Battles Wolfish vs Maverick
RULES
Quickie 24-line freestyle diss with a beat
Max of 30 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Tenderfoot ain't the word to put on ya; you old bull head in Minnesota
- to boot that aint red soda, thats blood on ya shouldas dribblin
- since ya nose needs straightenin', after the fights you quibblin in
- repetition of loss, charlatan like T Carlson grabbin a tit or diddlin' kids
- television taught ya to fight. give up; get ya bitch, tag her in
- I'm itchin to spit 'er my writtens, on the bed that I'll have 'er in
- "Got 'er like Kim in my flannel", man; in the sheets, I'm the maverick
- Blastin her like a panel of damn craftsmen hammerin'; but with dick
- but my Benelli's my girly; boy, you really can't shoot for shit
- you tally up early, but in the end, you twistin that tourniquet
- bro; no; quit twistin and turnin it; forgot where ya aimin, kid?
- yo; breathe in, breathe out; well well; shot ya foot again; shit.
- You're a joke man, I get a kick when a punchline hit, and you missed it
- over your head, like the stick in my hand man, I'm quick with it; and sadistic
- I bet you'd like it, Mav-ochistic; just a footnote, an "asterisk kid"; a statistic
- who had nothin', then never got shit, missed ya chances to get rich quick..
- I'm a Bloodhound, sniffin out this, leucistic bohemian; where you hidin' son?
- you're underground, hidden from the sun sippin SPF like medicine
- You're a chameleon, blending in to everyone; unnoticed, unloved, unsung
- I'm the one, out in the sun casting shade; focused with words and tongue.
- whip's no Suburban; a shot of Weller n collector Wessen guns
- I'm sippin' bourbon worth no less than a hundred Hamiltons
- I'm high like walkin on doves, I fly by once and you're done
- Apply pressure or die unplugged; while I fly into the sun
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I finna roll up and squeeze, 'cause I'm fresh out the 'gate, with some coal on my teeth;
- How I smoldered to 'reens, my last foe like Smithers got too close to the heat
- In the saltiest seethe, if it boils to beef, then I'mma have y'all stewin'..
- On the bull wildebeest
- Not in culina-ry, but foreboding on me. 'Cause I'll cook you and you and,
- Call me Chef Boyardee. And that's including Ish T', who hilariously
- Tried to console his ho-mie since he voted for me, "Least you're better than Mav,
- When ya flowing on beat." I'll afford ya that deet', practiced more than I be
- But why Trill didn't go, to you for ideas, for his brawl against me (damn)
- As for Wolf suggesting, the polling must be, in pro-clivity
- For bolstering me the voguish, hinting "favoritism" is so beyond me
- Or "dickrode by preteens," 'cause Vrt projecting, after calling him cheeks
- All to discredit, that maybe, I'm actually, just out-performing emcees
- See Wolf, exhibit B: Like a wildlife park – Only except he's.. homeless and tipsy
- Even wrote about drinking,
- No saving if man's life's worth.. avoiding persistently.
- So like his banking finance, when stating that last-thing bro was wasted and trashed
- An alcoholic lone wolf, how he stays with a pack.
- Add benzodiazepines, 'til his percept' – of reality, AND mandibles clamping me,
- Are looser than my grip,
- on this Kahr K9.
- Now you're watching a vet,
- completely wash this canine.
- Like a dentist so bitch,
- get hit with the stick, and b-b-bite
- the bullet or shoot from the lip
- And if the latter then refer to the first line.