Battles BELLVADEAR vs Dope_Doc
RULES
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Max of 24 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Dope_Doc won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on September 22 2017
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Wassup Doc?
- Didn't come here to offend!
- I hope your prepared,
- to lose to your fan again!
- You accepted a challenge once,
- came back for a shameful return.
- Stay out of my kotchen,
- then you'll stop getting burned!
- 2000+ reps?
- Who's ma did you f***?
- to be so damn popular,
- yet lacks talent?
- Must be luck!
- I seen you say,
- ice on your neck from santa?
- Jack you, smack you, send you back to,.
- Fantlanta where I'll bury ya!
- Spiderman you claim to be,
- in a comparison to distorted views!
- I don't even see a man or a spider,
- all I sees in you is another lose!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Preserver weapon cocked half tipped drink, the wrong precinct leads to death at the skating rink/
- Impregnated bitches asking for negative digits, summon spirits with these lyrics smidgen is ambitious/
- Tip-a hoe cuz she drowing in the semen, planted like treasure dirty knee's she's been seeing sea men/
- For the cheddar I bet everybody dies for it, the holy writ been yankin souls from hypocrites/
- Lickety spit rhymes never delaying, but these emcee's out here rotten writtens like a tooth decaying/
- Now how many lines does it take for you to shut up? Pour piss out the pyrexes and have this faggot go lick it up/
- I got no patience it's been long gone ended, souls apprehended sensing the splendours lyrical agenda/
- Noticed the walls you've spammed and begged votes for, 30 votes was your goal so now what you attention whore/
- Yeah this bitch got votes prolly cuz she offered pussy, bet up in her you'll see a forest might as well play footsies/
- The tail of 2 rivals fuckin my sidehoes, leaving all hoes more wet than the NBA Finals/
- You talk about my rep yeah bitch thanks for Noticing, your my #1 hater on my success you've been Focusing/
- Addicted like some fucking meth, cut the fetus outta ya' left swangin from your death bed like macbeth/
- Countering punches that hit soft as a pillow, claim I'm a spider but your a desperate weepin widow/
- Doc the emcee' don't step to me, bodied you in a body bag now you're in the rap pad battler cemetery/