Battles  Ditchcheck vs JuicyJobaJaba

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Yo, step in the ring, but you better bring a shield
  • Your bars are like decaf—they got no appeal
  • You’re talking 'bout riches and a stack of cash
  • But your "designer" gear looks like Dollar Tree trash
  • You try to act hard like you’re from the street
  • But you’re lagging behind like a dial-up beat
  • Your flow’s so weak it needs a medical plan
  • You’re less of a "GOAT" and more like a "can"
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  • It’s a total eclipse, watch the negative aura
  • I’m the main character, you’re just a background flora
  • This man's a "skip" on the track, I’m the King of the block
  • I’m a diamond in the rough, not a rock in a sock
  • You want a background check, I'll give you a knock
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  • You said you were winning, man, who are you kidding
  • Your career’s on the floor and it’s already quitting
  • You look like a man on the street tryna look discreet
  • Your rhymes are so old, they were written in chalk
  • You’re glazing the pros just to hear yourself talk
  • I’d offer a tip, but you can’t even pay dues
  • You’re out here in public with those velcro shoes
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  • So pack up your mic and go outta my door,
  • Don’t step to a man if you can’t handle the war
  • You’re "asymptomatic"—you think that you’re ill
  • But you’re just a zero with no kind of skill

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Lately I been wantin’ smoke with all y’all, I set fire to a skyscraper
  • “We don’t know you Juicy, we need icebreakers, you’re a masked caper”, y’all woulda known me by now if you weren’t attracted to overrated artists like flypaper
  • My works are grizzly, they stand for themselves like hibernators
  • You might think you know em’ but their recesses are so dark that you’d turn around before you even got 10 feet in, you’re just a caver
  • My thoughts are darker than stallion fur, streaks of midnight racing in blurs
  • In my cauldron they’re stirred by witches in black skirts, I asked em’ to stop, but they couldn’t be deterred
  • Their lines were blurred, so they couldn’t see the pain they charted against me
  • All I’m gonna say is that it wasn’t enough to end me, but it was plenty
  • This diss was freshly squeezed like lemonade, no minute made. I hope you’re ready to catch a fade, check these barber blades
  • If I sound hot it’s cause I feel betrayed, I can turn this flow down to 0 degrees centigrade
  • Like Jay-Z I’m a renegade, but I’m not from Brooklyn. I’m not from Fishkill either, but these curveballs be hookin’
  • On the pitchers mount I find my footing so I have a comfy cushion. When I slide into bass it’s soft as pudding
  • Claim you’re a king, but you’re barely rookin’. A pawn to the game, you ain’t cookin’
  • You’re the waiter so I ask you “where’s my check, mate?” Cause I’m done with you
  • The tasks in my queues r essentially tedious, so who should quit, I think it’s U!
  • You do this for Jimmy Choos and a pair of suede black Balenciaga boots
  • I do this for the true. The ones who knew something was afoot and jumped feet first into an overflowing cesspool
  • I’m tryna turn the tides like yule, spread a little Christmas cheer
  • But y’all don’t wanna hear, you cut me off like Malachus and won’t lend me an ear
  • So I’m gone, I’m done proving myself to those who wanna skip over me like every fourth year
  • You wanna block my grind but I’m leapin’ over peers. I been here half the existence of this site now, and I can still say I’m here

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