Battles vs JxynerLxcas
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Battle on January 27 2019
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'm back bitch,
- On the sizzle, P90Kill yourself like you're in college
- Hop back in the van and then depart the bitch
- Lying to yourself, all over an image
- Streets is calling square niggas leave a message.
- Man but this ain't no sign language
- Its like my freestyle's cleavage
- You so f-full of your-s-self that you just sit and judge
- My mama smoked so God damn much
- I coulda sworn that Budweiser can read fruit punch hoe,
- Graduated from Rosé, addicted to blow
- Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo
- They all need attention, they call me a G though
- Black 3 Cement, sag jean sitting - low
- Where they find me, 16 on Death Row
- Me? I'm Wolf, you can call me Tyler though
- Bitch I'm dope but my pipe is so yellow! Yo,
- Definition of cold: ice, 30 below
- Shades: LV was a little dough
- Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow
- Counting 100 grand I pulled it from my last show
- Wale and K'naan, they don't know is there radio, I will diss you
- But it might lead to that R2D2, the mobsters creep through
- Maybe I lack the fortitude to try to court you
- Take you out kentland and show you a zoo
- He the rebel, I'm the daughter waitin' for you, bitch
- On the sizzle, P90Kill yourself like you're in college
- She called me fantastic, I called her a fat bitch
- Double M self made we forever rich
- The ape is a beast, tranquilize that bitch!
- Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch
- Either way I'm burying your body in a ditch.
- kick their ass to the curb or throw em in a ditch,
- PG bitches love me like I'm TCB band Polo bitch! Your fucking a rookie,
- Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free
- Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably
- Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy
- Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree
- Folarin be ballin for all yall to see
- A-Town, nigga, yeah it's trap city
- Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity
- Just to go to LIV on a Sunday
- Tell me how can we live this way
- You know what? Nigga, it's Blacc Friday
- Once as a slave who imagined being free
- Now I can draw your face up pretty
- But times I'm so serious you think I'm silly
- I'mma drop you off home quickly!
- Pockets on Heavy D, bitch I'm hot, third degree
DEFENDER'S RAP
- ok, nigga, hit me up and ill say wassup but you will never meet ur fuckin fate
- ill fuck your mom in da fuckin ass and she knew u was a mistake.
- fuck this dick now u wanted the stick now give it a pick now,
- u better go sit down get outta my town or you are a clown,
- fuck dis, i dont wanna listen to ur fate cause u be lookin like my stake,
- mother fucker i will make ur fucking mom break,
- Yeah I'm taking it back and then I'm smacking you bitches and laughing
- And I'm killing them, hacking them, and sending your body right back to them
- You wonder what's happening
- I'm flipping new syllables, acronyms
- I guess I'ma practice it
- You fuckers are fucking embarrassing (pow pow)
- You ain't gonna be happy when I'm on top and I'm gonna be popping
- All of you gonna be dropping like birds dropping all on your conscious
- All you niggas watchin I'm spittin', slap all on your coffin, R.I.P
- You lost and you fuckas sleepin' you're pillow talkin' dis.
- Makin' a panic with my shit and I'm flippin' up banisters
- I'm ready to handle and dismantle and crush and vanish
- I hit 'em and send 'em into walls, then I got' em enchanted
- Then my fuckin hands that holdin the hammer bangin' and slammin'
- Killin' 'em in the ambulance, they dyin', they bleedin', they tremblin'
- I'm really sick and I got a stiff as a fuckin' mannequin
- I paint a picture a Picasso vision, all on my cellophane
- I got 'em swingin' they on my dick and grabbin my pants again,
- now i dont care about ur life,
- and i dont care about ur wife,
- go fuck ur mom, she is the bomb,
- i fell asleep with her yass.