Gazelle tried to call me out. Needless to say, that was a mistake.

See, it all started when we were just throwing together some raps for the sales team to pitch to some clients. Apparently, Gazelle caught wind of my verses and for some reason decided to call me out.

You see, we have this little Facebook thing where we discuss ideas, etc. One day, I wake up and see this.

(This is the moment Gazelle should have known he messed up)

We shared a couple playful shots back and forth in the comments section, but I was ready. He told me to not get too excited and come out hot like Gordon Hayward. So now he even came to diss my Celtics. "Alright man, well here we go," I thought to myself. I wanted to hear this big Gazelle rap. I waited for it.

And waited.

And waited.

Nothing came, so here I am, Gazelle. You called for B Mo the DJ to become B Mo the Rapper. You woke a sleeping lion. So here it is.

"Rap Lion (Gazelle Diss)"

There you have it buddy!

Take your time! I mean, you already have been, but take a little more time. Something tells me you're going to need it.