Battles RDA vs LACINYC
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- “how in the fuck should i start this off
- dropping bombs tossing Molotov's
- spit some fire call it holocaust
- in the zone jot it off the top" (beggining of his song "So Cold")
- I came out with your own lyrics just to show your profile a message
- That a slice of your life never had a sight of aggressive
- You’re just an oil sucking leech who’s never been that impressive
- Cause you stick up to people and your style screams excessive
- But fuck the indirect punches, I came to show how you didn’t take in to factor
- That the fact of the matter is that you’re too happy and trustful to chatter
- And you’re blind to the truth, you are LACkIN to understand Y not (C)seeing fakes is a hazard
- Wait a gullible cracker, no wonder your name stands for cynical backwards
- Fuck man you are nowhere near to my standards, to be honest I’m kinda mad
- That I gotta waste an hour of my life putting the pen to the pad just to leave him sad
- Sucking dick is your favorite hobby and to bring some examples
- Maverick’s ample balls are so far your Adam’s Apple that’s why you can’t hold up a candle
- That lisp in your lisps got you sounding like Conway
- I’m a Machine from the West, please make room in the walkway
- How can you say lines bout bombs, bitch why can’t you quit all the horseplay
- You are such fucking faggot, bet you get drunk off a Palm Bay
- Fuck MGK… does that somehow refresh your memory
- Even I am a Stan, but that shit is just borderline garbage and plain unnecessary
- When I read it over I almost had a heart attack, excruciating pain
- You can say the fucking lyrics were made by words in vain
- “what the actual fuck wack dude with tattoos in bad mood
- cause dad chooses to come back at you massive oof”
- Have you practiced writing dude, or do you have a fucking disability
- Cause I have dis’ ability to write my whole verse cynically
- It’s like your suiciding, I am using you against yourself
- I’m the leader of my republic, you don’t share my common-wealth
- On my way to top the ladder, it is sad you’re so delusional
- I will see you in some years, unless this verse will cause a funeral
DEFENDER'S RAP
- been watching you running around battling gathering clout
- and seeing it backfire once maverick starts shouting you out
- girls more of a whore than snow white sleeping with seven dwarfs
- thinking im easy prey, i aint no boomer falling for indian tech support
- your ashamed to lose, so after every battle you go on soundcloud and delete the proof
- think hes being cool, with his roof underneath his shoes, theres still a long way between me and u
- u staying up all night working on your album just to findout the final ones the finest
- so you scrap everything you wrote as a whole,
- but left the last song before u had the chance to rewrite it
- maybe if you spent less time on loose leaf, and more on producing,
- you could be notably dope. but ur writtens are all that'll ever be known,
- cause noone's gonna listen to u spitting on your nokia phone
- i dissed myself, gave you all the info u needed, i done scoured the web, now my sources depleted
- now im up at 4 in the morning forming disses, landing blows so hard you'd need more than a kleenex
- GL finding it with this corona virus shit, but if u tryna stay up all night to write again,
- you looking scrawnier than i am kid, please take some vitamins
- i cant stress it enough its an easy hit mate, dont need a scope, i can see your ribcage
- so fucking malnourished prolly aint seeing shit straight,
- got me questioning if this bitch even gets laid
- sleep deprived, weak ass lines, knocking you off stage,
- cause i never rest, never needed no cooldown phase
- ill soften up the coffin where u now lay, once i pop u stay, like ur father's pullout game
- religiously bumping your song for listeners monthly,
- boosting your goddamn ego into thinking its lovely
- "oh my god, they want signatures from me"
- tear you open and its getting bloody like prisoners buttcheeks
- before recording, you tryna get a burst of confidence, bitch revert to common sense
- when i pull up, im armed with 2 fucking 90's, i came to the game to assert my dominance
- cause bitch, i already know all u got to say, im a trap or pedo whos prolly gay
- and ive lost to everyone whos gone my way, quit sucking my dick with that tonsil play
- bitch, you write your songs prolly hoping it atleast comes off as a little thought provoking
- so let off the dick if u gonna stop the choking, how the fuck is that for THOT provoking