Battles Y2KMAVRICH vs Vonntay
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Y2KMAVRICH won this battle!
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Battle on May 21 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- (any of y'all, try me) Aight, we doin this reverse order
- Drizzy drake throw kiki on and all these bitches gone dance to it
- Nigga ain't no king von, so how y'all gone dump mags to it
- Kenny made not like us for the club, men throw bands for it
- Lil bitches shake ass to it, shake they ass to it
- Both signed to the same nigga,
- and it's really sad that no one knew it
- Drizzy say he gon light kdot up,
- nigga please do it, nigga please prove it
- Cause it's all talk, and it's all stupid,
- Nigga be a victim of a opp movement
- But he from Canada, stop goofin',
- Puff locked up for shit y'all was all doin,
- and y'all all know it,
- bbl, nigga take L, cause this diss shit isn't going well,
- label backed crypto while the whole thing going on,
- look up on duckduckgo, cause I ain't wrong
- Silence of the lambs, cause I ain't see no goats,
- Hollywood niggas keep they mouth closed,
- von popped by his own blood, said it himself, just read the lyrics
- Shits all cover ups, ion even really wanna get near it,
- all my niggas gon bump this soon as they hear
- Ye talking crazy bout shit but it's all jokes,
- nigga go home, I be rapping like I'm bout to go broke,
- need to get that rent paid, need to get that bread made,
- need to get that fam fed and the made
- Rappad niggas be a bunch of fuckin half ass niggas,
- talking bout how they gon grab cash,
- nigga, half mast soon as I drop,
- nigga, ski masked up, bitch please stop,
- nothing y'all got come in clutch,
- better chance, a white boy pistol tucked
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I'ma pop this boy straight to heaven
- You got 2, but I walk with 11
- Glock aimed clean at his kidney
- He froze up like, “Yo, you trippin”
- Nah drop the addy (huh?)
- You 'boutta get dropped (what?)
- You 'boutta get popped! (brrt-brrt)
- Y2K? Where he stay?
- Oh, that's the spot? Then we spray!
- I get bread even in the kitchen
- Fam eatin’, no snakes, no snitchin’
- You a bum in the corner just leechin’
- While Vonntay up front, big preachin’
- He gon' think this cap (yeah)
- 'Til his neck get snatched (click!)
- Soul gone deleted
- Bullets so fast he ain’t even see it
- Pop out demon mode
- Y2 cryin’, scream exposed
- Shot him 'til he dropped them racks
- Opened the bag just empty sacks
- Gun to his dome (Shit)
- Turned, then ran, like a goofy can't.
- this nigga a bitch get him a bra!
- Slide out tonight, no fright
- When I pull up, better not hide (bye!)
- I'ma send this clown to heaven
- You got 2 but I got 11
- Put the Glock where he breathin’
- Told him, “Count to 3, then start dreamin”
- Close your eyes, just breathe...
- Eternal sleep, rest in peace (fuck?)
- Tell heaven what you see
- Ay B, line this clown up for me
- Sippin' on lean, fake tough on the net
- But in my face? Bet
- Now he laid out head to feet
- Countin' sheep, permanent sleep.