Battles -BrainBusta vs Lib3rty
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Bitches That Rap, Needa Shut the fuck up!
- Instead, stick to fondling the shit outta ya asses like 3 girls one cup!
- get to the kitchen, make me some grub
- when I'm horny, get naked and cum to the tub
- because My Dick needs a little affection, and I aint getting it from no femcee!
- I much rather have you spin that fleshy clit of yours while I'm fucking you silly!
- then I need you to rub the kings feet until you inevitably faint!
- Then I need you to stick out ya tongue and rub it against my taint!
- Because Missy, Your spit cant compare with the emcees bearing two testicles!
- Instead, Follow these simple rules and you'll forever be known as the ones with monthly menstruals!
- No Matter How controversial or hateful this fucking message is!
- Imma just let you bitches know That I Don't give a fuck, this is a diss!
- A Diss that goes out to all the Mothafucking Femcees in the world!
- always tryin to prove they belong, but as a result you got burned!
- And Now Nigel's here, trying to incarcerate those who oppose
- the very words coming outta of this hoodlums mouth, I Suppose
- so haters, eat a dick and die!
- Femcees cant rap and that aint a lie!
- Your rhyming makes you look like a dunce!
- Now in the meantime, Let us fuck you in your cunts
- because like dildos, you objects
- and Like breasts, you precious
- That shit didn't Rhyme, But I don't care I'm Slime
- The lumps on your chest are worth more than a dime
- and the cheeks on your backside, make up for lost time
- So Femcees, retire while you can
- because theres a man that needs attention, and a juicy dick that needs affection.
- PEACE!!!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- (Intro)
- This is for all the motherfuckers out there
- who talk all that shit
- but don't have the dick to back it.
- Don't ask for what your ass can't handle.
- Yo
- The way you spittin' 'bout your shit, you gonna make me fuckin' sick
- Goin' all extreme when you really mean you got a baby dick
- With your lame-ass bars you challenge with your whinin' and cryin
- You startin' shit with me and my boys, now Liberty's figthtin'
- I'm castratin' your bars, and gonna take you to your knees
- And then I'm gonna make you wish you never challenged DEEZ
- NUTS are for squirrels, and you ain't even got a nibble
- with your shriveled-up drivel 'bout your sad chicken little
- I'm a dope femcee, and as tough as they come
- You're just a one-minute man with them 99 probs
- and your bars ain't worth shit, they're bouncin' off me like rubber
- there ain't no Junior-size Trojans fittin' YOU, motherfucker
- You're tryna get it up, but you're as Limp as a Bizkit
- You think it's all cute, but I'mma call you the exorcist
- Ain't no room with Crayolas for your short-shafted drizzle
- Ain't dealin with the scribbles of your tiny little pickle