Battles Fkakdubz vs Sir-Real
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- How you twenty-five and you still believe you’re in your prime
- You think you lyrical but you just tie up your rhymes
- What in the fuck is you trying to prove
- You ain’t Pacquiao and I ain’t Thurman too
- And I don’t wanna seem a homophobe
- But I catch you on a telephone pole
- Then I would call it the homophone
- Went off beat for a second there
- Went off topic, now then i’m scared
- I’m not punning his name that shit’s unoriginal
- Tried to tell me to fuck some girl in the C.R of my middle school
- What the fuck kind of middle school did you go to?
- Used to think smoking looked good, then I smoked a bowl or two
- Thats when I realize it didn’t look cool for me or for you
- Hol’ up imma go like you do real quick
- “I can’t switch flows cause im a real pompous prick
- I really think the 80’s has all the hottest shit
- Only ten syllables per line cuz that’s all the syllables that fit”
- Wait a minute that really ain’t it, I think it goes like this
- “Fall back, with a gat, I pistol pack,
- I rap like that, I tit for tat
- These days is whack, that shit is trash”
- Yes this man really raps just like that
- That shits works for a minute but he never do anything different
- How he think he winnin’ he probably make some puns with “Kidwit”
- Probably about to bitch how I was on some kid shit
- Back when I was writing writtens and rappin’ about slit wrists
- Back in ‘sixteen we was talking ‘bout some gang shit
- How you was a badass with dank then you brought up some gay shit
- Ain’t going into no details though, that’s his business
- They want me online so, i’ll give it a minute
- You the type to take an 80’s album
- Dub over it with some shitty cover
- And that just shows your mentally too old
- for what’s coming, bring your guns, fuck, you live in London
- I only shoot, I don’t rush shit, offbeat, but, you know what, fuck it
- You put a couple commas all in one sentence,
- I put them in my numbers, so I got mentions
- If you weren’t so caught up in old times
- Then maybe you would’nt be so blind
- And you would have an open mind
- So you would come up with real golden rhymes
- Your the most old fashioned friend of mine
- If we fight I ain’t comin’ with knives i’m comin’ with nines
- I don’t come in peace I come with a piece
- Let the beat run see what you got for me
- Come at me with your flow, know your too old
- You’ll diss me over shit from two years ago
- Now here, Sir- Real, here ya go.
- Who’s better? lets take a vote
- Bop
DEFENDER'S RAP
- NitWit getting dissed, by this vicious lyricist
- witness this sickness, quick to dismiss this
- health risk, this kid is next on the death list
- been waiting on his L, like he playing on Tetris
- the weak streak of piss, toilet seat syphilis
- Travis addicted, to twisting one off his wrist
- probably beating his dick, as he listen to this
- then spill his DNA, like a spastic scientist
- kid on a bad trip, flashback from the last hit
- thought he could spit, but now he's getting his ass kicked
- so drastically fat, all his waistbands elastic
- food fanatic, the band he really need is gastric
- flat chicks and trans, actually envy his rack
- cant see his own feet, unless he laying on his back
- which way to McD's? you can bet he knows that
- for a quick snack, he eats like six big macs
- can't finish one lap, nearly has a heart attack
- i thought fat guys, supposed to be dope at rap?
- you wanna be Pun or Heavy D - die from a coronary
- they left a legacy, you're only leaving bad memories
- dead before thirty, like a weekend at bernie's
- gets a hernia jerking, over birds in burkas
- nurses twerkin in skirts, hurts him as he spurting
- nervous to die a virgin, this pervert always searching
- for new porn on youporn, surfing till his balls worn
- the five knuckle shuffle, bustin nut until dawn
- no c.r.e.a.m or vaseline, the friction is extreme
- relations with his hand, thats why he's rarely seen
- he's living like a panda, just eats shoots and leaves
- in his worn out hoody, with the stretched out sleeves
- best believe he's no confidence, in his own look
- he's got more chin, than a chinese phone book
- its levels, looking like a filipino Jay Leno
- when he walk or if he talk, he wobbles like jello
- waiting on death row, he soon be dead though
- got a hold of ya throat, you know i never let go
- breaking him into bits, like he's built out of lego
- he's hasbro, head straight to jail don't pass go
- waiting on his flow, its like watching the grass grow
- he take 'being an asshole', to a whole new plateau..