Battles DWar vs Valor
RULES
Groupie Bitches
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
DWar won this battle!
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Battle on June 8 2015
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I heard Valor and ECtitz don't fuck around
- Now I find out you groupie bitches are just recyclin Spice Squad's sound
- Little tight wad fags gagged, black bagged and bound
- Gang-banged by AK47SS, takin Slay's cock in your mouth
- Don't play, Spice Squads been feedin you fags the right rhymes to say
- In exchange you let Suth and Slay spray their meat gauge in your face
- Groupie bitches, how do real battle rappers taste?
- How does it feel to pay for word play because you have nothing real or insightful to say?
- So you give brain to get brain and hope it's enough to keep DWar at bay
- And I may give you ladies a pass if you bitch made fags come off of your rags
- Squash the beef and fashion your maxi pads into white flags
- Wave em and pull your cocks outta each other's ass gaps and pay homage to DWar's rap swag
- Listen lads, script kiddies
- I'll cut off EClitz dick and titty fuck Valor's tits usin Spice Squad's spit
- So DWar's dick don't split tricks clits when I slip a stiff wit prick in their itty bitty shit slits
- Come at me if you think you can handle this, bitch
- It's clear you boys are attempting to be emcees
- But I'm gonna let you down gently
- You're just emotional little boys venting
- Puberty's got you on an emotional roller coaster of pent up gay tension
- Your all bent out of shape cus your moms beat you over the head with a Bible to teach you a lesson
- For messin with her vibrators and playin dress up with her dresses
- And I'm guessing all her gay bashing and intolerant aggression
- Has left you with less answers about your sexuality than questions
- Don't worry I'll straighten you out, it's time for a real adult to address this
- Sit on DWar's lap and we can chat about the facts of why you get an erection
- When you see each other in the locker room flexin
- Jesus is not testin your faith by injecting gay thoughts in your brain
- As a metric of your spiritual perfection
- He's not watching during your jerk sessions when you masterbate to pin ups of David Bekham
- Or when you jizz on your screen to screen shots of Leo on your laptop
- While whackin your cock to Inception
- Real talk boys, just be who God made you and accept it
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Monarch of anarchy with legacies inside his pen,
- Slaughtered by the reality overdriving its men,
- You're a fucking daydream never reaching mainstream,
- Roslan's little bitch with cum in his ass; it's gay-cream,
- Can't be claiming C.R.E.A.M when trauma changed him,
- Butthurt so he puts up a fake prof pic of a U.S. Soldier,
- But this monkey's backstabbed like fake friends in guerrilla warfare,
- Estrogen influenced Americans can't accept the UK's bolder,
- Catching up on his body to carve him to abraxes to fit the sword there,
- See? Its easy, you wheezing, ya cheesy, doing rhyme schemes,
- To match his uncreative ethic, but I'll hit harder than Roslan in this time beam,
- Battle wordsmith against disguised novel writers, yeah, I see,
- Calling out the OGs back on your original account,
- Can't even name the hits planted on you in a count,
- Planted? I'm doing more damage than that battle from Botanist,
- 18-0, because you're a child reaching no adult-limit, a baby in this!