Battles user775268699 vs Rice_Farmer
RULES
There's on;y two rules here, no ghostwriting lyrics and you can't back out once we start,
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You claim to be bold, a man of passing ability.
- But you just some fucking liability shitting out his ass to surpass what I got to say.
- Spray and Prey because I roll these bars harder than that fucking touche. Be honest man, nothing but lies and a fake ass disguise.
- Nobody wants you to take your hand, provide a Hollywood brand, and say everything is just straight up grand.
- Fucking farce, enough harsh to send another innocent into the deep parts of Lousiana's marshes.
- Lets say there's no room for regrets, you can't be human without some doubts.
- I were you man, take that journey to Japan and find wisdom to earn redemption from the kingdom of bums.
- Run the system, process these rhymes for a lifetime after being hit up blind.
- Wick Tricked, another kicked corner kid retarded.
- Scarred with lies and no denial, that final cycle for survival.
- Wick Tricked, becoming homicidal for that one last pickup dial.
- (T.U.A Dialogue): I seen a man become elite, but turned dark once he became obsolete.
- Wick Tricked, contradict and self inflict emotional pain to get a gain.
- Assassin of guilt, tried to flip the script but tripped being stripped of his true screw gone loose.
- Wick Tricked, why you even diss when remisince sends you into the abyss?
- Roll back the tears for fears, the years really turned you into a soften queer.
- Cut the lights, take a fucking hike because you another rogue man trying to make a stand.
- But what cause you even serve, I heard that shit ain't what we deserve.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- You waitin' on this, this "slaughter will not be televised"
- Give me a project bitch
- I'm the Gene Hackman in Heist
- Silly cat, you know how that scratch
- Tuck that tail between your muthafuckin legs BITCH
- Who really think you, can just take us no MORE
- Steel toed boots with my troops knocking down your DOOR
- Fuck and leave hoes broke, Cali ain't no joke
- Im paved dog, can you tell im HIGH?
- Doust ya clothes, the smell of a foul smoke
- Stress calls in PIES, watch the Lex go BY
- And I know, you don't want to DIE
- Swim with the sharks, spark the weed up
- We fin to po' up, another cold cup
- It's about the dead prez in the 9's
- On top of that, all your friends know my words
- It upsets him but excites him, none the less
- Get your money fuck being broke, that shit for the birds
- From a dyslexic kid to a artist of words. I'm rolling up my catnip and shittin in yo' litter
- Man, I thought you was a thug, certified wig splitter. Knockin pictures off the wall is nuttin cause I'm a baller
- I know these motherfuckers, wanna see me losing my mind. I disintergrate niggas, give a fuck who you are
- And Lo and Behold the skills have gotten refined. But his WAX is just like 'JAX, so then grind
- Emotions disturbed in time like broken bottles of wine. I've, got guys, waiting in a line
- Twist yo' ball caps and rep how ya livin. It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
- Some brothers in prison are rough-livin and still givin. Any nigga ever disrespect me, he get his head split
- In your motherfucking sto', you ain't got it get it. The rest of the Wu right up the street Park Hilling
- Is little more than choice to him that is willing. Other sisters in condition be using up their position
- That, we run the streets, nigga you better ask somebody. Would you remove those bananas from your earholes and pay attention
- And eat to reality, gun you down in a tragedy. So sick with this, don't forget the melody
- Wit Buk an Psyde gettin Buk on the side, Spy wit the third eye against the conquer and divide.