Battles Hornet vs JPoet
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Try me, you couldn't beat me in a heart beat,
- Insults comin' at you with super sonic speeds
- I know what you're thinking, you think I'm pathetic
- So small you could use me as a toothpick
- She's a tomboy, she ain't no good
- She should go home and do chores, like a good girl should
- Get a job, like her mommy would
- But I think not, I ain't no wussy
- Your a dick disguised as a fucking pussy
- You at home, trying to process this in your head
- While I got your mom sprawled out on her bed
- Your dad saw this, passed out in a grave, stone dead
- Had to hide the weapon out in grandpa's shed
- You probably so mad you're seeing red
- Better go back to Rehab and take yo meds
- The versus you were about to spit are gone to shit
- Tell your girl I was just chatting with your side chick
- If she mad, tell her I'm sorry for what I said
- And I'll make it up to her by saying he got another giving him head
- Bitch, you be lucky if you put on a show
- May I mention yo mom has a lovely glow
- Bro, I could keep going on forever and ever
- But this isn't supposed to insult you, but make you better
- Cause now you know never to mess with me again
- Otherwise I'll be stormin your house with my gunmen
DEFENDER'S RAP
- im the sinister rap minister, the finisher of whack acts, the blood of trap cats
- is my elixir. no hoe can stop the flow of my lyrics when ive finished em.
- you can call me a cynic when i dont agree with the irrelevant critics and
- naysayers and flip flop players. im the waymaker for hip hop my haymaker
- welcomes their teeth and makes their fake shit stop, im a verbal incinerator
- not a rapper, i burn shit with my bars like pyromaniac wordsmith
- the same bars i blew up the netherworld with, im disturbed by whack
- i dont want your respect i havent earned it, and i wont return it back
- with satanic psychoflow i wrecked the microphone and cursed it
- im the villainous timelord i make your fate and you cant revert it
- bitch, i rhyme for the culture you write lines for jerk kids and few groups
- of rich oldmen in suits who like to do youths