Battle (MuzikMaster T vs Bwelch70)

Lets begin, I'm about to battle Rapped Kin, No bad blood shredded from our skins

Bwelch, I'm a call you out like no one else, Your rhymes are shit and kinda smell

Lets face your basic I've already made,

My rhymes are laced with the dopest tracks that attack so fast

As I blast past my fast raps give whip lash then your whip crash

Whip that rap with Ivan on ya back, No need to hate that

Just don't fake ya raps, Don't do no of that trap, As I heard Future's dick is in that,

This dude is so whack, He smoked 300 ounces off crack,

And felt lost like a needle in a haystack,

Even though the one way street sign was way back, Covered in red

Next to a white Cadillac,

As I watched him sniff coke off his ass crack,

Then he walked up to me to ask back,

500 ounces of weed I said why you gotta step to me,

He said because you is a pimp G,

With a m.A.A.d Cadillac, Not to mention 500 stacks of money fat,

You might burn me alive like Michael Menson with that dope rap weapon

I said you've humiliated yourself enough,

Your high as a plane flying cat named Donald Trump Now go way back

As you look like an overly horny Monica performing for the American Beuarocracks

Now lets throw some complication,

You is a dude on Rapped claiming to be rich as the United Nations, I'll admit I got some dough

But when your rap you are lines like knock off blow,

Don't nobody want no more

I will demolish raps as you polish this pad,

Put it in ya plaque I don't want it back,

As that rap I made for this track

Will get you more money, success and fame you could ever get your old dame

Fuck this man, I would kidnap his ass but I can't have little kids in a white van

I'm pumping out the classics, You going Kanye on some sad shit

29 followers and you following 79, No wonder you ain't blown yet,

Ain't nobody got time to listen you crying from 36 lines of pain

I can run the game but hacks like you are what drives me insane

I'll acknowledge you got bars,

But could you ever so a mixtape and not be as ancient as Nicholas Tsar

No diss intended but your raps like traps niggas, All pretending

At least with my followers I got 10 and I follow 9, Guess which rapper lost a follower this time

This is the finale, Its me Master T, verses D welch 17

Now how let me point out the physically and lyrically obvious

How can you be the best when you unknown to the populace