Battles BillyTheKidAKAPeyton vs Mystery_X
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Are you ready,
- Are you steady,
- What you doin' right now,
- I'm driving that fast car through yo' town,
- I'm making them beats blow you out of your house,
- This that shit that you don't want to know right now,
- So I'm making a fucking hole and it's six feet down,
- This ain't your shit,
- So hold onto your wits,
- Cause I'm already pissed,
- What's this shit Oh,
- This ain't yo' daddy's Lambo,
- I got a fast car,
- Are you ready,
- Are you steady,
- Bitch, you looking at the crown,
- I got that big Caddilac that'll make you fuckin' frown,
- You want that thing in the passenger seat,
- Well I'm not talking 'bout the girl,
- I'm talking about Ping Ping Ping,
- This ain't your shit,
- So hold onto your wits,
- Cause I'm already pissed,
- What's this shit Oh,
- This ain't yo' daddy's Lambo,
- I got a fast car,
- So this is when that shit gets real tough boy,
- But It's already rough boy,
- You don't know where I'm gonna go boy,
- Cause Billy The Kid ain't a shitshow boy,
- Even though yo' know boy,
- I don't accept yo' shit no boy,
- I'm the ultimate you never could withhold boy,
- That shit that's way above your threshold boy,
- Cause the fast car boy,
- Already got far boy,
- This ain't yo' daddy's Lambo,
- Cause I got a fast car,
- This ain't your shit,
- So hold onto your wits,
- Cause I'm already pissed,
- What's this shit Oh,
- This ain't yo' daddy's Lambo,
- I got a fast car,
- This ain't your shit,
- So hold onto those wits,
- Cause I'm already pissed,
- What's this fucking shit Oh,
- This ain't yo' daddy's fucking Lambo,
- Cause I got a fast car,
- Oh fast car.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- (Verse 1)
- I step on the stage, the crowd starts to roar,
- With each line I spit, they beg for more.
- My flow so smooth, it's like silk on a track,
- While you stumble and fumble, strugglin' to get back.
- (Chorus)
- I'm the rap god, the one they adore,
- Droppin' rhymes so sick, leaving jaws on the floor.
- No need to question, I'm the king of this game,
- Leavin' you in the dust, your rhymes just plain lame.
- (Verse 2)
- You claim to be a contender, but you lack the skill,
- Your words are weak, like a feather in the wind chill.
- I'm the heavyweight champ, knockin' you outta your place,
- Leavin' you dazed and confused, without a trace.
- (Bridge)
- I'm the lyrical assassin, slicin' through the beat,
- Leavin' scars on your ego, defeat after defeat.
- So step back, little one, know your place,
- You can't match my flow, my style, my grace.
- (Chorus)
- I'm the rap god, the one they adore,
- Droppin' rhymes so sick, leaving jaws on the floor.
- No need to question, I'm the king of this game,
- Leavin' you in the dust, your rhymes just plain lame.
- (Outro)
- So take these lyrics, let 'em ignite your flame,
- But remember, I'm the rap god, and I've staked my claim.
- So polish your skills, elevate your game,
- And maybe, just maybe, you'll find some fame.