Battles j_6 vs JugheadOnTheBeat
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You’re way too big for you boots
- I’m getting too big for the shirt
- Cause my left hand made for the food
- My right for wiping off smirks
- Same dudes always gotta chat so rude
- But don’t dare put my name in the dirt
- See these hands be picking up lies
- So don’t cry when I say the truth hurts
- And when I say it hurts, I mean it hurts
- It hurts when your mums in a fucking hearse
- Don’t hide it with a smile, don’t hide it with a curse
- Your death would be the grace of the universe
- You think you’re big, you think you own rap
- No care for others just care for the racks
- This ain’t my opinion this is straight facts
- I’ll make sure your an ancient artefact
- You come at others just for the views
- And then when they come back you make an excuse
- But now it’s too late, there is no excuse
- So now it’s time for us to review
- Your songs are shit, you sound like a cat
- And you didn’t think we knew that?
- Good luck in your fight, you’re gonna get smashed
- Think twice about giving me slack
- You’re way too big for you boots
- I’m getting too big for the shirt
- Cause my left hand made for the food
- My right for wiping off smirks
- Same dudes always gotta chat so rude
- But don’t dare put my name in the dirt
- See these hands be picking up lies
- So don’t cry when I say the truth hurts
- You’re halfway there but you’ll never get back
- You can’t gamble like it’s blackjack
- Man’s not hot big up to Big Shaq
- Mans fucking cold once I’m done with this rap
- Don’t scream at the sting
- Don’t pick up my phone when it rings
- Don’t let the folks know that I got gold
- Just keep your eyes off my fucking bling
- Be calm when you take a glance
- Cause this the thing that will make you dance
- Got a thermal just chilling on the tower
- And my bread still hidden in France
- Vous piquez à deux côtés
- tu n'apprends jamais rien
- Bet you didn’t know what that meant
- Because your thick head can’t learn French
- You’re way too big for you boots
- I’m getting too big for the shirt
- Cause my left hand made for the food
- My right for wiping off smirks
- Same dudes always gotta chat so rude
- But don’t dare put my name in the dirt
- See these hands be picking up lies
- So don’t cry when I say the truth hurts
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //Lioncub Verse 1//
- Intrepid and I'm intricately still at
- it whether I'm whimsically erratic
- But now I'm not livid or pissed
- at shit though it inevitably will happen
- And as for the flippancy I withstand it
- guess I'm just built differently in rapping
- Your parlance and skillset it keeps dampening
- and jughead is lyrically stillmatic
- So no doubt that we'll wash you blokes, like we turned on a water hose
- But I'm not one to stop the show, even if I had to water hoes
- If I had to punctuate all your flows, then I'd leave you in a comatose
- Breathtaking like I'm on a toke, still I get by like I said adios
- Plan to keep running shit like a laxative, even on my bidet rightfully
- Can't hold a candle to me, yet you seek cake while I see cake like a tween
- Regardless of whether I'm disconsolate, derogative or pissed off at shit
- These paroxysms are viewed as in the octagon,
- cuz there's innate sides to me
- Not to exclaim violently, cuz that's besides the point if you're into it
- So no wonder it's out of the question, hence why I punctuate rivalry
- This tracks like a quoit, cuz I went through the ringer when I wrote it
- And like a tied knot, my paper renews
- so I ain't never broke bitch
- I'm hell - bent on proving myself
- so I don't show the knockers to the door
- Though I maunder ludicrously till my
- motherfucking goddamn nukes are empty
- But like clockwork I'm in form now that I'm blatant,
- guess I got a lot of time on my hands
- And I stay corrected like an escapement,
- just hope I don't wind up in the can.
- //JugheadOnTheBeat Verse 1//
- Ae ae ae Ooh oh yuh ae!
- Bitch You got the antidote?!
- Well I got this anecdote!
- Last time fucka' run on me
- Dat lil tigga caught this smoke
- I just upped him with my Colt
- Tha' bish struck him like a bolt
- When I see you broke ass tiggas
- Swear duh God I just revolt!
- Imma slit him in hid throat
- Tha' bish drown just like a boat !
- Choking on his fuckin' blood
- Casket closed just like uh tote!
- When I shoot up wih dis gat that bish it go rat uh tat
- Dat bish he goan go tuh sleep Layed him out jus like a mat
- Just because I want some cheese doesn't mean I want uh rat!
- All my pockets they is fat All yo music bish it's whack
- Dat lil tigga thought it sweet but I don't suga' coat
- I got racks but no damm coat Bish we rich like Lil Boat
- Mane I jumped into the splesh Then I went an did the desh
- Left his ass an did duh desh Kilt his ass jus like i'm Thresh
- An they call me out the Oven Cuz' i'm so fuckin' fresh