Battles vs Dope_Doc
RULES
Rules: Rap about some wavy shit, write 30 lines minimum, no dissing. I used a beat.
Max of 35 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Flying from coast to coast
- But I'm never switching sides
- My side and main bitch love me
- Call them bitches sister wives
- Nike, checklist, I do that shit
- It's always do, it's never die
- Chain on my neck so wet
- When I wear it it looks like I cried
- I'm so down to earth
- I don't get cheesed when bitches say I'm fly
- Ya'll said summer was yours
- Ya'll aint pop yet got us asking did July?
- I always get some more
- Every summer, man I get right
- Ya'll boys said can I get a minute
- Ya'll ain't been popping in a minute
- Everyone has an opinion
- But I only care if they're from the women
- Ya'll niggas swear you're winning
- Check the score, ya'll got no time for chillin
- Girl don't tell me how you're feeling
- You can do that while you're sucking
- The lean is what I'm sipping
- I'm not the type to do tipping
- Living a rockstar lifestyle
- Got the skinny jeans and they're ripping
- Man its funny when niggas think they're popping off
- Then I hit their bitch up and she starts taking her top off
- I'm the man, I know who I am like Dirty Dan
- First night I fucked that bitch, man, I think she was a fan
- Creampied a New York bitch, B, but at least she got a plan
- I slid in that bitches DM's with fear cause I don't give a damn
DEFENDER'S RAP
- 4 Years on and I'm still underrated, the hatred has long faded,
- But the hunger for greatness has got me suffocating 'n anxious,
- Who cares about being famous, you gotta conversate with satan,
- I want the greatest to make a statement and judge my creativeness,
- Throughout these short years I've had battles with dozens of undertakers,
- I'm anticipating to enter greatness and battle with him on a daily basis,
- You see because I can be just as hardcore, till the pen drops on the floor,
- And yeah I got a few dozen wins but I feel like the respect matters more,
- Than some loser behind a computer squashing each and every new user,
- In front of the viewers who question whether I got any fucking direction,
- It's hard to keep your pen-game perfection while coping with depression,
- Truth is, the sadder the song gets, the softer my fucking brain gets,
- Then you threaten to squeeze your neck, or start overdosing on meth,
- Because the bully came up to the deck, and pointed his golden tech,
- So you blame it all on that, and you're assigned to receive therapy,
- But they can't understand that you're so consumed with jealousy,
- Because your friends are fake, and all of them treat you as a parody,
- Your girlfriend voluntarily chose the dude with the temporary popularity,
- The man is destined to be an athlete, who's always on time at track meet,
- Born into excellence, walks over the little guy who deals with defecits,
- Walks home every day, robbed by Mexicans with bandanna of skeletons,
- Back when I was toxic and my credibility was near the point of destruction,
- I was born into the world without the proper instruction, but fuck it,
- I remember going back home and finding some disgusting notes,
- That were aimed at me and I couldn't help but shed a couple tears,
- And watch as I turned alcoholic and my friends were a couple of bears,
- But damn, I miss the old Rap pad that's wasn't half bad as this crap,
- That I write now, I don't write as good as I used to but I know it's right,
- And I'ma keep putting up a fight and stay till' I see the eyes of God's light,