased
Rejects,
Don`t f*ck around with real teams
Quick to snatch your ugly ass playerz, off the field
So f*ck peace
I`ll let them p*ssies know
It`s on for Life
Don`t let the west side
Ride the night (ha ha)
Bad Boys got murdered on Wax and kill
f*ck with me
And get your caps peeled
You know

{ah yo, yo, hold the f*ck up}

Get out the way yo
Get out the way yo
Wolves  just got dropped and
Triple Crown needs to get spanked right
For setting up traps
Because yall a play biter
Mags style taker
Andy, I`ll tell you to face, you ain`t nothing **** but a faker

so your jockin tupac and mixing in some teams names.
how awesome of you whitey.
I see you were smart though and kept my team out your mouth. wise choice.

why`s it gotta be a white guy?

CUZ IT SUX!

for the "white guy" comment. if u think it sux, then say it sux, leave that comment on the sidelines. grow up!!!!

Sorry but it was a " white guy" who wrote it. How do I know? Because I know which "white guy" wrote it lol. Case closed

(gun shots)

("F*ck TC")
What`s up n*ggas, ay yo, I know you ain`t talkin `bout me dog
You, what?
("F*ck TC")
You been on my d*ck n*gga, you love my style, nigga
("F*ck TC")


(I) **** with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "A League" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Brace yourself for the main event
Y`all impatiently waitin
It`s like an AIDS test, what`s the results?
Not positive, who`s the best? Mags, Caines and Union
Ain`t no best, East, West, North, South, flossed out, greedy
I embrace y`all with football
Blows up, no guts, foot race, Caines gone
How could Mags be garbage?
Union all up at your cartilege
Burn ya to the f*cking end zone, come outta my throne
I got this, locked since `09
I am the truest, name a player that I ain`t influenced
Gave y`all big plays but now I keep my eyes on the trouble
With 7pt Spread, keeping my name in their huddle
Check it

(I) **** with your soul like ether
(Will) Teach you the king you know you
(Not) "A League" across the belly
(Lose) I prove you lost already

Ay yo, pass me the weed, pour my ashes out on these n*ggas man (no doubt)
Ay, y`all ***g*ts, y`all kneel and kiss the f*ckin 3 ft. plastic FCFFL Championship trophy

I am a white guy callin him out for being white
ya bunch a cracker jack honkey bama redneck sheep screwers

Lmao!!! The best so far. Flag Football rap battle lol

all this rappin and no mention of Chaos? must be some literall and lyrical gangstas on that squizzle for shizzle my nizzle

You better check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cos I`m bad for your health, I come real stealth
Droppin bombs on ya team, f*ck Novacaine
Doin foul crime, I`m that nigga wit`cha Alpine
Sold it for a six-o, always let tricks know
And teams know, we goin to win the ship yo
No East player is a sucker, sittin in a House of Pain
And no I`m not the butler, I`ll cut ya (Uh!)
Headbutt ya, you say you can`t touch this
And I wouldn`t touch ya, in fact mothaf*ck ya
Here to let you know boy, oh boy
We make plays but don`t call us the DoughBoy
This ain`t no f*ckin motion picture
A guy or *****-a, I`ll get wit`cha
And hit ya, takin that yack to the neck
So you better run a check

West!! So come on and chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
West-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Yeah, come on and check yo self before you wreck yo self
 Cause Triple Crown are bad for your health

Chaos wanna step to Triple Crown and then they get played
Cause they b*tchmade pullin out b*tch playz
AK-47, assault rifle
Hold the fifty, Their nifty, pow!!
Hounds gotta new style, "WATCH OUT NOW!"

 So west chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Come on and check yo self before you wrickity-wreck yo self
So chickity-check yo self before you wreck yo self
Cause Chaos gettin big d*cks up their a** is bad for their health

slim!

