Battles BawsHawg vs RapBoat
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Yo, step up, fool, you’re facin’ Baws Hawg the king
- I’ll shred your weak bars like a hog in a string
- Your flow’s so dusty, it’s chokin’ the mic
- I’m Picasso with rhymes, you’re a scribble, no hype.
- You’re softer than cotton, I’m spittin’ pure granite
- Your career’s a ghost town, abandoned, you had it
- I’m a lyrical butcher, I’m carvin’ your pride,
- Your rhymes so basic, they’re PowerPoint slides.
- Call you a rapper? Nah, you’re a parody act,
- Your flow’s got no spine, like a jellyfish, flat.
- I’m dodgin’ your punches, you swing and you miss
- My bars hit like comets, your verse just a diss.
- You’re braggin’ ‘bout swagger,
- but you’re dressed like a clown,
- Your chain’s from a vending machine,
- hand-me-down.
- I’m the architect, buildin’ empires with wit,
- You’re a tenant in my world, so you outta pay rent
- Your crew’s all hype, but they crumble like bread,
- I’m feastin’ on beats, leave your ego for dead.
- This battle’s a slaughter, I’m leavin’ you shook,
- Baws Hawg’s the name— now go and write yah self a hook!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Everybody's jacked into some illusion of control, thinking they’re the ones who got it
- I’ve seen more authentic power from a knockoff phone charger
- They’re being jerked around like they're starring in their own puppet show
- Walking around like Wi-Fi signals, connected but dropping every five minutes
- They build walls so high around themselves you’d think that
- They were protecting state secrets, when really it’s just their fragile ego
- And a Spotify playlist full of anthems for retards
- Everyone’s a critic until it’s their turn on the chopping block
- They’ll dissect your shit with a scalpel, but the moment you talk
- About their sorry mess, they cry foul like you pissed on their mom’s rug
- Feedback’s only useful when it leaves a scar, and if it doesn’t cut
- It’s just noise, like your opinion, half of them act like they’re outlaws
- Because they torrent a movie or jaywalk like it’s some grand adventure they went on
- Real crime is selling lies and calling it truth, robbing people blind with a smile
- And burying your conscience in fine print, but go off, rebel, keep tryin’
- To stick it to the man by stealing a candy bar and posting about it on social media
- Most people wouldn't know real power if it punched them in the face and beat em up
- While wearing brass knuckles, they confuse it with influence and authority
- With followers on a screen and voices in a room, they chase it desperately
- Like horny moths to a dim-ass bulb, they flex muscles they don't have
- And bark orders like their words don't bounce off the wall and smack
- Them in the teeth, everyone wants to lead but nobody wants to bleed
- They sit on thrones made of cardboard, pretending
- That their tantrums shake the world, meanwhile, real power waits
- People strut around proudly declaring they don’t need anyone and everything’s okay