Battles  Saint_James vs JustJohn

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • (Hook x2 - Saint) Youth gone mad, yeah this youth gone mad
  • Tell these dudes fall back, What they do is all wack
  • All they do is talk trash, An they jaws gonna snap
  • Shit they songs all trash, They Get no props off that.
  • (1st Verse - Saint) Do this shit for YGM, Killing spitters with my pen.
  • Enemies pretend they friends, Like 50 cent killed many men,
  • I'm just straight up goin in, The gutter like a bowling pin.
  • I always sin an don't repent, These hos can go an blow this dick.
  • Coming up an I just be making money
  • Aint no way these bitchs is getting nothing from me.
  • Shit I'm fuckin hungry Put the beat up in my tummy
  • Got my hand off in your pocket Bout to snatch your lunch money
  • Like bugs bunny ima drop them in a hole
  • Im the Illest with the Writtens an coldest off the dome
  • They can't see me on a beat, Leave it frozing with the flow.
  • They lien like Pinocchio They nose will just grow.
  • Coming in the game, Only aiming for brains.
  • I'm molesting lames, Till they confess that they can't.
  • Keep up with me Even on they best of days.
  • Never hesitate to blow up, Quick to detonate.
  • Let me set this straight, Once and for all
  • I don't really give a fuck when I be going off
  • Shit im ill with the skill, An I'm just showing off.
  • Run them over in my lane just Like a bowling ball.
  • Y'all can't hold the squad, its Just me an R3LNTL3SS.
  • Leave you with a broken jaw, when I swing for the fences.
  • Now Your finished, point blank period, Like the end of a sentence.
  • I'm just paying back your lame ass, This shit is revenge.
  • Shit I'm sick with the pen, An my Writtens are dope.
  • Must be high if they try me, Like they sniffing some coke.
  • Shit id like to hear you spit it, When I'm slitting your Throat.
  • I'm the king up in the ring, got opponents on the ropes.
  • (Hook x2 -Saint) Youth gone mad, yeah this youth gone mad.
  • Tell these dudes fall back, What they do is all wack.
  • All they do is talk trash, An they jaws gon snap.
  • Shit they songs all trash, They Get no props off that.
  • (3rd Verse R3LNTL3SS) lyrics coming soon

DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • Here's the type of rhyme that I write in ten minutes,
  • So don't be surprised if you can't find any sense in it,
  • In a tangled web of sick thoughts I'm lost and scared,
  • Im cross as a pampered little child stuck in foster care,
  • And this messed up head that i got is my cross to bear,
  • But a battle? You'll fail . Imma nail it, and toss you bare,
  • I think i lost you there, when i told you I'm black inside like a frosty bear,
  • With claws to tear, no hooks to reel you in,
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  • when i haul you out your hole , peel your skin and maul you there,
  • Ball up my fist and brawl you bare,
  • I was too lazy to think a flow, so i just talk into beats,
  • still get your panties in a bunch like a broken washing machine,
  • I m having tons of rappers for lunch when i get lost in the beat,
  • shoulda read my caution to leave and left without causing a scene,
  • My rhymes are hot enough to demolish the beat , give you blackfoot disease,
  • like you forgot to put your shoes on and polished the feet.
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  • I'm going under your skin akin to a hypodermic,
  • And make it crawl and your blood boil like I was thermit,
  • Toughen up, take your pride and shove it up in the ass,
  • till it fills your stupid lungs , gives you whooping cough and you gasp
  • Whuppin your butt red till its sore with a metaphor ,
  • that sails right over your head and soars like a pterosaur
  • As spores of terror form inside your mind as it gets
  • terraformed, and pronged till it's dead with my long pair of horns,
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  • This slick lyric i jot is an ill villanous plot when
  • The feelings i got spills to the quill as syllables hot,
  • Everyone's a fillable pot, and I'm raising a thousand crops
  • in your minds, cuz your brain's a nice tillable plot.
  • Planting seeds that scrambles nerves like lettuce leaves
  • Till the whole system's in shambles and you scream "let us leave!"
  • Hand me a hammer, I'll ramming skulls with the butt till it's dented,
  • I'm making jams, cuz I'm growing more nuts by the minute.

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