Battles JackM vs thel33tninja
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You're like twelve, so how am I a little kid?
- I'm not a alcoholic tho, I drink n' spit wicked shit,
- I'm not a #G, I'm a #Z, I'm above the #alphabet,
- That's an automatic loss for this #alpha's #bet,
- Good n' hood are not #multisyllabics, you fucking faggot,
- Claiming you're a prodigy n' lyricist, get back to your truck of maggots,
- "my lines are not to bit fucked with", That doesn't make sense,
- True, you're #celibate, you #sell #a #bit lyric because you take dense-
- Answers when you failed this #test like #year #eleven #kids #today,
- I dictate and traumatize like #nine-#eleven #in #this #day,
- I'm #six-#foot, but I'll bury you #twelve #inches #deep,
- #RapPad-#midget fidgeting, I'll break this bitchy-creep,
- Aiming my #Tech to the face of youngin's to drown 'em in the British creek,
- I didn't say I'm so "fucking drunk", I drunk like 3 cans of lager,
- Then fell asleep probably cuz your schemes are for dollars,
- And entertainment, not musicianship you're putting in,
- This #roast-#session is completed cuz I'm #burning '#em,
- Fucking low-class white-knight scum who writes a line,
- And fails, I could #box with #punchlines while on cyanide,
- You lost your #life, #game #over like #retrospective #nostalgic #games,
- #Mortal-#kombat #verbally with #oral #weapons to this orgasmic-gay.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- This lil kid thinks he's an alcoholic
- Writin stupid shit, lettin the budweiser frolic
- When he ain't anything close to a real G
- A rapper, DJ, and not an MC
- He claims to be a rapper, straight from the hood
- If he was, at least his lines would be good
- But none of his shit is
- Yeah it all sucks dick
- And proves my lines are not to bit fucked with
- He says that I'd submit to him if we got in a fight
- What about when you girl submitted to me last night?
- You get really annoyed when you're talkin to him
- Cause he says he so drunk on gin, in a battle he can't win
- So stop goin around sayin you're a motherfuckin fighter
- When my rhymes alone burn you quicker than a lighter
- You say that you got all the superior punchlines
- When mine are all fightin on the front line
- Meanwhile I'm over here writin a verse
- A cursed paragraph that'll be pinned on your hearse
- Because compared to me, your rhymes are the worst
- My rhymes are like weapons, sendin you to the nurse
- I'm gonna suspend you and bend you from chains
- Cut open your veins and you cause so much pain
- That blood is gonna start spillin all over outta your brain
- The I'll proceed by cuttin open your throat
- Send you on a boat down a moat to somewhere remote
- Then I'll send a note
- To your family
- Tellin em why I caused this calamity
- That proves that I've been driven into insanity
- And then I'm gonna finally end it all
- Take a fire arm onto an island and use it to light a fire bomb
- And after that shit, you'll be done for
- Quit bein a rapper, go back to bein a bum, whore