Battles Gresta vs Dope_Doc
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Your breath the reason people commit suicide
- Maybe that's the real reason that your sister died
- Y'all were not born yet, y'all were still inside
- Your momma's womb when your magic was applied
- But is it magic? No...it's just your bad breath
- It's the thing people look for when they need instant death
- But don't be happy, dont be glad cos it's not so good
- Your bad breath the reason we've got lots of rotten food
- When you wanna say something, make it kinda dope
- Unlike your stinks which probably killed the pope
- Well let's not forget that your fart always ignites a rope
- I'm still wondering how your lungs and liver cope
- Ha I'm surprised that you've come just to be slain
- You hate yourself so much, you causing you much pain
- I've taken out your heart, now it's time to take your veins
- I never knew a bitch who's slain can rise to die again
- Your breath can bring a dead person back to life
- Make him scream and kill himself again with a knife
- You scare away children, separate husband and wife
- With that smelly stinky breath that can melt a puppy's eyes
- You're probably the reason we've got icebergs
- When the water feels the breath, it freezes in 2 secs
- It makes the healthy blind and give people crippled legs
- It's the main thing that caused your ancestors death
- Your breath's probably what made your dick a chew toy
- Started from your brain, then down began to destroy
- That's why you're so dumb, just like a decoy
- Your real self was the first hin that your breath enjoyed
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Rat's with sticks, call 'em Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles,
- I'ma deranged human engine driven verbal words are hurtful,
- These emcee's corrupted like a fuckin' video game server,
- throw this fat boy a slider, oh I'm talking about a left over burger,
- Battling a fuckin' raccoon, softer than a plastic spoon I assume,
- this is like a coon in batting practice against Acuna, on the moon,
- I just spit my two cents and you haven't been shit since,
- bang your head off the metal tent, take ya ass down with a forceful blitz,
- Coming up against, a lyrical warrior to be reckoning assembling,
- a pair of threatening menacing sentences quite unsettling,
- You ain't no gangster, on a battle you're more like the punching bag,
- making us laugh cuz your momma was a hag, your dad was a fag,
- And you keep resembling the douchebag with that faggety black hat,
- More like a paintball shooter, typa' dude to put sparkles on a scooter,
- produce your future and predict that your written's shall always be bloopers,
- My bars burn worse when they're Breaking as Bad as chemicals,
- your bars are all based off of the genital experiences at an LGBT festival,
- I'm as hardcore as Tyson throwing venomous hay makers at his therapist,
- This fuckin' arrogance you carry is that of a feminist with benefits,
- Keep fuckin around and the Doc might be fuckin' ya female relative,
- No apologies when I dismantle rascals in this diligent war,
- Nuts to the floor, the bitch came back beggin' for more horror 'n gore,
- How the fuck are you going to step up to me when you're stature is miniature,
- lyrically I'm stomping on your brain with an extinguisher, can't distinguish it,
- The hell with it, Raccoon is staying celibate, sensitive skeleton,
- Passing IQ over 100 like a Pelican, feed this dude nuts, like an elephant,