Battles  PCK_records vs Revan

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • PCK! yo this shits exclusive
  • We got allat shit, Nigga know we pack
  • Weed, we got 1000 pounds, fuck around take a nigga to the pound
  • Shrooms, try to lick we send yo ass to hell
  • Crack, try to fuck around we crack yo shit
  • Dog food, why you tweak like that? shot the back of that boy head, he tried to run
  • Where I'm from you better not tell, where I'm from its dead or jail
  • Why you talk like that?
  • why you walk like Dat?
  • why you shoot like Dat?
  • Nigga told, kill that boy got his dead, lil bitch for real
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  • We got allat shit, got that boy caught killed him one try
  • I got pills n shit Xanax and for 1000 perc's on young shotta!
  • This shit dark, selling to an Opp laced his shit watch him leak spit (foamy)
  • Fuck off, Fuck Off, Fuck Jerome stupid bitch died for dealing
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  • Dealing, gambling We got allat
  • Stupid Nigga grinding on my block selling quality I said GIMME THAT (gimme)
  • Stupid bitch Choppa city, I smoked it up myself, took it 5 racks too
  • Sticked Up bitch, I be at da Corner with my click We throw up shit nigga's die Tryna get into too
  • Hate dumb nigga's, kill em then take my time in the Coola, I know I'm a hot Head
  • Cooler time don't cool me, but I won't ever get blown out
  • (missing Von) But no offence I'm not ever putting the gun down
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  • BANG BANG BANG, we got allat, Thats how that Glock sound
  • I Don't get no shame; LOCK GLOCK STUPID NIGGA"S GET POPPED
  • hate these tricking bitches, (free Melly) it's always the green grapes
  • Thats why I bang with my hood queens never change
  • Nigga shooting heads higher than the OG keef, Keef a fuckin OG now
  • Nigga was banging at 12, Fuck it now no regrets I'm counting figures
  • Nigga's Ugly but hood queens love Dat shit
  • My bitch says I'm grimy I said baby I'm a survivor
  • Tryna gets a M, Fuck shit, Bitch shit get popped I isn't wit Dat
  • Fuck Big shit too much drama keeps drugs in the hood
  • My Louisiana Hood Niggas Know
  • I do my dance dance on the Opp's
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  • Fuck Marriage, I don't do that shit, fuck is you saying lil nigga?
  • Bitches Polly still slanging 280 (baby still slap 25)
  • Fucking a bitch on Promethazine, got me feeling virgin again
  • Gain bands in a crack den, high on dumb shit, pick up a pen write some shit
  • I don't use slide music that means yo ass aint mad, you got to lock in? that's not it
  • I gave a piece of dark chocolate my Wallet, I said for a footjob the budget is 25,000
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  • Fuck that pussy shit, I killed a nigga listening to lady gaga, I'm rich your poor
  • You sound like a snitch, you sound like a bitch, you look like a bum you can be hanging wit me
  • I been hopped off the porch, you still talking shit on that bitch
  • I hate nigga's that still it Dey momma house, that shit not funny like Friday
  • 7.62 223 (free Melly) I took it from that bitch momma, and we fell apart
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  • Told my goons stomp his ass, like YoungBoy, we shot him with a green dot and stretched that boy
  • K in my trunk, BITCH ASS PIG I AINT PULLING OVER
  • pest control who called bout rats, RAT PACK
  • shot my homie in the passenger seat, and pushed him out the car (free Jamell)
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  • PCK went hard.... fuck Roun and get yo booty took

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Yo PCK, you loud but got nothin’ to say,
  • All that talk ‘bout packs — you just roleplay.
  • You flexin’ them bricks like it’s GTA,
  • But I move with precision — like a chess game play.
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  • You rap ‘bout pounds and shrooms like you trappin’ the block,
  • But your bars lack aim — you just shoot and hope it pops.
  • You say you bang-bang, man that Glock don’t talk,
  • I spit bullets with rhyme — every line gon’ drop.
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  • You mention Melly, Von, and guns in your verse,
  • But your story sound scripted — like a rehearse.
  • I bring bars with a purpose, truth in every word,
  • You bring noise with no message — just chaos and slurs.
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  • You claim you rich? Bro, you typing from a phone,
  • Talkin’ ‘bout crack dens while you sittin’ at home.
  • You “killed a man” on Lady Gaga’s tone?
  • That’s a cap so tall, it got its own throne.
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  • You brag ‘bout queens, but can’t treat ‘em with grace,
  • You call ‘em bitches, I lift ‘em, I elevate space.
  • Your hood tales fake, it’s a parody show,
  • You just copy the pain that real ones know.
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  • I’m built on respect, loyalty, and grind,
  • You built on chaos and wasted time.
  • You say “we got allat” — but you got no soul,
  • I got purpose, I’m fire — I’m takin’ control.
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  • So when they vote in three days, they’ll see what’s true,
  • You rap for attention — I rap what’s real, dude.
  • I’m an Ace — bars cut deep and flow colder than steel,
  • This is lyrical war, and I’m signin’ the deal.

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