Battles  DSBOY1 vs Tew-SLy

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THIS BATTLE IS OVER

Tew-SLy won this battle!

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Battle on May 15 2025 and Battle on June 19 2025

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Size of the brain, working with my friends.
  • May I get the money so you are calling one of those things and I believe with my friends.
  • This thing so you are doing the right.
  • If you get the money so you belong with my bread.
  • I can money and I belong with my friends.
  • This is all I want.
  • Yeah, see yeah yeah yeah. I was a stay when my mum die, I was only for my child. But I can die, it's the way I play for my bias right. I am, I will try if I get it right, many things I'm doing. But I don't know that if you get the money, I am no I am right. If you get the money, I am no when I'm wrong. If you do me things, I can't assign like right. If you come to choose, I can't choose an asset that I will give you the money for the choice. In this case, I call you, me and you do me things. I'm just...
  • I was fifteen when my mum died, actually lost my life, so I can't die trying to realize from the death, right? I was young, but I can't fight. Good morning game, but I saw her right, I just saw my player, but I'm bad, right? Only my prayer is to live long, be on my own, my seat belts. I can't pay for girls, I'm not that guy. Many things I'm doing, but I can't fight. If I got the money, so that's right. Many things I'm doing, when you know I'm right, you're trying to correct me. On diet, if you get the money, so you can't fight on diet, and you pull it on your just like a just-on-site. Many baller heads like a heads and can blind, no, many are fine, but I'm fine like I'm bad. So many things I am doing, I'm on the right.
  • Yeah I was fifteen my mom died I can live my life so I can die many things I'm doing so I feel diet if you go the money so you can't fight I was more diet so I can't fight I was so survived many things I'm doing there and was right in my I was so right only my mother can be my best friend then in my life I was hustling if the money comes so I'm bad days many things I'm doing so I'm bad.
  • Yeah, I was fifteen when my mom died. Everything I was doing, I was doing right. Now I am now, I have grown up, trying to survive. The old keeps strong since I was a little shy. This life I was living was not for the best, but it will keep going, keep it like I'm bad. Many things I'm doing right now, I am full of death. My money can burst, but like burn like a star. You don't understand, if you live the life of no parent, you can die young, you can survive. Many things you're doing, my bro, are the best. I can't buy money, but my stress is the best. You can block my shoulder when you know I was shy, this is now right. But I'm bigger than your father, if you as a man talk, you know I am right. But I'm feeling this much.
  • Let me know if you'd like to work on any changes or if there's anything else I can help with!

