Battles vs MugShotz
RULES
The challenger was disqualified. No roasting just normal rap
Max of 22 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
MugShotz won this battle!
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Battle on April 7 2019 and Battle on April 10 2019
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Money on my mind cash it in back
- to the cash register then she give me that
- I hate taxes I don't like debt
- when you livin legal that's what you get
- Money on my mind since we met
- I'm the richest man my Sista gotta Porsche
- what the hell I ain't poor..we just want some more..
- money on my mind ya is alI I can find.
- but money money money we like it fine
- but my money money money i-is-mine!
- If you ask for my money I'll say "nien"!
- ya you always tryna make money Bigga
- be touching my money I'll pull the damn trigga
- money is my fate to my niggas it's bait
- money on my mind can you relate? Cause I am the great
- Don't touch my money I've told you twice boy so dumb you have lice honestly
- your so dirty you need a bar of soap once your clean then you lookin dope well you hope
- Smoke weed every day flex what the hay? You Are deformed you went to the bedroom and preformed
- wow you ask for nudes and be like "hey my dudes" money on my mind money on my mind not dis shit
DEFENDER'S RAP
- This is a Class for a Millennium i'l have your brain on Helium
- And while it Floats i'll have a Premium
- Book of the iliad and odyssey and have you travel back to the Y2K Prophecy
- Then i'll make you Muhammad's Prodigy Have you then Travel to the Sodomy
- of the Vietnam war Have you Staring the Scores of Bodies the killers like Flowers to Bees
- And then go to the Black Plague Disease that shrouded cities
- At Ease we'll have you Feel the War Hol' it in your empty hand and a Can of Soup in the other
- Then Dive under waves of Nano Grade and you've been made afraid another empty soul in your Brother
- And the Guns were Culture and the thunder of hunger is needed
- Have your blood flowing on that Pad that you write and ignite the Defeated foes till your heated
- The Courts Conceited they said you've Cheated you've Dreamed it up a Nightmare
- Where your at a Fair Stuck on the Ferris Wheel thinkin nows my Last meal then you Swear and no one aware
- You Jump hitting the ground with a Thump your Ignorant as Math hits Mach Four
- The Clock over the Door Slows Open Windows start to close Open Faucets become Froze
- And Shadows Grow and follow you around till you run underground
- Drowned in 9 Hellish Climates You committed Violence you scream theres no Sound your bound
- Like a Book to words the Birds of Death Circle waiting for your last breath
- Call it Satans Express you must be Ruthless To have Lucifer Toothless
- Its like a Apple Tree without apples its Fruitless and Useless