Battles darkage vs Atheist-Christ
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I told you, I'm in the studio
- How many times you gon' call me?
- Goddamn, this bitch trippin' (skrrt, skrrt)
- (94 don't need no brakes, yeah)
- Coco Chanel, you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell
- Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself?
- Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt
- Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel
- Oh my God, why is shawty tryna test me?
- Too turnt up in the back of the jetstream (yeah)
- Can't be cuffed, but she tryin' to arrest me
- Lyin' to impress me, dyin' to forget me
- I can't keep singin' all my songs for ya
- You keep on ringin' me, goes on and on
- Can't seem to figure out what's wrong with ya (woah)
- Checking your temperature, thermometer
- Seems like lately
- You're Coco crazy
- Coco Chanel, you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell
- Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself?
- Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt
- Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel
- Coco, no Chanel (woo)
- Super pretty chocolate nigga, she say she can tell
- Make her feel like I'm from heaven, but I still put up through hell
- They wasn't 'bout what I was 'bout
- Them niggas ain't rock the way that I rocked
- I realized they ain't mean me well (let's go)
- Told her don't call my phone with all that nice shit (oh, no)
- Double C's on the belt correlate the ice hit (bling, bling)
- Gettin' to know me right now is highly unlikely
- 'Cause I still remember the days
- When people like you ain't like me, bitch
- Seems like lately (but fuck that, you know)
- You're Coco (I ain't even trippin', you know what I mean?)
- Crazy (I'm doin' good without you)
- (Go)
- Coco Chanel, you ain't really 'bout it, I can tell
- Coco Chanel, can you keep your hands to yourself?
- Coco Chanel, double-C lock on the belt
- Coco Chanel, Coco Chanel
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Don’t start the beef it’s clogging all your arteries you ain’t slick as all the grease.
- Ain’t built like how the farmers eat raise you from a babe just to carve the meat.
- Over here in J town the worst place found tragic and backwards.
- We got the heroine game down but y’all must got all of them backwoods,
- and every place now everybody play around like strange clowns tryna act hood.
- All fun and games now all thorns in sides like porcupines smoking on cactus.
- Imagine if real types new of your address actress you can get snatched quick-
- in a windowless van with a nasty mattress gagging on rags quick.
- Gagging on mad dick sometimes the madness just has to get that sick.
- This ain’t the way the streets acting this just how the CIA training their assets. Where are your taxes?
- Paying for brainwashing the youth of the nation now you got the youngest evangelist.
- Fuck that I be the Atheist Christlike bring always true illumination like a candle wick.
- Fuck the first world and its fake problems I’m taking all your fucking crypto.
- Ima run this cursed world like grave robbers like breaking in your crypt, oh!
- Fist broke ya face leave it throbbing lookin like you lookin for dick tho how your head bobbing!
- I’m the best alive it’s said often but who else you know been ducking shells since they was a toddler?