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • //Intro
  • Alright I’m pissed, so I’m
  • Gonna write down, my first thoughts
  • Cause I just wanna punch the rappad community right now
  • //Verse 1
  • Yeah, If rappers didn’t have confidence, then numbers carry But actors have problems with our numbers, anti Lyricists, act or protest fuckers with dumber face be But prop against true lyrics, couple covers case the same Prop same agendas, music is troublin’ to much to understand Oh who, are you ahead of? You think, your undrafted band Has a head of a butthead, take a drink and blink Stan If you have a group, numbers will defintly rumble the stadiums And get you famous, oh maybe plumbers who eighteen months In, has greatness, maybe selence is the keys of technology, Maybe AI glazers are in top 5, if I silence any of y’all with a Tech N9NA I will get banned, but blazer when I respond, is a win win for you Lose-lose for me, loser of pension of ponds of tension, ten tenths Insults when I toss up a couple more words in your yords And I score one star rates with whores who boards Up any lyrics that sound the same when mumble miracles And think it’s tough, no, get the jumble audio out my era If you wanna hear me out, your talent is fuckin’ goner, No more copy and paste with no vent to bone yourself Self glaze, no taste of music, other than central Hazed, I don’t like to spray, but these panels pineal With no lineal to pray or protect handles that are vinyl Vital for your fuel, play to pro-test my PTO so I don’t go pro Thats why you like sorcerer who doesn’t source any doors To go open the doors, so he recites to a course of code to gore (source;code) Oh pens have no openings to save types of fours but floor Censors with no fourth in store, four more barstools But when if your here for AR tool offs then your In store for an eARY day, forgot who I am? NICK? Your a clone of Saint Nick that shady influences Your a trick question sayin’ who’s the better M-C Who just raps about I-C-E stories to betray Your alter ego so he goes on the M-I-C to trade Blows for blows, don’t worry about M&M Cause shayd greets M&M as his number accessor But his taste for hip hop is like a M&M relapsed wrapper If your a saver your mop the floors will be cleaned rapper So now I got turned into Jason with a clenched raper mask With a taper to fade her adjacent Lenten, but if you task The lender a lent to tint these tents then I sent your flask To cast your class, hip-hop class is sick so classics Go killer, nasty shit but this fantastic rap is a terrible project Hate on this rapper, cause he captures the moment to project His voice, but paperwork doesn’t make you happy animal Injections with haters work, maybe we should know everyone In the game that tap the same Genx, Wealth, boat, nick-shayd wannabes Selence, pck anyone rapper in the bee nest Pick a name any fake fame
  • //Verse 2
  • If you wanna blame my name on the media Then meet me at metal gunpoint I already gun pointin’ with a mental gun To front you, this generation sucks generally I’m hungry, I’m humble but now my stomach is rumbled Like a grumble fumble to tumbledown with a stupid mock But your empty gasoline but inspect my gas-oh so-lean Leave me alone, if you not br4ckett, Coin, Crispy, CSL, chip and kali N’ OGS then the rest of your brackets are bonkers, bong or a pawn Of rap, oh see any rap can racket AI, Yonkers but Wondar how knockers snicker like a lil girl Cause you knock her up, slit her throat bro If your a father then go adopt her, but development Of the century wasn’t a hit to top your record Cause your mentally retarded but pre-teen To tender your mentality, but pretend I’m the smartest But your artist will fall mentally, but teens smart to test The greatest of all time but your goat is dyin’ vastly But lastly the great test I’ve already past goin’ dumb But still hate like a critic who feels citric about goin’ numb With numbers that critic me but mentions you with your cringy Lines that sound like forty thous old and you binge Me cause you wanna linger with food to eatin’ A sickness and lurk around so my middle finger Is up to y’all with no clickin’ a round of props of shingle Cause they’re shameless but sham a poo on true rappers Who murder like a rap god then you turn my heaven pride To a rap devil who spells evil cause I like to cast a spell on your tide So if you wanna propel the spell to make evil viral To make me any more evil cause I can spell out Your career cause you ain’t E-V-I-L so tell about My shitty career but my team teases you about routes So bite my car rear if you mean what you pout But tons of buttons butter tough seams without Bein’ mean nothing cause you see less so forgotten But you forgot who was the king of the bitch, got you Betting on the BET community cause you B-E-T That your E n’ T is M-I-T but when bite the site Your tongue will re-act like an scared little girl Who pisses there pants who cares about panties So pant in her pussy but you pussyfooted who paints Panty lines, pantyhose but whose horse is footed Like he loves to go for her feat, pedicure He pegs but I cure your heart but I whoop Your feet so I call it whoopin’ feet Who will whoop whoop whoop you out of the streets But beat on the beats cause when I beat the beats up Your beats will become beaten cause you beat yourself up With no beats to beat me so take a seat n’ beat your skull in But without beats on replay you beat me? No passion and you beat me? But you beat me with beaten rhymes, lyrics passin’ the sameness shame Beat me with beats that have no flow but beats like this is A beat that you seek cause beats have already beat your bear beats So breeds beat the deepest beast out of your beats so seek Some beat help, all the truest n’ the illest beat beat makers Beat your meat cause we meet your requirements faker But if you beat your head in your heart beat will belt in We call it BTA but we beat tips across to flirt your kelps Butter-fly high cause when this beat is a cross eyed felp To dwell on your beats so seek, but you meet Your meat cause you can get a hand full meat meal And yes you can beat up your meat cause you meat ride Like a beaten record deal like an sexual activity But when you select your next beat, this beat will actively linger Cause this beat is the ringer to the rappers on this site
  • //Notes
  • New track coming soon; beat The ringer by Em
  • Vote fairly, no bs robbing *cough cough*

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