Battles shadow_hyde vs Dope_Doc
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- The devil came home now he’s back again
- Started from the bottom now he’s up again!
- You think you’re the ruler but you ain’t got a crown’
- Yeah!
- TRY TO BEAT HIM YOU’LL NEVER WIN!
- ‘My lucifer was lonely yeah!
- THEY ARE A SECRET!
- AND THAT’S HOW IT IS YOU CANT CHANGE IT
- IM THE DEVIL YEAH!
- Try to beat me now but you’ll only choke up
- YEAH!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- You don't know what hip hop is, this written will leave your hip hopping,
- When the Doctor stops and knocks your motherfucking head unconscious,
- This loss will leave the kid plotting, not giving a fuck who's watching,
- A dangerous but common, bombing on me cuz I tossed 'em in a coffin,
- He's nothing but a sidekick like Robin, his Sides Kicked in in this boxing,
- He's sent home wobbling, can't even cross the street without coughing out the blood and egg noggin,
- The bullets impaled, challenging me dawg, see, now that's where you failed,
- You'll feel a sting when you inhale, tried winning this with all your might, to no avail,
- I'm like Rocky in the comeback, axe in hand straight to the chest, like a lumberjack,
- Flash bang, I let it rain on your parade cuz you're rap is whack, and that's that,
- You're such a phony, a disgrace that I really hate, wipe your face off the earth,
- Your verse is a curse to those who put they soul in this, career thrown in a hearse,
- I'm ready for combat, applied the bullet proof vest, no need for it, we aim for the head,
- Drop dead on your bed, stomp your throat till blood spills from the neck,
- Call the fuckin' coroner to put your sped ass in a corner, bitch, get wrecked,
- You don't want to see Dope Doc at his best, cuz he's a handful,
- Like a bag of grenades thrown at you, an asshole, drown you in jammed pool,
- The lyricist is real with this, my written's cutting these idiots, shitting on 'em like pigeons, body bag just fidgets,