Battles SpurWilly vs ygfortune
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Battle on April 27 2018
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- //Intro
- Remix Gang break da scales bitch-
- //Hook
- We workin
- 12 hit the spot we still servin
- Under cover snatchin pics like I’ma famous person, but fuck em
- Tell the Feds come an get me
- I’m cool 150
- I’m bout ta cop da Bentley
- We workin
- 12 hit the spot we still servin
- Under cover snatchin pics like I’ma famous person, but fuck em
- Tell the Feds come an get me
- I’m cool 150
- I’m bout ta cop da Bentley
- //Verse 1
- Cheah
- Due in the Porsche I’m bout to cop the Bentley. (Hey)
- An fuck the Feds I got rubber bands
- Around my money an I finna purchase Sonny
- Cost a hundred an that mutherfucka runnin
- (Yearm-)
- 12 sittin outside the spot with the camera we gone make a movie cos we ain’t mutherfuckin movin
- An text Na’vajia cos we been spendin too much paper my lawyer paid don't ain’t worry bout no cases
- Man got to playin bout that photo of da Coop
- My car drop head that no mutherfuckin roof
- Ma brighter than mutherfucka
- A Bentley too
- A crew 150 an I’ma show you what it do, a Bentley
- //Hook x2
- We workin
- 12 hit the spot we still servin
- Under cover snatchin pics like I’ma famous person, but fuck em
- Tell the Feds come an get me
- I’m cool 150
- I’m bout ta cop da Bentley
- We workin
- 12 hit the spot we still servin
- Under cover snatchin pics like I’ma famous person, but fuck em
- Tell the Feds come an get me
- I’m cool 150
- I’m bout ta cop da Bentley
DEFENDER'S RAP
- ever played the monster in
- everybody’s eyes the stare
- like he needs a
- doctor, every dare succeeded by
- fright, and you want
- them conceited to con
- bleeded you gone beat it
- through none meeted screwed
- done did it, bombed
- fit split, calmed with hits
- want sick pits, not suck
- my dicks but cut
- thy sticks, mut fuck lies
- bitch touch luck fly,
- miss. that’s it that’s
- all, bat it, that ball,
- crap missed, stab ball
- , it pops giving relief,
- it stop gritting the teeth,
- this clocks missing the
- beat, which mops hitting
- the feat, then kissing their
- feet, men pissing scared
- fleet, pen listing mare
- speeds, and spikes, keeps mans
- fright deed and like speaks
- land mind, reeks mad
- life so stab your friends,
- keep your enemies go mad
- for ends beat guts
- hope bad war sends
- meat for recipes rope gathers
- heads knead whores head
- to piece cause you know
- your not a monster
- Not a fiend but
- these dopes hope your shot
- a blotter spot a
- clean you don’t mean
- to be mean but that
- all you can be
- because all you do
- won’t change their eyes. so
- shield your fear conceal
- your cries non-deal
- your tears so you may
- lie. but a white
- Lie not a black
- eye, gotta fight, why? stop
- attack why? admit your
- wrong say your sorry
- song so worries wrong submit
- door sprong pray for
- army strong go journey
- long but it stops, you
- weren’t wrong they are
- pathological liar, dongs yay scars, wrath no logical fire. so it’s just grey walls, bust prey all, now theres a hole 6 inches , trust say fall, how hear a soul split ditches, fuck, they call
- don’t open the door, ignore, won’t show them remorse divorce mind, find no hope.
- bind yo shoes on, text kill you selves
- find yo screws gone, next drill through shelves
- so when they’re silently mind is free a sleep
- you then pair my red ski beanie, a jacket and black tracksuit pant, sneak squeaky, a racket man, back that room, land. so then and there quietly find this beam, scheme, acid from car battery, trap it, done shark strike, so in the dark night, you bat it embark tight, upstairs, spirits up in the air, mirror stuck pinned by the chair. above the bed. a figure snuck grinned by see stares a dove then see head, picture stuck pinned by the air. they wake up tomorrow at six thirty am, staged suck punch through sorrow at fixed door way when, I heard the frayin. sick more, they sick more, they hit door, scream at me some more, sick jaws hit floor, sprint door, open, enter room, swore woken bender soon. ender mood, broken, fender goons, plot for hours emotions topped more powers, the motions at 12 o clock addorned tank top black cap jacket, and gold blanket, old casket came softly but louder then a whisper, same gait scoff the mut men, then whispered over the bed fearing but the end, tucked bend over, clover clearing, with a thousand worries, the sound panned, sorry, the mommy was awake, but she did forgive, but not forget to live not to forge it, life, need strife. then the life of the boy died and the toy dye canned, panned over, and the land was taken over by faken shammed loafer clover