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin`,
who gives a f**k about a punk-ass team from the west?
You`re gettin` ****ed real quick, 
and Cube`s d*ck, is smellin` like Dumbells sh*t.
Tried to tell you all a year ago,
but Will told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn`t stop you from gettin` ganked,
now let`s play big boy football
Tried to dis Dre, it wasn`t worth it
cuz Dre has a broomstick that fits  in y`all ass so perfect.
Cut my (hair) "HEAD" and I`ll cut them balls,
cuz I heard  the west LIKES givin` up them drawers.
Gang-banged by your coach, fellas,  We pimpin and gettin` money out your a**, like a mothaf*ckin` Ready Teller.
Givin` up the dollar bills,
now we got the Mags with a purse and high-heels.
So we don`t believe what yall say,
cuz Chaos are goin` out like (Kunte)"Kunta" Kinte,
but I got a whip for you Slash;
used to be my homey, now you act like you don`t know me.
It`s a case of divide-and-conquer,
cuz you let a fool break up my crew, gotta run and hide,
yellin` Badddbooyyzzz, but you watch from the sideline
So don`t front, Slash, cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10.
Broke as a mothaf*ckin` joke.
Let you on the scene to back up the (Verse) "FIRST" Team.
It ain`t my fault, one nigga got smart,
and they rippin` your a**h*le apart.
By takin` your green, oh yeah,
the Union does get f*cked with no vaseline.

"Tried to dis Dre, it wasn`t worth it
cuz Dre has a broomstick that fits  in y`all ass so perfect."

^^^ hahahahahahahah

West Coast, we runnin this flag ****
Magnums, we runnin this flag ****
Novacaine, we runnin this flag ****
Grove wants to get his *** licked when it happens that`s it
Chaos, we runnin this flag ****
Badboyz, we runnin this flag ****
Union & Collision, we runnin this flag ****
{*"Watch out!! We run Fairfax" -> KRS-One*}

I don`t care if you Dre from Triple Crown, I hold triggers to crews
You little F*CK, I`ve got flag belt stacks bigger than you
When I was pushing weight, back in `08
ya`ll were 4-3 I got the picture I`ve seen ya
Then you beat the Sharks and switched your demeanor
Well - we don`t believe you, you need more people
West Coast Teams, students of the game, we passed the classes
Nobody can read you dudes like we do
Don`t let `em gas you like Badboyz is ass and won`t clap you
Trust me on this one - they`ll detach you
Mind from spirit, body from soul
ya`ll good cuz you got a fat kicker who kicks field goals
No, you`re not on my level get your brakes tweaked
We scored what ya whole team scored in our first week
You guys don`t want it with Mags`
Ask Cody, he don`t want it with Mags`, nooooo!

Son you smell that? What`s that? 
I smell p*ssy. Is that you Novacaine?
I smell p*ssy. Is that you Chaos?
I smell p*ssy. Is that you badboyz?
I smell p*ssy. Is that you Mags?
Y`all boyz is *****
We ballin` now , so watch us (watch me)
Ain`t nothin` you can do to stop us (stop Me)
 

HAHAHA.....can`t log in but WTF?!?!

"but Will told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so"

Hey, since I`m giving out advise.
"ya can`t make a hoe a housewife."

Keep this battle going. It`s dumb but funny.

Come get me
If you ******f*ckas from the East
what do we have here now
Do you wanna ride or die?
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na

You ain`t no killas, you just p*ssies
The west done got you all emotional and mushy
Dre is wearin` rags in photos, Grove`s words bein` quoted
TC taking Greyhound players like they stolen
You loudmouths, complain to TOM hopin` no one`s listenin`
See the west side comin` for ya, better guard ya, position
No one`ll pay attention to the East, they spread shotty
Here I go, give me this pill
D-Ball got 7pt Spread feelin... invincible
Now all of a sudden the Rejects think they`re a great f*cking team like the Sharks
But theyre not, enemies, let it be
Act like they can play, but they can`t, their lazy
Sweat drip got me out in trips, try and stop the game
Some say my brain is all corrupted, f*cked from this sh*t
I`m stuck, the East is lucky if they just call it quits
Plus, mama told me never stop until I bust a nut
**** the FCFFL if it can`t adjust, it just as well, HAIL MARY

