King-Law vs Anonymous

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Anonymous won this battle!

CHALLENGER'S RAP

First name psycho, last name puppet, uh oh daddy stopped fundin your rap career time to work at Geico
I'm the puppet master, pullin your strings makin you say shit that you never wanted to say like "damn King-Law is the better rapper"
Your careers finna go down the shitter, like the Saints stadium back in '05
Your raps are plain and simple like a cinnamon bun wit no glazin, or like a classic fun center without the fun
I'm the king of my own empire, your just my slave that I'll sell to any buyer
Can't show your face after this battle, makin people wonder where you at like Where's Waldo
Makin this shit look easy like dippin a chip in pico de gallo
I can't ignore the fact that psycho came out to and said he likes guys oh...
Didn't mean to expose you like that, but lets get back to the facts
Like the fact that your, and you were so fat that you couldn't make it to the john and shat
And the fact that your bestfriends a cat, and you sit in front of a screen with the lights off like a bat
Throwin dirt on your name like a door mat, whatcha gonna do about it nothin, cuz your punchlines are softer than a minky blanket
You say I'm hurtin your pride, well be a man a fake it,or go with chachadarapgod and take it

Challenger

DEFENDER'S RAP

You liked the sports references last battle? Well think the Olympics, I’m openin with flames
Word to the Russian team, on a track you can see I’m the dopest in the game
Meet the devil in the flesh known for gettin to the bread cause I go against the grain
You ain’t even know how to spit, fuck the rose in ya pic I got em puttin roses on ya grave
Got no life outside of battles and that’s comin from me, you keep gettin laid to rest just get some fuckin sleep
The way you watered the battle section down I knew initially KL couldn’t measure up to me
There’s layers to this shit, just ask ya graveyard plot when you get killed tonight
Pick a fight and I’m puttin Law in the foundation homie it ain’t the Bill of Rights
You gettin outclassed since I got a pen but I ain’t the one you really wanna test
Think the French Revolution, when it comes to 16s I could even kill King off the head
I’m writin nothin but flames, think a Mukbang, y’all bout to see the worst of bodies
Just cause you proclaim ya self King, James, don’t go thinkin ya words are godly
Ya mama’s a dime and all of the time she sells herself out for half a dollar, for all we know I am ya father
But she got the worst of the tang like Cappadonna, her son only posted up cause you an avid blogger
Think you gonna blow up? Don’t make me laugh and holler, ya ego may be big but this casket smaller
He’s history! Not to put a label on em but we ain’t seen King-Law get signed since the Magna Carta

Defender