Battle Rap 2019
111 Plays
•16 Mar 2019
Mutha fucka's know I'm the dopest When I touch this Mic other mcs are hopeless Inside of these vocal chords I carry dual swords To cut you like some Victorian whores Guts spilling from different sores Call me the ripper, first name Jack And I'm always on the attack Vicious like a cold pimp smack And you can lick my sack Firing flows like bullets from a verbal gat And yes there's a huge ass gap Between me and the others who rap Cuz I got skills like a surgeon Leave you bloody and sore like a virgin Blood spills and drips as it pools My fire so hot it never cools Heartless, so I rip open your chest Like an earworm I straight infest Take over your heart and brain As I try to explain As I bleed from my slit vein All the anger and pain Sum call me insane But they can form a line And kiss this ass of mine Excuses are spilling Out the mouth that's illing Dude thinks he's killing Say he ain't feeling What is it that I'm dealing Acting tough like a renegade Please, you're just bitch made Sure my flow may be simple So is this piece next to your temple Im the fat kid, king of the buffet Dick so big I turn dudes gay Fuck what you say Let the nine spray No bullet wounds today Im bullet proof, like super Man, leave you in a stupor Damn, these other men I'm reigning over them Like my names Roman This mic is what I'm owning Your life is what you're owing And im here to collect Want something complex Like amputee sex No respect You deflect I suspect You detect The fire, the desire Man razor wire Isn't as sharp as my tounge You're simply dung Im comfortably numb My brains gone dumb To many drugs I've done You gargle man cum So pray, as I make your mom pay My cut of the money from today Cuz see she's my bottom bitch You done made my trigger finger itch So let me flip the switch The problem is your a faggot Who can't hack it Your dad shoulda bagged it Im gonna brag, shit This ain't a beef Man it's a queef Cuz your a pussy Don't try to push me Keep claiming you dope But there's no fire, no smoke You have no hope Simplistic flow got you bamboozled I Bet that's a word your ass just googled Im done, ain't gonna waste no more time Cuz you're "a dope mc" that can't rhyme
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Mutha fucka's know I'm the dopest When I touch this Mic other mcs are hopeless Inside of these vocal chords I carry dual swords To cut you like some Victorian whores Guts spilling from different sores Call me the ripper, first name Jack And I'm always on the attack Vicious like a cold pimp smack And you can lick my sack Firing flows like bullets from a verbal gat And yes there's a huge ass gap Between me and the others who rap Cuz I got skills like a surgeon Leave you bloody and sore like a virgin Blood spills and drips as it pools My fire so hot it never cools Heartless, so I rip open your chest Like an earworm I straight infest Take over your heart and brain As I try to explain As I bleed from my slit vein All the anger and pain Sum call me insane But they can form a line And kiss this ass of mine Excuses are spilling Out the mouth that's illing Dude thinks he's killing Say he ain't feeling What is it that I'm dealing Acting tough like a renegade Please, you're just bitch made Sure my flow may be simple So is this piece next to your temple Im the fat kid, king of the buffet Dick so big I turn dudes gay Fuck what you say Let the nine spray No bullet wounds today Im bullet proof, like super Man, leave you in a stupor Damn, these other men I'm reigning over them Like my names Roman This mic is what I'm owning Your life is what you're owing And im here to collect Want something complex Like amputee sex No respect You deflect I suspect You detect The fire, the desire Man razor wire Isn't as sharp as my tounge You're simply dung Im comfortably numb My brains gone dumb To many drugs I've done You gargle man cum So pray, as I make your mom pay My cut of the money from today Cuz see she's my bottom bitch You done made my trigger finger itch So let me flip the switch The problem is your a faggot Who can't hack it Your dad shoulda bagged it Im gonna brag, shit This ain't a beef Man it's a queef Cuz your a pussy Don't try to push me Keep claiming you dope But there's no fire, no smoke You have no hope Simplistic flow got you bamboozled I Bet that's a word your ass just googled Im done, ain't gonna waste no more time Cuz you're "a dope mc" that can't rhyme
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