Ask yourself, do you know what beef is?
Ha ha ha ha ha, check out this bizarre
East teams better known as B. I. G of the E. A. S. T

My Calico been ****ed this rap Alfred Hitch****
Drop top notch , west playa hating won`t stop
This instant, west is too persistent
Quick to spit Triple Crown`s name on sh**, they will make sure Magnums taste LIKE a** when you speak of them, Badboyz Slash wanted to jump on our ship, but you can keep him, that be our little secret,
See my boy, D that is, R that is, E whiz, Moth*rf*ckers all in his biz

Don`t they know a East team is going to win this sh**?
Beat Chaos a** so hard , then throw `em over the bridge
That`s how it is, East teams sh*t is laid out
F*ck that beef shi*, that sh*t is played out

Y`all got to go, all I make is one phone call  to TOM
All y`all disappear by tomorrow
All your jerseys are borrowed, I don`t feel sorrow
Actually, your QB passed the ball to me, now check this

What`s beef? Beef is when you need two gats to go to sleep
Beef is when your WR`s ain`t safe up in the field
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, one more time

What`s beef? Beef is when you make Novacaine start to think
Beef is when you Chaos wants to drop out the league 
Beef is when I see you
Guaranteed to be in ICU, check it

I done played with the best of `em, scored  at the rest of `em
Was about a hundred or more,
Got my rocks off, that homie from the Hounds just be
Whylin` on you, just be stylin` on you

When I, tried to warn you but your eyes f*cked up
Now I cleared them sh*ts with hits, you on the f*ckin` bench 
Pardon my French but ah, sometimes I get kinda
Peeved at these, weak west teams with the
Supreme baller like, lyrics I call `em like I see `em G
Y`all fools try to play 
Y`all was grimy in the early Fall season, far behind me
It ain`t hard to find me number one with the booyaka

Gimme the Remi and the chronic ain`t no tellin` what I do to ya
It`s obvious the game`s new to ya
Take them ends you make and spend `em on a tutor ha
One shot, I`m through with ya

That is definitly the best one yet.

What the hell is this?? Haha. Dudes crazy.

All we do is win win win no matter what
Got football on mind I can never get enough

And everytime I step up on the field
Everybody hands go up
And they stay there
And they say yeah

And they stay there

Up down, up down
`Cause all we do is win win win
And if you a East side Biatch then put your hands in the air..


West goin` in on the worst
`Cause we never been defeated and we can`t start now
Keep your hands up put `em in the sky for the homies that didnt Make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
They saying real champs is back
Blame it on that conjure
The hood call it catch n yac

And we on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows
My hands go up and down like strippers bootys go

My verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
Last time on a TC remix now we on the original version

Ain`t never count me out
Yall better count me in
Got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
Make millions every year, the FCFFL`s champion

`Cause all we do, all we, all we, all we
All we do is...


Swerving in my lolo,
Head on the swivel
You know serving us is a no no
Clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
Yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
Tell East siders back it up, when they f-in with us yo
That`s for armed trafficking, dont make me pull that fo-fo

Ask you what you laughing at
Represent that mud life
Dirty money ***** you better get your mud right
We come together holding hands and holla thug life
We are strapped in all black
Its like thug life

(All we do is win)
You riding the what
We riding the night
You riding with me `cause you game wasnt right


Heat in the kitchen, pot on the stove
Water getting boiled, dope getting sold
West and the turf, system overload
Ive been running this damn game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of them
Bust till I burst on `em
Floss `em up, toss `em up, hardaway, boss `em up

Pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh
Dont wanna mess with us
We like the U in the 80s
Back to back set a trap
Hit the lick, hit it back
Hit the trick, jump the track
***** I want my money back

Time and time again while I`m sitting on this win

Al Davis said it best, just win baby win

YOU WONDER WHY THEY CALL US