Battles vs Dope_Doc
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- ayo, Dope Doc, u really dope? or is it used as a fucking joke, seen u complaining bout lists
- is there any problem with ur wrist, to typing bout 30 cilcks an hour, i shud resist
- say u artist?...been 4 yrs over here and didnt release more than 6 tracks
- i left u being ignored, thought why do this poor thot wanna battle with me, anyways, u asked for the battles, i gotta make u see
- i saw murdering ur father and sitting on ur mother, gave the effort to pull out a cum like ui see u turning roasted blue
- i am the witness to send u to the hitlist and to destroy ur wishlist
- aint that a section in play store , u r exposed
- think io didnt see u pulling out ur cock, i even took shots of them, its ur postmortem
- i feel the power i haven't felt in ages, might cuz of be the changes occuring in me when i feel someone's bout to die, now there's no forgiveness
- u asking ur fiance wud u marry me but she says i wud better die of leprosy
- desss-paaa-ccitto, will be the only words u be singing after this match
- u dropped the catch, i dont want attached buisness, makes me feeling gay, u wont worry bout that either cuz u have a 100 of em in ur bed,
- seen u spreading rumours on my name, lemme ask, do u even have a name?
- u going insane my dear brother, u might need a real Marvin-Gayne
- u filled with stain, i am filled with saint, get out that barrel of paint and start coating my walls, which i think wud fit for u
- i am gonna grill u into stew, guess i have already, i aint getting this new, i have dealt people worser than u
- true!!!, man its goddamn true! u battle the easies , u making me sneezing, get off from me, u have covid 19
- my lyrical punches are gonna come like lightning, the impact is gonna be worser than a thunder
- i am so sinister, u dont really know, i am ur administrator, bow down in front of me later
- saying u a proffesional pen fucker, go fuck with the cocks, or i will give u knocks, better call me Big Boss
- i know u measure ur cock, doc....just dealt with a puny dog, call me the young pope
- go fill ur socks with presents urselves, santa wont come to bad kids, he might offer kicks, its just for the purpose of fix,
- dope doc, son of a motherfagging bitch, i hold the trophy and u go to the coffin
- u talk too much shit, i dont know whether to offer u a breathe mint or toilet paper
- who told u to write raps in this blind site, if u clouds clear off from here it will be a bright site....so pls....ur mom's calling u, ur dad's preparing his punching gloves, and ur sister, ready to give u sex hopes....
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Make ya talk with the glock, I kill time to destroy emcee's that's why I walk around with a dead clock,
- Just fucking drown in an ocean, seems like you write rhymes while blindfolded,
- Too slow to pick up the pen cuz his fat arm is bloated off of eating them Hostess,
- I'm Dope, and even if you were the DEA, dawg, you still couldn't hold this,
- Stabbing a knife in the epidermis, I'm a devil to this worship, fuck the horse shit,
- Your pen game's a fucking virgin, it dont spill skill, it spills out horrible verses,
- Your rhymes are half assed, they some ass crack like a carpenter,
- Your pencil game couldn't get better even if you stuck it in a sharpener,
- See, you ain't got the tekneek/technique that's why you couldn't beat 'em,
- You wrote a rap against Mav', and in the first line, our fucking eyes were bleeding,
- You're used to disgusting dick sucking motherfuckers in the forum discussions,
- You see my glocks got a filthy mouth like Redd Foxx, Murphy and Carlin cussing,
- You're trying way too hard to be the Doc's nurse, bars? You got nun/none, Sista Blake is cursed,
- Cuz If music was a bitch only way that you would hit, is if I got her wet first,
- Fool, you're screwed, ironic that this "great" hunter has now become food,
- A prey subdued, time to eat his bars like a fat kid to chocolate cake would do,
- Funny you thrash me in this battle but can't write a bar without the Doc's help,
- Just put your pad on the dusty shelf, cuz in a battle, you the type of dude to diss yourself,
- You're just too retarded to catch on, the don slicing necks till it's dawn,
- Bars shit on your face, as if you slept face first on top of your raps outside on the lawn,
- Joined about a month ago, still your raps couldn't do damage to a wet bandage,
- I'll stuff your body in a baggage, nobody cares about you so the cops wont bother to examine,
- My opponents are left hideous, furious they got beat by a figure that's mysterious,
- My rap pad's left with blood, I toss it in the lunch food tray cafeteria during first period,
- More unique than Neek you'll see nobody's doper than the D.O.P.E D.O.C,
- A face them fists can't see, you run train tracks around competition, in your fuckin' sleep,
- Shit, how many gigs is this byte going to fucking blow, nobody knows, I leave 'em with a bloody nose, strangling and dangling off the neighbors hose,
- If you got a bitch, you go get ha', I bring more Peace than Metta,
- And only time I give a true fuck about a DJ is at a fucking Quinceanera,