Battles The_115 vs Dope_Doc
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Just a preview of one of many masterpieces to come, just bow It is gonna be easier for ya, every words rhymes with each-other and perfect-fi
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Dope_Doc won this battle!
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Battle on December 29 2022 and Battle on December 30 2022
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Hello It's me again,
- Mr.Devil will destroy all your wills!
- Cellos It's time to shine make-it all grandiose because I'm gonna cross a line!
- To make it an instrumental-audio played in your radios,
- to make it graved in you heads
- like a movie from Universal-Studio.
- like a crazy from zero, neat t'ill lethals bloodsheds in your beds,
- because you lost your heads playing trying to responding something who's hell's!!!
- What the hell were you thinkin trying to fight-off the devil in embodiment because the only thing you gonna get there is disembodiement.
- I'm just gonna cruelly shut-up this mouth rip-off that fuckin jaw from your skull like there were no law and shove-it right into your ass so you could taste what you say.
- Trust me I'm eager to tear-you into lego-peices with a crowd of meaner words fuckin bustin that heart that is beatin inside that cage of rots with a sword that is made of killer-words.
- You just can't scratch-off that curse that I've draft-on off-you.
- I'm the devil bow-now you just can't swallow those multi-quadrillions scoville-units spiced-turns,
- Can't you hear the death's quarillions ringing ring-in your heads makin-you feels like you were just some bad-bootlegs of previous real legends because your mouth is gettin as empty as a rhum-keg left alone on a pirate's ship deck.
- My curse will for sure give you a quick-look at the Hell leaving-you the taste of sour-diesel lighten with my fire in your mouth while you thought you fought like a brave-soldier but got graved lonlier than ever.
- reading-me will makin-you feels like you're inhaling nitrous-oxyde gettin noxious-feelings behaving so strangely you wouldn't know you got possessed by my sacrilegious posted-texts.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- With the tool these fools disappear call me the Washington Wizard,
- Been on this site for a while, a true Trail Blazer like Damian Lillard.
- Shoppin’ for rocks and, like the vaginal area this glock starts poppin’,
- A rap beat cuz the bodies are droppin’, first name Grass cuz the hips are hoppin’,
- Shitting inside the vocal cords as the corpses hit the fuckin’ floorboards,
- Warlords fuckin’ whores in alleys behind stores better yet, drag ‘em inside the four door Ford,
- Shit, this bitch eats a penis, the Doc has the Glock cocked, keep a racket like Serena ‘n Venus,
- No Mexican joke, but the bag straight beaned is, couldn’t even see us like 2nd comin’ of Jesus,
- You’re delirious thinkin’ we take you serious with your “lyrical lyrical’ shit straight mysterious,
- How you managed to succumb to the hype but lack the dog in you for a fight,
- Like the vision of a blind-man, you’re outta’ sight, we won’t feed you any food more like a wrench pipe.
- Batter the ram, the Glock jammed, what goes on-top of a fuckin’ peanut butter sandwhich man
- Inside my mind strangers are speakin’ a whispering language saying they hate us,
- Tellin’ me to blow my brains with 12 gauges after I write pages of raging hatred.
- Notebooks of composition filled with knowledgeable writtens with stickers of kittens,
- Strayin’ away from politicians and other controversial pieces of bullshittin’ fiction.
- My life has has been gifted with reasons to continue livin’ despite the devil within,
- Rappin’ bout’ cash and drugs used to feel like a win but the decisions became sins