Battles bullcity1234 vs
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- ah ah yo you are a little bitch like your fuckin momma tell how about you put your money where your fuckin mouth is lil nigga how bout that yo just a sorry little mother fucker how about that what just happened to your speech cat got yu tounge nigga oh you just a pussy oh hard days like this rock when i was in school i would aways get picked on and now im all fed up on this shit so its my time to shine and put that all in the past so come on up at me im waiting for it im not getting over there to you so you might drop dead on the grown so what was i talking about again oh now i remember you are the pussy little geek i met in the crip on jackoff street ha ha game time little nigga whoot whoot koria rough dog bro you suck like ass yeah that nigga don't got butter fingers he got ass fingers ha ah pussy catch the god damn ball little geek you a white boy you su su suck bitch im all fed up
- whith you and your little stupid rhymes in your stupid little raps if you lighten up you could win your little tail something nice but like yu momma said you su su suck horny little motha fucka ha ha savage little bastard.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Blood all over me, I see them bodies huddling, put 'em together to make a ring
- Call it a sacrificial ritual, got them feelin' lyrical, an individual feelin' spiritual
- You say it ain't for everyone 'n I say fuck you, I'm still gon' keep rappin', join the hot pursuit
- It ain't Will Smith, but it's a slap in the face, better fuck that bitch, you hope it's not too late
- Think you a miracle, but think again, stuck hearin' them call, ain't rhymin' simplistic shit
- Ain't timin' none of this, bitch, I've already rhymed more than half the shit on your list
- Say you gon' bend me 'n give me a twist, a pun intended, but that's what you get when you low budget
- Call myself 'Twisted' but I ain't twistin' shit, keepin' it real, just ask "J", man
- Call 'em a Joker 'cause they play with cards, got 'em in a chokehold, guess I raised the bar
- Put on some Halloween masks 'n get ready for the start, 'bout to kill 'em all, man, you scream "retard"
- I don't give a fuck if I'm offensive or not, you see a bitch walkin' 'n you think she's a thot
- But in reality, she's not, a mistake in the plot, the 'Art' of a cop, the clown gon' get shot
- Tryna connect the puzzles so you call me 'Jigsaw', pull out your "gun", a bank, that's a withdraw
- I'm with ya, back in Crenshaw, "Straight Outta Compton", but you got it all wrong
- A few more laughs, 'n you outta stock, an Ebay package, you are a bot
- I ain't frontin' whether you like it or not, I ain't fuck with them fake ones, with keepin' it real
- Don't say you be Crippin' when you really not, don't play 'n keep bitchin', you just a rock
- You a stone, lay off them drugs, throw 'em a bone, you now the spot(light)
- Now you a pet, but you ain't for the teacher, owned by a student, call me "Lucifer"
- Call it Elm Street 'cause I'm in your head when you sleep
- You see me in the street, believe me, we'll settle this beef
- We gon' do it violently 'n get it bloody, I'll murder you silently, ain't nobody talking