Battles  Sixtano vs Dope_Doc

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Dope_Doc won this battle!

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Battle on February 20 2022

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Trying to figure how to get figures now
  • Pressure piles no towel smokin vowels
  • My own vows don't bow down thunder sound
  • Under the cloud
  • Never proud of circumstances devil dances
  • God demands shit no hand grip
  • Sand slipped in the hour glass
  • Minutes have passed
  • Spit Everlast like boxing above my class
  • Above the math
  • The Stats ever growing
  • Plan unfolding not mine I'm just a man showing
  • You my soul through a pen
  • Hole within my skin poor as shit
  • I can't afford to live
  • We struggle in a fancy way
  • Hustle then blow like a hand grenade
  • Instead of hate just switch shoes
  • Missiles through pencils
  • Shadows out to get you
  • Ran into a few you can't be related to food
  • Disregard get checked like the plate no mistake
  • Missing steak it's a race fuck your faith
  • It mine I guess but I digress you're still blessed
  • No direction needed compass with weed bits
  • All over move forward I'm golden I show awards
  • Through these wars forever going mind frozen

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Shawty on the floor and her pussy wet like a damn pond, she ain't fucking just one dude, she fucking the whole squad,
  • Her lipstick stains red like a tampon, catching touchdowns in her pussy like Brady in Tampa right in his damn palm,
  • Like Iraq, the pussy was the damn bomb, and she was screamin' double oh's like her relative was none other than James Bond,
  • Come fuck with a real killer but just stay calm, you got a nice figure bet you could fit the dick for free like with a coupon,
  • Fitting it, in her clit, as she begins swallowing kids, my bars are raw like my sex cuz we fuckin' till the condom rips,
  • Make her lick all the jiz, she picks up with her lips, I deal with fake bitches all the time just like a surgeon deals with fake titts,
  • It's hard visualizing that this crown could ever fit all sizes, analyzing these liars, playin' fucked up games, and winning fucked up prizes,
  • So nothing ever surprises, and I've been surpassing dudes who I used to be idealizing, but their skill is what I am now specializing,
  • I took the Rap Pad battle realm and became somewhat of a decent writer, I pop pussies like an officer placing spike strips to pop a criminals tires,
  • My raps are hardcore slappin' monks on the fuckin' floor, fuckin' whores in their four door fords, pussy stuck with a fork,
  • Pussy disgusting like pork, no one can afford a trip in my world, so them nerds bow down galore,
  • Dope Doc, killa, sprayin' AK's like Lysol, as the lights get dimmer, I'ma sinner, bird DNA, I'ma bread winner,
  • Bodies floating in the river, eating livers of sinners for dinner, songs that whisper death, and smell like liquor,
  • I was bullied half my life in school, then they wonder I slammed that dude's neck on a stool,
  • His mouth oozin' drool, punks of descending ridicule, caught lackin' in the back of his mother's swimming pool,
  • Eating mags for breakfast, necklaces and watches all mine, dawg, looking like I just hit the lotto,
  • pussy poppin and gettin' money the motto,

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