Battles KO-Doomzday vs Maverick
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- //Intro//
- Man, what you dissin' Person for
- All you raps used to be praised
- Now they just aged like milk
- Who you to be callin' bad?
- //Chorus//
- I've been told to praise you much
- But I can't be paid to love
- Someone that is so fraudulent
- Claims he's a god, but he's not a bit
- And even if you stand against me
- You try to take two hands and bend me
- But that ain't happenin', you ran ya self, see
- Only losers are desperate, the Xans you then eat
- //Verse//
- Now I don't wanna be that guy people think is a jerk
- But who tryna crown him like a king, but ain't work
- He ain't work, he ain't made an album even in sync with these perks
- You think you better than me, is that a death threat or just peace
- 'Cause ain't no backing away now, you dissed Person, the hetero cease
- I've made over thirty diss songs and won each one, my letters of ease
- But there's some types of people, some red and some green
- Some people try to diss others for attention, begging to see
- How many props it can get, or jocks it can sweat
- 'Cause if any people disrespect me, I'll lock in and bet
- That I can take you out even if you're praised as a goat
- Took you three years to make a mid album, lazy, alone
- As I can even comprehend it or maybe a rod get sended
- To me, but nothing's gonna happen to me, I'm not dependin'
- To see, how many points I get for being untouchable
- So short, you're gonna have to be leaving another stool
- Out the window, just so I can help you climb out
- You aren't what you eat, means you're garbage, you'll end up sign out
- You be signin' out by the time my elimination hits your system, racin'
- Now you can be embarrassed, now you're living's aching
- But how many people can you really diss before you start losin'
- I'll get to the control part six and Imma stop movin'
- And just start runnin', no standing or saying he stands tough
- While we celebrate, this man ain't gon' have his hands up
- They gon' be down, two albums and they both worst than my last
- Thirty songs, why you getting crowned like words in the past
- But you can't even destroy me, you're too coward to
- I dare you to respond back, it might empower you, I said
- //Chorus//
- I've been told to praise you much
- But I can't be paid to love
- Someone that is so fraudulent
- Claims he's a god, but he's not a bit
- And even if you stand against me
- You try to take two hands and bend me
- But that ain't happenin', you ran ya self, see
- Only losers are desperate, the Xans you then eat
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Lightwork to stiff-arm a, knight in shining armor fighting false alarms for
- Johnny on the ball court, Doncic scorin' over Ja Mor',
- Titan Tron contours
- Closin' in on screen settin', striking on the wrong cords
- Siding with the wrong corps, long-range with an encore
- We was scrappin' like we fuedin',
- me & Person
- This boy went to bat for him in 2 secs,
- just emergin'
- Outta nowhere like Randy Orton's move set,
- I reversed it
- Now says Mavvy is the truest,
- kneel and worship
- Before I "knock out Doomsday" like the Rapture on my to-do list ‐
- or you burnin', admire, adore,
- the way I work this fire in war
- You'll be ashed into a fumin'
- & left with a burning desire for more.
- Like between class to the diner, walkin' home
- a girl pass up behind ya, knockin' elbows and that's the first time ya
- been that close, to anyone who has a vagina
- 'cause you're gross, always splat the futon up
- and it molds, into a pandemic virus
- that's the lore, to his new album Bubonia
- incel flow, never had a boob on ya