Battles Dfifty vs BAD_IDEA
RULES
Say what you want, no mentioning family tho
Max of 18 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Rap to me? Fuck the rhapsody don’t even try to fack with me g cuz this
- is it
- thinking I won’t killa bitch here I go man again dressed like a mannequin
- trying to be the top man again in a fucking banana skin
- hard rhymes I spit like I’ve never rapped before, I’m back in a Cadillac
- no longer whack but I still talk smack nothing else I have suicide I’ve tried
- twice, try that a third time? FUCK THAT!!!! Man danm I must be dammed
- cuz I had to sell my soul for this skill, it was worth it though cuz I am the
- bomb,
- I blow up MC’s like i was taking napalm your face to my palm its on,
- but it's all over for our love get a dove and shoot it up mother fucker you
- didn't think I could come back bitch!!
- oh here comes my favourite line 'im back in the lab with a pad and a pen'
- get back with you fuck that...
- (c) Dfifty 2016
DEFENDER'S RAP
- You an amateur at this Rappin while my rhapsody's bohemian
- Gun against ya head tragedy now you actually need a medium
- Like John Edwards cause everything you said just got deaded
- You couldn't get credit with an embedded thread left on Reddit
- You couldn't get props at a prop hire shop with the required guap
- I'm high atop the spire, a high flyer, bird on a wire watch the tyre pop
- On ya caddy make ya fall flat on ya face - that's a pancake
- Cause you's a damn fake, lyin to me like Ironman 3's Mandrake
- The only face that you're palming is ya own dome broke ya nose bone
- Left ya head spinning like Turbo and Ozone on oxycodone
- To deal with the pain but the shame it digs deeper down you'll hear the beeper sound
- When I rob this mannequin of her evening gown and flee the town before police come round
- You throw literary jabs but nothin's stickin
- Great Expectations for Hard Times gotcha mouth wrapped round some Dickens
- I'm so old school when there's beef you hear the musket clickin
- You selling your soul? buskin for soul food and got a bucket of chicken
- That's finger lickin good I'm in the hood like a carburetor
- Cause when I spit this I'll combust the myth of this masquerader