Battles Dystrac vs
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You real bold steppin into the Lions’ den
- Get bucked like Broncos when this Colt will bring you silence
- The science is, I’ll Ram through this hoe like mad Titans and
- I’m Ravenous, the Chargers that I Pack can crack a frightened man
- So Pace yourself, I’m a King the way I spit this Heat
- So here’s a Nugget of advice, don’t just rinse repeat
- Cause niggas know the way I Rock it, I be Blazin’ em
- Y’all can tell this bitch my Son the way I’m raisin’ him
- Rinse repeat, y’all can tell this bitch my son the way I’m raisin’ him
- Stomp him like some grapes til he whining, I ain’t savin’ him
- Hold up, wait a minute I ain’t finished
- I ain’t stopping either, not until that ego is diminished
- I’m zooming, this nigga outta sync and feeling jet lag
- I’ll waterboard you, wring your neck out like a wet rag
- Doing sixteen cause if more, that’s excessive
- Too impressive for ya? I can tell, you getting too defensive
DEFENDER'S RAP
- (Aye) I do this shit for the riches, the digits, the dough/
- We dropping bitches like December snow/
- rain money bitch and we put on a show, I Houdini this dick in her throat/
- (Verse #2)
- (Yo) I be colder than the waters of Minnetonka in December, go Willy Wonka, eat the beat up just like it’s chocolate, bitches want some Kisses, pulled my dick out and told em sit up on it, I be sick of all this/
- Barely been moving through life like I got me Cerebral Palsy, my cerebral pauses, in the presence of marijuana, I be choking on it, like the ganja wants me a goner/
- (Yo) I’m in the whip, Up In Smoke, like I Cheech/
- I burn the reefer (reef up)
- like flames in the sea/
- No dynasty for me, baby I’m so horny, so whorish, I tried all yo sisters, but I want yo porridge, you think you important, but I got assortments, of bitches and some of them foreign/
- (Aye) Some of em foreign like they was imported, high class like Bugatti, shawty give me sloppy, until that shit boring/
- (Yo) Point of this song is to stop y’all from snoring, you stuck in yo sleep like the Xanax at work and, I flex on y’all just like the rope that’s supporting, the sauce that I got call it Prego cuz bitches be fiending for my baby’s like it was morphine/
- (Chorus 2) x2
- (Aye) I do this shit for the riches, the digits, the dough/
- We dropping bitches like December snow/
- rain money bitch and we put on a show, I Houdini this dick in her throat/