Battles HUGGYBEAR vs CottonMouth
RULES
no dissing be nice just a sad story
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Ok so my heart is cold and i'm not as old but i spit heat and i try to stay nice and neat /
- Try to touch this get turned to lunch meat or burn up from your head to your feet /
- My words are so cold but i spit out heat you get a brain freeze then it melts /
- it gets turned to liquid goo what a mess /
- And me i stick to smoking trees and no i never wheeze /
- And yeah my verses are sick but i stay at peace and i keep a piece my dick hangs by it /
- Iv'e got homies in the east and homies in the west /
- So you know i'm well connected if you pussies want to test ......this /
- And really it's kinda funny they call themselves men but they ain't got any testes /
- Oh and this girl is a fan of mine i let her get close to my heart /
- A pretty girl like that with a mouth like that i didn't know if i could handle it /
- That's how it's supposed to be and yeah i fucked she and she sucked me /
- She was on me like a honey bee while we fucked under a palm tree /
- And now the crime life isn't that bad after all that's all we had /
- We said fuck the police like fuck the police and when the time came she fucked the police /
- Damn how could she do that i don't know but she did it and it was whack /
- And it's kinda hard to take but i take it as a fact and really when i heard i couldn't even react /
- I can spit verses on verses on verses versus you versus me but we know the winner is the reader /
- And now this isn't a diss so please don't dismiss this /
- And if you want you can add to this like a collaboration that could shock the nation /
- And maybe we could be friends and make amends /
- Or just start from scratch like the friendship barely hatched /
DEFENDER'S RAP
- ( verse 1)
- Sitting at the creek, cooking up some plans
- feeling weak, but fitting to go slang some contraband
- cause spitting each week isnt enough to help us withstand
- our hunger, life is a blur, when you have an empty wallet
- even if a murder were to occur, we gonna eat, thats how i saw it
- put on the colors, blue what i was repping, loaded up my weapon
- cause this aint no half stepping, this is dangerous grounds im treading
- my brother took my fo' fo' and told me not to go, i said why? they
- nothing but wangstas and hoes. i was ready to roll, but he said no
- look in my eyes and spoke to my soul, he said i dont know, but i feel
- like something might happen on the low, i was down to ride fo' sho
- but he stayed where he was...he wouldnt go.
- (verse 2)
- I was cautious walking down the block, feeling nauseous, cause i thought
- my brother would get popped or dropped, but i had to do what i had to, and with
- that in my mind i kept on my grind and cocked the twenty two, down to get sicker
- than the flu, just a little guy trying to make it, but life is fucked up and im not
- taking it, im making it, im in the buisness if there's high stakes in it, so i walked
- down Stockton boulevard, had the glock cocked and headed straight to a big
- black car, looked in the wiper blade and took the keys, i thought i had it made
- and would finish the job with ease. creepin like a mouse, i went in the house with
- an impending sense of doom, something wasnt right, when i entered the master
- bedroom. feeling a sense of despair, i lifted the bed.....the drugs wasnt there!!
- but wait....no there always there....i just had to look, underneathe stairs, and
- inbetween books. I was fed a lie and i ate it.....then the phone in my pocket
- vibrated.........
- it was a picture of me and brother...me and him. i texted back..
- who the fuck are you? on my last whim. My head was spinning and i couldnt hear
- a sound. then some bloods texted me a picture of my brother dead on the ground.
- next to him was bloods and sluts, he was covered in blood....with his throat cut.