Battles Jcsinterludee vs Da_negatior
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- //0:12
- bitch i been that, you bitches give me something to cringe at
- hoes look at you and say “who’s that?”
- got you bitches looking like a flashback
- these bitches my sons with no semen
- i do what i want with no reason
- hoes talking out they neck, that’s treason
- hoes acting fishy get thrown off the deep end (haha can’t breathe bitch)
- can’t fuck with me no intercourse
- when i speak they on mute no discourse
- bitches off track and they ran they course
- should i take they spot? well why of course
- hoes my sons go start your chores
- the bad bitches is who i endorse
- bitch no entry i close doors
- hoes wanna be like me, they gonna need a crash course
- //HOOK//
- hoes wanna copy but you know they can’t
- female or male i’ve already been stamped
- gun to they feet and i told em “bitch dance!”
- must be Tory i shot a snake in the camp
- bitch grab a chair i’m who they can’t stand
- if ain’t money then i don’t understand
- on bitches minds got em pullin on they strands
- jelly ass bitches i got em in a jam
- //VERSE 2//
- bitches get a name from bringing up carter
- hoes dont learn so they brought in a scholar
- bitches wanna bark but a hit dog will hollar
- hoes aint trained so im pulling on they collar
- and im still feasting, hoes don’t want beef they still vegan
- got hoes hot they heads steaming
- treat em like my slaves no mo freeman
- sick of bitches i’m still sneezing, wait my wrist still freezing
- beatin hoes every season
- you reap what you sew, you better get to seaming
- hoes my sons they still teething
- what’s that on my wrist it’s a kelly no kenan
- hoes acting strange i had to call Stephen (guns with the lasers they still beaming)
- Who are you? no one knew, even if your name was Cindy Lou
- Like my dues, i want em in all blue,
- It's always a Cinderella trying to fit my shoe
- wanna attach to me, they ain’t got no glue
- stopped fucking with me but i never fucked with you
- dusty ass bitches go grab me the broom
- hoes my sons but they ain’t never been in womb
- hoes wanna pin me on the top of they Pinterest
- can’t fuck with me ion do all the incest
- pass me the raid these bitches is insects
- want a competition i just tell em “say less”
- still gonna lose ian even tried my best
- gon needa tutor, got a F on they test
- chess not checkers i put hoes in check
- didn’t say i was the best but im better than the rest
- //HOOK//
- bitches wanna copy but you know that they can’t
- female or male i’ve already been stamped
- gun to they feet and i told em “bitch dance!”
- name must be tory i shot a snake in the camp
- bitch grab a chair i’m who they can’t stand
- if ain’t money then i don’t understand
- on bitches minds got em pullin on they strands
- jelly ass bitches i got em in a jam
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //Verse 1
- Tell me why slime time in his mind, think he owns us
- Mind you, I got mine field, line em’ up, watch your tone,
- Before I tow ya, deferent levels to this, empty the clip,
- Busted lip, please inform his petty client, that I speak up
- Got caught in cross fire, so now his forces crumble up above,
- Fought off these fake flair, get prepared, i don’t fire mumble jumble words
- Drove home mad, we drugged him mad, so now he rumbles to jump around
- To get it twisted you dig, I got the freestyle flow to make you see red now,
- Wicked blows, all you see is ass and elbows, means they turned the other way,
- How is that a shame, let me give you some type show today, mean overbite
- So blame the overnight process, provide undivided attention he wants to display
- Don’t cell phone bomb us, I get a jail cell, ready to put your cells under arrest, diss ho
- Wants to dissolve his ho, but how the fuck do you evolve, if you can’t involved
- Niggas your dissing, flying faint, dainty eyes, tangy voice, lemme solve his silver platter
- I’m just a spray capper ay? Okay don’t give into his ego sanity, I don’t go for blows, he’s insane
- Like listen to his trump card economics feel good stories, I have to go start a basic closure
- So I smoke up his ashes in a blunt, notice I’m coming off blunt, I don’t like to hunt
- But I turned to a hunter, burned that no into his skull, know your close to graduate middle school
- So just stay in the middle of rap fame, don’t get a name to ahead of yourself, there’s a
- Medusa head ready to screw ya, don’t look in his eyes or she will stone ya,
- I don’t give a fuckin’ damn if the brain damage doesn’t age ya, I told ya,
- Rap music goin’ to bite ya, lemme go get a bite to eat, I’ll be back for ya
- Cause I can rap, someone take my mic, tewsly reportin’ live and your goin’ to die young
- //Verse 2 Wealthmasta
- So this retard claims he’s taking us down, well I’m waiting/wading, you clown
- Cause I already brought the flow and you basically drowned, bitch even the Navy bowed out
- I’m makin’ you frown with earthquakes shaking the town, this shit is off the dome
- And that ain’t cap at all/capitol, it’s almost syntactical, y’all cucks are like homophones
- You fuckers all sound the same when you bawl and moan about shit being rigged when it’s not, you oaf
- You’re just jealous X Factor is on top, bozos claiming we use alts to vote
- Aren’t you the same person as BawsHawg, bro? And AK-CASH too
- Rigging battles with alts is a sad move, it’s facts dude, especially when your raps lose
- Regardless, yo ass retarded, I just fucked yo bitch, said girl that ass retarded
- Like it should be in a classroom, she busty as fuck so I’m bustin’ a nut like a cashew
- Thinking you’re cooler, you’re such a loser, your raps are written by a computer
- I’m ending careers cause I’m a sharp shooter, but the program you usin’
- To generate shit isn’t you bitch, spreading false info cause you’re deluded
- Quit pollutin’ Rappad with rumors, cause you know we got facts on our side
- Meanwhile you just be makin’ shit up, cause we’re beating you, so you attack us with lies
- Bitch try making claims that are actually right, cause your lies come full circle, like NASCAR, that’s right
- We beat you, just admit it, losing is what you do for a livin,’ truth not opinion
- It’s time for absolute demolition, we warned yo asses but you fools never listen
- And like Tom Cruise, your mission’s impossible, so instead of throwing a tantrum maybe you should just quit, bitch
- No room for forgiveness, remove your existence, better get a tombstone, you’re finished
- //Verse 3