Battles  BELLVADEAR vs Dope_Doc

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Max of 24 lines

THIS BATTLE IS OVER

Dope_Doc won this battle!

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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/

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