Battles R2KAY vs MugShotz
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- once i was seven years old my moms told me go make your self some
- money or you'll be hungry
- locked in the facility you've been gone for what feels like a century yeah
- when i was in that cemetery looking at your grave it brought back the
- memories of elementary sitting in geometry writing on the paper with
- these sick rhymes ill never forget that you the reason i still rap today
- this is the bad days and the sad days gone but never forgotten your name
- is all spoken now the evil has awoken.....
- once i was eleven years old my moms told me go make your self some
- friends or you'll be lonely
- you was my dawg why the fuck did god take you and leave me behind
- i try to wipe the feelings away but i still don't feel like a human-being
- i cant begin to start what i wish you was still here for let me tell you a story
- dawg
- once i was seven years old my moms told me go make your self some
- money or you'll be hungry
- you've missed so much i almost had kid dawg like damn hitting licks to
- get money remember them day now your dawgs got a job remember me
- and you and our first songs its been so long it goes a little something like
- this
- once i was eleven years old my moms told me go make your self some
- friends or you'll be lonely
- kick the door down everyone you mother fuckers get the fuck on the
- no one better make a sound swear to god ill blow a whole in your back if
- you try to catch me lack all you niggas is wack me and my dawg smoking
- out the sack...
- once i was eleven years old my moms told me go make your self some
- friends or you'll be lonely
- mow i'm going big wish you was here dawg all them memory's got me
- stuck in the struggle trying to be humble i cant stumble or fumble cause
- i do this shit for you me and mom try to tell you drugs were bad but you ain't
- listen now your gone my moms gonna be gone to she ain't listen neither
- now she in the hospital i'm going crazy missing my dawg let these niggas
- come dissing them i'm shooting
- once i was seven years old my moms told me go make your self some
- money or you'll be hungry
DEFENDER'S RAP
- The Devil Rounds the Corner
- All the Doors were shut
- Something hits my Gut i nearly Died
- Even if i was a Quarterback with a Guide id never take a Hike
- Like Vlad to kill me gotta impale me on a Spike cut off my Head
- Even when Dead i'll rise like Fresh Bread
- Spread my Work Like Ashes
- To see past me put on Glasses and Talk like a Preacher to Masses
- The lord gifted me with Madness no more Chances just Bar fighting Practice
- Mess with me ill put more needles in ya than a Crack addict on a Cactus
- Dip my Bars in Paint like a Brush then Slap them on a Canvas
- No more Sadness your Status is Undetermined
- Like a Missing poster Pinned no one knows if your Alive
- So keep up your Drive go by