Battles  Maverick vs RDA

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BYOB Veterans vs Rookies Card (Written) | 22 Bars

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THIS BATTLE IS OVER

Maverick won this battle!

2 ROUNDS

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Battle on September 29 2019

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Leave it up to me to just see if luck redeems this 16 year old Russian's previous defeat enough to beat me once, see it was easy rushin' 16 and won.
  • Fuck it Mavvy gon' cut to the chase like a B-line run, this man he's unhappy rapping sappy like a tree does, in fact he needs a hug,
  • Naturally, actually some deeper love, Bridget fucked ya feelings up – angry, restraining from saying the C-word, "Cunt"
  • She's the one, she's the bumblebee's knees, she done stung ya "drop dead gorgeous" – Forlorn, now ya teenage lungs send forth E-cig puffs,
  • Beating up an effigy of grief, releasing some tension, second-guessin' affection if she knew what the meaning was;
  • With charm H-I's how it starts, hearts spark partnership, startlingly y'all depart and no longer believe in love.
  • From Cool J to Kool K, Big L to M-Trill, it's Doomsday you'll soon face, until ya sit still and read this much,
  • I'm the Punisher; the subculture's front-runner of muscular gun busters, and I know N-O's what ya screaming but,
  • When I go for the throat, unload and blow ya whole dome it's not ya social stroll over to P-town – where homos get they peener sucked.
  • My recommendable help is don't be skeptical by ya elemental level towards someone else special 'cause anyone's eligible to be disreputable – pull a Q-tip from a St.'s ear there's gunk
  • Just don't finagle betrayal in playfully painful labels, curve-balls can be angles too, turn a U to a V, they'll be unable to take the heat of such.
  • I dub ya ex wise, you're the best of the Z-list – must have enough experience of people steerin' clear of ya,
  • 'Cause I left R.D.A. out of the scheme above ^ And just like your mother's Will, you weren't even once spoken briefly of.
  • This a grave occurrence, try to stand your ground playing musical chairs bitch you're clearly too young for your feet to touch
  • My talent is your challenge, your talent has no prowess, I've outed a thousand with the same technique so allow me to deconstruct:
  • Highlighting references? Weak as fuck (√) Run-on sentences? Weak as fuck (√) Thinking your wordplay is the best when I could bet that a percentage of what you've said – I've already seen it done
  • These next hits echo his poetic shit, I read it, dissected it, now trying to make sense of it:
  • "People call me feminine" – Gee no wonder, being Russian dressin' like a faggot in Fashionista Month.
  • "I'm a Cooper like Bradley" / "Button my jacket like Benjamin" – Poor executions; two different uses, I glue 'em and assume an excuse for underage boozin' 'cause you're clearly drunk.
  • "I'm a drug addict and a chronic smoker" – Zany with 4 bars, wacky tobaccy bagging an insta-gram, he's only a star on Social Media.
  • The only time you hit the stage, coach, is playing Artie A.
  • "A soaken Trojan still fully potent, this shit a virus fuck this horsin’" – When ya knee jump please keep it a buck tell her it's gonorrhea and just stick to the finger fucking but, next time bring some gloves

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • A rematch? Lemme grab another weed batch, my "aim" too high so clearly you're a mismatch
  • Every wordplay you pronounce is a reach, the announcer announces you're fouled out like Dwight Powell bitch
  • Stomach pumps you’re sick, Maverick, your style is tragic bits, my habits are causing gastric panics no wonder you got this frantic shit
  • In fact my tactic is to leave you Dumbfoundead like Patrick, your goons all squares around your dick just like the Asian pornos have it
  • The sarcastic inversion won’t “fly” in-this-version, my plain lines have burdens with more weight causin’ overexertion
  • Your senseless big sentences with metaphorical word taste, are more misplaced than kids born from a whore’s waist
  • Wait, Shhh you hear that... it’s clear quiet peace -- better than hearing your piece bout some bear who wanders round’ the streets
  • “Something bugs the bear...Evermore, beseeching Death to bless this mess.”
  • Oh my god you’re a poet I guess, someone asked Maverick, “How many times have you used a thesaurus?” - his reply was “Yes”
  • Fucker we all got “Google”, I can write just like you, if you’re new to Maverick let me give you the preview
  • “My identification is Maverick, indubitably thou shall not have heard of me, my craft is pronouncing absurdity and writing a English nursery”
  • How the fuck can a faggot like this ever murder me? My battles I diss-close so my lyrics can hit you personally
  • You’re washed up, already beat him up with a clean uppercut to put him back on the shelf
  • The votes were against me due to your respect, here take a look for yourself
  • If you consider that a win, then I call that Jeremy Lin, cause you bench warming while my hard hittin’ punches makin your cerebral “ring”
  • On this website, I promise I’m a rare sight, got you scoped in like Bambi, my dear/deer I always snipe
  • The description on your profile says that you’re a “Writer”, surprised you didn’t say “I use English lexicon and I’m a rapping fighter”
  • Your use of English is so fucking unessecary, like plague masks situated on faces of a apothecary
  • You’re on a winning streak? Well that’s a bummer, I’ll fuck your Peach lookin ass cause its-a-me the Plumber
  • Lookie, it’s the Vets vs Rookies, BYOB is going to see the legend get destroyed by an alleged pussy...
  • If that’s the case, then you’re a copycat and that’s a writer crime, my dawgs bout to “declaw” you, this shit is over...time!

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