Battles  Comeback vs Dope_Doc

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Max of 21 lines

THIS BATTLE IS OVER

Dope_Doc won this battle!

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Battle on February 3 2022

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • I put a marvelous hip-hop track
  • I don't need hacks because I don't slack
  • 20 lines are like 20 nights
  • Kidding, I write 40 in 10 minutes
  • Back in the day, I was hungry
  • Trying to be the best of my country
  • Got in the position I wanted
  • Then, my comfort started
  • Yeah, I got less anxiety and my life is great
  • But I need money to put food on my plate
  • I will get one when the time is right
  • It's past midnight, I'm about to take flight
  • I'm not Jordan, but, the pen are my feet and the pad is the freethrow line
  • Dunked and not getting dunked on
  • I rap, I don't sing songs
  • Shoutout to my brothers in rappad
  • Shoutout to Dope we are making this battle track
  • Write, Battle, Forum, the new version of Rock, Paper, Scissors

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Send you to the E.R after I put 49 in ya ass like my name was George Kittle,
  • All about cheese, egg McGriddle, so soon as your stage-name hits the market the price will triple,
  • Your new alias will be wheel-chair-man after you’re crippled, plus your chick says your Wayne is little/Lil,
  • I bring the pain to the middle, hard to understand your raps it’s like an Enigma-based riddle,
  • We’ll whip you with a pistol, so lyrical that by reading these rhymes the harm caused will feel like it’s physical,
  • I don’t feel the pain like anesthesia, this donkey suffers from amnesia for thinking his skill will come outta an encyclopedia.
  • The battle land is locked like Armenia, reporting it to the media that this reptilia is easy to make bleed like Leukemia,
  • I’ll wound this soldier but I won’t heal the scars, I smoke emcee’s like cigars, face like the Joker, straight carved,
  • As you’re hooked to an I.V, I’ma eat a Granola Bar while you sit there with no choice BUT TO starve,
  • You're behind these bars I’m spittin’ without guards, and I'm about to throw away the Prison key,
  • I'll sell your body parts individually, I spread negativity, you’ll be screaming in pain saying ‘duh duh duh duh’ like 5th Symphony.
  • You have no idea what you are doing, this 'CRIP' will die fast because he cannot be granted a BLOOD transfusion,
  • Sentences written in red ink like Independence when dripping, peasants pencils descending into chickens as I STICK my dick in his bitches kitten,
  • Our winning percentages could never be co-extensive, cuz like Cobra Kai, my bars are winnin' by simply being offensive,
  • On your corpse I will pee for fuckin' with me, chop your penis off as I laugh at this dweeb as he expresses ineffective screams!
  • Your talent is equivalent to that of Haiti Baby, dick full of rabies, Your rhymes couldn't FLOW/FLO even if you were the fucking Progressive Lady,
  • Every track you've "written" is on your arm, Jack, and from these death sentences I am handing out there won't be a COME BACK,
  • Girlfriends on my ball sack, she wants me to CUM on her BACK, sike, Dope Doc doesn't fuck tramps!

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