Battles BOTTY vs
RULES
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Battle on May 23 2023
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- (DAMN suck my dick nigga graaa) suck my dick Hop out two V's, two O's
- And you know he gon’ die by the pole
- Smokin' on Lotti, that boy got me deady (Lotti)
- Now fuck that we sipping on henny
- If I catch me a 2-Woo, it's lit
- Smoking on Butta, he restin' in piss, like (Butta)
- Now fuck that, I'm smokin' on Matt (Matt-Sav)
- Hit him one time while I'm dropping' the MB
- And you know that I’m really on timing
- Catch a Gunna, put him in the sky (Sky)
- Hit him one time, it’s gon’ be lit
- If I call up Notti, then he lettin' it fly
- And you know it's gonna be lit
- Callin' my 'ooter, he dumping the clip, like (My ‘ooter)
- And you know that I’m jacking the O, if you drop my O, you get turned into Lotti
- Hit him once, i'ma catch him a body
- And you know that I'm smokin' on JayRipK
- Smoking on JB, that boy got me dead
- We spin through the back and we leaving him lazy
- And you know that I’m dropping the four
- Grrah-grrah-grrah, look
- And you know that I’m dropping the four
- Grrah-grrah-grrah
- See a 2-Woo, you know that it’s lit
- Ayo Jayline, better up your chop
- Yeah, these niggas never on nothin'
- Smoking on Matt, that boy in the sky is two soking dotty niggaAnd y'all niggas not smokin' on Danny
- YGK, pulled it out the fanny
- Fuck that boy Lupa, he fuckin' a tranny
- Could never be lackin' and that's on my granny
- How niggas gunnin' for Rah?
- Spin the eight, y'all never outside
- And I'll never get shot in my eyes
- Smokin' on Mex' and this shit got me high
- Like, how niggas dissin'?
- Nigga, Notti went out on a mission
- If we get to throwin', ain't no competiton
- Fuck all the Gunnaz, it's everyone's shot
- Alina got slapped, took it on a hop, like
- And I don't do this rappin' shit
- When I catch me a 8, I'll hurt the bitch
- She gon' meet Lil' Rah when she's dead in a ditch
- F-Fuck that, she gon' die by a poke
- She soon be the next pack that I smoke
- I'm 9 9 packs , this shit ain't no joke
- I'm always on timin', the knock in my tote
- And you bitches can't beat me
- I can't wait 'til you really see me like bitch just stop nigga cuz notti suck my dick JB Sleeze, nigga is a bitch
- Runnin' and duck, you ain't have the stiff
- Like, .30 on my waist
- Tryna run, I'll wave it in your face
- Chase Down Gang, do him like he Caine
- One-Shot Gang, do him like he Wayne smoking lay he want out a dummy tata you next
- Like, niggas be rappin', they ain't gettin' back
- Stolo clappin', niggas got him clapped
- On feets, shootin' at the Makks “Kay Flock, Kyle Richh, TaTa” fuck OYK get in the cab
- R.I.P. LAY bitch we runing on DDot and his baby mama, brodie let it blast
- Spinnin' through the deuce, do it by my doly
- Matter fact, slidin' with the homie
- Two-top on me, time to shoot like Kobe
- Run into Eddie, do him like he owe me
- Clippa got shot, almost sent him holy shit nigga dead!!!!!!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- chilling on the yacht off the coast of trinidad and tobago
- smoking fine green in the sun, napping with bae's wap in the shade
- make something special, birth on a whole new level
- gods of creation, genetic computations and hormonal regulations
- chromosomes, bruv, yeah i got some
- double up, triple up, manage to be awesome
- no more living off crumbs, hella explosives in the buns
- can't just throw the baby out with the bathwater these days
- capital criminal, speaking so subliminal, concepts so liminal
- booter crunk up in this shiznit, double backie furreals wit it
- only i know the truth of these bars
- cuz that's essentially who they're for
- real life, like seriously, millennial business
- take a hint is the gist, but i know you miss
- the point
- words on the page, appearing as the rings of a tree
- fresh flowers on the table, putting subtle perfumes in the air
- clear out the inbox, get out of the herd
- amass a stockpile of bling, whips, chips, data, and arms
- board the valkyrie and jet to the sun, putting in laps just for fun
- medz in my brains, swallow em all the same
- enjoying this nap in the shade, eternal being in cosmic parade
- immortal technique like blade, rapping for days
- switch lanes, checking my three-sixty gaze
- bumping this loud ass music for metronome, now i'm cutting to the bone
- easy chillin, hella villain
- fuckin cares about criticism
- been around town with this lyricism
- digging wells on you fools, cuz i'm pumping fresh water
- i'm building small, earthen damns for rainwater collection
- diverting said rainwater into said wells
- zone out furreal in these heavyweight trials
- all types of wild accusations and denials
- real life, like seriously, napping with bae in the shade
- hella front line furreal, i'm in the trenches like mariana
- hella trilli on dese deals, face to face, ace to ace
- lacing myself with the piano's strings, what kind of toys did you bring?
- alaskan pow lines to the face, avalanches do take place
- wonder if we'll be found, ten feet deep with no air or sound
- my beacon is on, the heli is landing
- panic and emotion, race and race
- heart beating faster, trying to catch your breath
- can you breathe? is there a chance?
- fucking twelve, bruv
- fucking the logical into political, so i'm gassed up
- got this rasp when i nut