Battles Nick_Shady vs wasp
RULES
No rules, anything is legal
Max of 56 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
wasp won this battle!
3 ROUNDS
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Battle on April 23 2025 and Battle on May 29 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Call yourself a wasp, but your words don't sting
- You stink, I'll punch you out like Muhammad Ali
- 'Cause I float like a butterfly, you drop dead like a bee
- With no stinger, you rapper wannabe
- You ain't half of a halfway crook's left nut
- You're a bum, man, where the motherfuckin' guts?
- I don't give two fucks, kiss my butt
- You can act like it, but you ain't a thug
- Keepin' it PG 'cause you're too much of a pussy to curse
- Man, pack it up, go prepare him a hearse
- 'Cause I'm killin' this fucktard on the verse
- Man, put your mic right back in your purse
- I could go on for motherfuckin' hours
- You look like the last time you did push-ups, it was daisies and flowers
- You coward, get devoured, feel my power
- You're goin' down like the fuckin' Twin Towers
- All your doubters and your downers, I can see their point
- If I shit over a beat, it'd sound better than your voice
- It's your choice, either you could respond back
- Or you could stay silent and I'll know you're a fag
- It may sound like I'm mad, but I just wanna prove myself
- That just so happens to require you getting shelved
- Won a few battles, but not this one
- 'Cause when this white boy disses, you're done
- Why don't you record your shit? Or do you just write?
- C'mon, put down the pen and grab the mic
- You little dyke, fuckin' transvestite
- Am I pissin' you off like R Kelly? Let's fight
- And you're scared, legit quakin' in ya boots
- This isn't friendly competition, I wanna feud
- And I'm crude, aww, you write raps? That's cute
- Your skills are 60 seconds: they're minute
- You thinkin' I'm done? I'm only halfway through
- You better hop off like a fuckin' kangaroo
- Get bludgeoned upside the head with a digeridoo
- Thirty-six bars, can you even count that high, dude?
- Most I've seen you write is two sentences
- Half your exposure is from you gettin' dissed
- Nobody wanna collab, you get no messages
- All bark and no bite, but when I do, it's venomous
- And we still got a ways to go to the finish line
- How much? Oh, about fifteen more rhymes
- And you're lucky I'm even givin' you the time
- This your prime? Ain't even the beginning of mine
- Still got twelve more lines to cook you
- You've bit off a bit more than you could chew
- It's dinnertime, so eat up, motherfucker
- Spittin' these bars on your plate of supper
- But I'm younger, and that gives me the hunger
- Required to sound off on the mic, louder than thunder
- I fucked your mother with no rubber
- Skin smooth as butter, another one of my lovers
- Got 4 more lines and no time to waste
- I could do this shit all day
- All's well that ends well, so I'll say
- Let's end this with a fuck you and a have a nice day
DEFENDER'S RAP
- reverse your words, you the halfway crook, more like full time circus act
- left nut? Bet the right one shriveled from lack of impact
- where the guts? Probably next to your missing stinger cause that diss was a sting no fear
- PG? Nah, just Pussy Guidelines for fear of real niggas
- grave robber rhymes, digging up 2003 Eminem
- but Marshall disowned you, Stan wrote a letter disowning you
- i exorcise fakes, holy water mixed with bleach
- your careers a haunted house, no ghost, just weak speech
- you call yourself Shady? More like "Sunny-D"
- your punchlines got no pulp, just sugar, weak and bummy
- "Float like a butterfly"? nah, you flop like a fish
- ali would disown your bitch-made wishlist diss
- "No stinger"? bitch, my venom's neurotoxic
- you swattin' at air while I’m rewritin’ 'prologics
- PG? Nah, I just dont waste real curses
- On fake thugs who cry when their moms read their verses
- you mention 9/11 like it’s clever? Tasteless
- edgelord bars for clout, tragedy aint a punchline, basement-dweller
- "shit sounds better than your voice" projecting hard,
- your flows a diaper rash, itchy, raw, no ointment for that art
- "fag", "dyke", "transvestite" 2002 called,
- it wants its weak insults back, homophobia’s played out, pal
- you want a feud? Step up, but you still scribble in notebooks
- I can murder mics live, you rehearse in the mirror, choking on your own hooks
- call yourself Muhammad? Boy, you float like a lead balloon
- butterfly wrists,,your punches land like nursery tunes
- im the wasp? Nah, im the whole damn hive
- your bars are honey, sweet but meant for kids to consume
- you stingless? Agreed, just a buzzing irritant
- i exterminate rappers who rhyme like adolescents
- "punch you out"? you swing like Windows 98
- loading... Error... System failure, rest in obsolete
- you shit over beats? Finally something honest
- your voice is diarrhea, mines the prophet Jonahs
- record your shit? you sound like a dying fax
- pen or mic, you lose both ways, facts
- r. Kelly pissed? Nah, you just wet yourself
- quaking in boots? More like soiling the shelf
- kangaroo hop? You bounce like a nervous pogo
- i hunt for sport, your just roadkill logo
- younger and hungrier"? More like spoiled and spoilin'
- your "thunder" is a fart in a Starbucks toilet
- "fucked my mom"? Oedipus wishes he nagged this shame
- she laughed, said "Boy, you couldn’t spell your own name."
- "36 bars" of diarrhea syllables,
- i flush one line, your whole career disappears
- "count that high"? Math scares you, I get it
- numbers hard when your IQs room temperature Celsius