Battles GhettoPrincess vs KingKidd
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Your game plan brought to this race, man was weak,
- look like James Vanderbeek on eight grams of tweak,
- watch the flow trickle down like an older Ronald Reagan,
- bite the steely, damn, like Walt Becker or Donald Fagen,
- I can't wait 'till you drop dead like Ritchie Valens,
- my rhymes are brake lights on late nights, Jimmy Fallon,
- rappers here's your vanishing point like Barry Newman,
- you're presidential but you don't do shit like Harry Truman,
- hard as mortars, guard the borders, hide the farmer daughters,
- because I'll be barking orders like I'm Sergeant Slaughter,
- keep this passage coming, get the shaft like Gordon Parks,
- Superdome's the battlefield, call this shit Jordin Sparks,
- light this shit up like Christmas trees on Michael Jackson,
- leave you with those battle scars like you're Guy Sebastian,
- I go beast inside this shit like those Tyrannosaurus Rex,
- I slaughter foes, you oughta know, Alanis Morrisette,
DEFENDER'S RAP
- She couldn't understand my linguistics my shits complicated like quantum physics
- I taunt and haunt her with it and she fell like she took a thousand dissses ;
- my lethal linguistics intenses for every rhyme I diminish you might
- as well relinquish bitch your face it your finished
- everyone can vividly see you don't that compare lyrically to me
- bitch Lyrically I'am controlling you subliminally with this raw lyrical chemistry
- bitch surrender to me admit defeat submit to me or Iama beat you relentlessly
- with this lyrical mic that you never could see
- but yet you still had dreams of being a emcee
- why to me is a mere mystery but fuck it your history
- when I spit raps my rhymes cracks the concrete
- after you meet your defeat
- I'am deadly when the ink and paper meets
- bitch I'am playing for keeps when the bullets from the nine meet
- your raw meat your body descends six feet deep
- and with that I stomp and squash this brief beef between you and me