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,