The_115 vs Dope_Doc

Battles The_115 vs Dope_Doc

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try to not be trash this time, I looked at your rhymes and... pathetic, stop trying imitating better than you and simply be yourself bud.

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Dope_Doc won this battle!

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Battle on December 26 2022 and Battle on December 30 2022

CHALLENGER'S RAP

There ain't never ever had any heaven promised after death, only dark'n death.
Walking on earth like an archangel of death in the darkness. (darkness)-----whisper-----
spreading death among the seven-seas,
you wouldn't believe your eyes what you're gonna see!
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Of your own corpse you're gotta get fed-on, (fed-on)-----echo-----
calling-you a lone whore sorry bitch you gonna get grazed-on. (grazed-on)-----echo-----
Prisoner of my succubus your soul gotta get sucked-on, (sucked-on)-----echo-----
what are-you playin-at pokin-at me because now I'm gonna make you fade-off. (fade-off)-----echo-----
I'm gonna making-sure you won't ever gonna be able to get a stant-off. (stand-off)-----echo-----
Sir you ran-out of luck now I'm gotta use my glock to make-you fuck-off. (fuck-off)-----echo-----
What are-you gonna do now if your head is gettin chopped-off. (chopped-off)-----echo-----
You tell me because when we die the light is gettin switched-off!!!!! (switched-off!!!!!)-----shouting-----
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Hello It's me again,
Mr.Devil (Devil) will destroy all your wills (as I wish)!
Cellos It's time to shine (like sunshine) make-it all grandiose because I'm gonna cross a line! (more a crime)
To make it an instrumental-audio played in your radios,
to make it graved in you heads (like a lead in your heads)
like a movie from Universal-Studio,
like a crazy from zero, neat t'ill lethals bloodsheds in your beds, (some leads in your heads)
because you lost your heads playing trying to responding something who's hell's!!! (Who shreads!)
What the hell were you thinkin trying to fight-off the devil in embodiment because the only thing you gonna get there is disembodiement. (disembowelment)
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. (what a day!)
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. (knuckled-words)
You just can't scratch-off that curse that I've draft-on off-you. (crafted-on you)
I'm the devil bow-now you just can't swallow those multi-quadrillions scoville-units spiced-turns, (poisoned-burns)
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. (lips-wrecked)
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. (sooner than ever)
Reading-me will makin-you feels like you're inhaling nitrous-oxyde gettin noxious-feelings behaving so strangely you wouldn't even know you got possessed by my sacrilegious posted-texts. (blooded-texts)
Hahaha!, and It's just the begening darling.
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I'm gonna making-sure you won't ever gonna be able to get a stant-off. (stand-off)-----echo-----
Sir you ran-out of luck now I'm gotta use my glock to make-you fuck-off. (fuck-off)-----echo-----
What are-you gonna do now if your head is gettin chopped-off. (chopped-off)-----echo-----
You tell me because when we die the light is gettin switched-off!!!!! (switched-off!!!!!)-----shouting-----
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Don't even bother reply I don't wana make-you re-cry, (re-cry)-----echo-----
At my lyrical-school I'll make sure you won't have any recess, (recess)-----echo-----
because the only thing you're gotta get is gettin repressed. (repressed)-----echo-----
I don't wana sound wreckless but all your texts looked-like you were distressed. (distressed)-----echo-----
killing your career without pressing F while you gets depressed. (depressed)-----echo-----
Gets some rests in peaces you looks so-stresed, (so-stressed)-----echo-----
let come the wreckin-words-ball you looks so wrecked. (so wrecked)-----echo-----
Your strophes sounded like a car air-horn after it's been into a car-wreck'n. (wreck'n)-----echo-----

Challenger

The_115

DEFENDER'S RAP

This man keeps repeating the word ‘echo’, your disses are as old as the user Gekko,
Bunch of trash piled up like trash day, my bars spittin’ out venom like a can of Raid spray.
These raps are cookies cuz the rookie bites ‘em, you rape hot sixteens but I write ‘em,
Despite my rep you came out fighting, when I pen a verse it’s delighting like ejaculating on a female tight-end.
This victory I’m grasping, I’m so nasty, I stick my dick far deep her voice ends up raspy,
I see an open challenge and like a pervert I get handsy, this bitch is a piece of chicken gettin’ cooked, Gordon Ramsay,
The day that I begin spittin’ into a mic it’ll be physically damaging like Ike Turner’s ex-wife,
Slice this dyke with a knife then rub both of his eyes with lemon-lime off a pike stick his gut with a spike,
I don’t care if you feel you’re right, most of the shit you write is ripe, hand you a beatin’ with a fuckin’ pipe.
All I see is stupidity attempting to be ripping me, he’s living in misery and whoever lets him stay on this site is a mystery,
Fuckin’ with me you’ll end up being history, drunken rhyme distillery lacking the ability to construct a decent delivery,
I see it as practice the way I’m whooping nameless asses, passin’ by blasting like nerds in their chemistry classes,
I’m all about the green like a pray mantis, you dissed my skill guess you must need glasses, cuz the Doc is never ass in action,
I’ll bury you so deep they’ll need to dig to hell, Im so venomous like a symbiote difference is; you can’t get me off with the sound of a bell,
On this mound I’m packin’ heat like a cage-less hound, send me outta’ town I’ll be back to take my throne from this talentless clown,
Semi’s make ya’ bow down like Ice Cube, I’m far from a nice dude with a senseless history of violence that does not like you,
I’m hot with fat pockets, throw me in a microwave I’ll come out hotter than the bottom of rockets I’m hittin’ targets,
I’m droppin’ bombs like Vietnam inside these offices to prove who the fuckin’ hottest artist is, and it ain’t this retarded farm animal bombarded bitch.
His mom bought fake silicone titts, his father didn’t have the balls so he glued on strap-on dicks,
And made this trick takes dozens of pics, and when nobody noticed; each one he licked,
He’s a sick prick with predator tendencies, god I wish the condom didn’t rip now this limp-biscuit fanatic is on Rap Pad straight writing shit.
I guess the fault lies upon me by dismantling users who judge me based off what reflects off their computers,
Fact is he’s a doodler with no real talent like chicks at Hooters, he’s the type of faggot to get caught in a drive-by of grannies on scooters. (hahah).

Defender

Dope_Doc