userofpoop72 vs JuicyJobaJaba

Battles userofpoop72 vs JuicyJobaJaba

no slurs(hoe and milf don't count I mean like racial slurs)

Max of 21 lines

JuicyJobaJaba won this battle!

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

put your foot on the gas and drive real fast.
get yourself away from me or I'm gonna shoot ya ass.
little bitch you better run away.
call Kanye on a fucker and tell them they can't stay.
little bitch quit yo shit. I'm being fucking legit.
your words are quite rich coming from a bitch,
when you run I hope you get a side stitch I'm gonna make you burn like a witch.
I hate the way you walk. I hate the way you talk.
you can suck my cock, and shoot yourself with a Glock.
you got a game that you talk, but you ain't got shit.
you make me wanna bash my head with a rock, do you get the gist?
I'm a put you on a list, I'm gonna make you wish.
that you were never born bitch, hit you with my blade gonna make it switch.
then I'm gonna get sturdy with it real low as I watch you burn bro.
I'm gonna make you lose so bad you won't have an excuse to be mad.
those dreams you pursue keep them down, you ain't never gonna make it anywhere.
your fees are overdue so pay up now, if you don't pay I'll gun you down I don't care.
I'm not playing games I'll put your ass in jail.no Monopoly money can pay your bail.
you better fail.or I'm gonna make your ass fail.
I think you would rather do it yourself. then make me fuck you up like a inmate in your cell.
so let me tell you this one time,bitch go fuck yourself,you can go to hell.

Challenger

DEFENDER'S RAP

Let me get this straight, you want me to curve the complexity of my vocabulary to better suite your understanding?
That’s an easy task to follow, but it seems kind of demanding
The branding of lyrics I’m landing is what patents them as Juicy’s, it’s how I remain outstanding
So for you to say they make no sense is kind of ironic
Your lack of phonics is a chronic disease carrying to every country and territory
Every building of every story plunges into straight misery, it’s no clearstory
How my style came to be, but all I can say is the window was open to success
In opposition to those who aggress for me to cut the excess and settle for anything less than the best
Why you gotta be so pressed? Go and sit on the bench. You fumble words worse than a wide receiver refusing to kick on the jets
Life’s short like cigarettes, so no need to be upset. If I ever lose my temper with you then by the end of the day I’m bound to forget
Like castanets, I’m gon’ keep clackin’ away screamin’ “no regrets!”
And be the man I always knew I was capable of becoming
I worked relentlessly to develop this edge on society
So why in the world would I stop running?

Defender