Battles VAMPY vs Punch_line
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Money from the record label, spend it all on ammo
- Livin' in paranoia, got me livin' like I'm Rambo
- Life is a TV show, if you try me, It'll be canceled
- .223s stick you just like a IV, hospital
- My wifey fuck me off of the whitey, Malcolm middle
- Then I leave that bitch in the past, wow
- I know that I'm such a cash cow
- Nigga, fuck you mean, I'm gettin' this green, I'm gettin' to the cream and cash
- Always I'ma keep a gun on me, I dare if a nigga try and blast
- I already think I'm dyin', ain't finna let
- Two blues to the face, can't see straight
- You leased your car no rebate
- I remember doing Xanax bars in the stars, I was tryna sleep my days away
- I remember feeling washed up like that gold clock around the neck of Flavor Flav
- Nowadays, I wake up and I pray
- That I won't go astray
- Your man just sent you off
- Two dicks in my pants, pause
- One is the clip and one is my cock
- One of 'em will shoot your man in the face
- And the other one, it start abusing your jaw
- Niggas be fake and they incriminate you, will never know if I'm abusing the law
- Wouldn't have it any other way
- Wake up gettin' money every day
- Remember writin' raps in my basement
- Now I'm up in Cali, every day a vacation
- Still takin' drugs to the face
- Pills full of thrills, take the sufferin' away
- Rob your connection, he bufferin', ayy
- I bet you'd kill to be me for a day
- I just want the Rollie with the diamonds in the face
- Glizzy in the Goyard, yeah, it ain't on my waist
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Sitting right on the block writers block
- midnight strikes the clock
- wouldn’t it be tragic if my talent was poof gone like magic
- used to think of mad shit now I just think of mad shit💩pbbt
- its ass get rid of it trash bin
- I done rapped abt my get rich or die tryin tattoo
- and my matching fuck you pay me attitude
- six gun for big funds I’ll blast at you
- come to my home talkin all that row row
- I’ll come out half nekked waiving that bl💥w bl💥w
- you can swallow half a mag of nine milly
- for tryna kill me in other words you dyin silly
- I lost my job time to change zip codes on em
- new occupation makin big boi dollas
- side inlegit business pushin zips for the commas
- hustlers ambition if I’m sittin in the shade
- I’m missing out on gittin payed
- that shit don’t sit wit jake
- and when I’m not working I’m in the range yup
- or I’m curlin 50lbs weights up
- them fuckboys ain’t lickin shit I’m gangsta
- deep in the woods it’s like the Wild West
- gunfights punch a guy right through the saloon window
- waltz through it talkin shit spinning two long pistols
- while I steal someone’s drink out they hand and calmly whistle
- there’s a new outlaw in town I tip my hat n drop a nickel
- place two rounds in the guy from befores temple
- My mind is a crazy place every day try to contain it within the pages
- Sometimes it spill out and then shit get dangerous