Rap Baddle

[Egg]

Amazing. Wow. Speechless.

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

Hey errybody it’s Big James Crick
He and his fam are extra thick
Got hooves so gross, make a blind man sick
Stomach so big that it covers his dick

Ask him any questions, he’ll tell you all lies.
Like how it wasn’t him, who ate all the pies.
One day he’ll quit posting, and it will be a treat
But until that day comes, he’ll ramble on about feet

Yes this is a diss track, I’m calling you out
Put down the fork boi, yo I bet you have gout
You think you got game James, you’re a wanna-be rapper
You can’t be a Playa, bitch your life’s in the crapper.

I ain’t spittin’ nonsense,
What I’m posting is true
Shit even @John Price
Is more gangsta than you

 

[HisIceness]

Hey errybody it’s Big James Crick
He and his fam are extra thick
Got hooves so gross, make a blind man sick
Stomach so big that it covers his dick

Ask him any questions, he’ll tell you all lies.
Like how it wasn’t him, who ate all the pies.
One day he’ll quit posting, and it will be a treat
But until that day comes, he’ll ramble on about feet

Yes this is a diss track, I’m calling you out
Put down the fork boi, yo I bet you have gout
You think you got game James, you’re a wanna-be rapper
You can’t be a Playa, bitch your life’s in the crapper.

I ain’t spittin’ nonsense,
What I’m posting is true
Shit even @John Price
Is more gangsta than you

 

[John Price]

I kill these rappers early in the game, abortion
Spit a verse like lemme get ya fam, extortion
Send these back to when they came, deportation

 

[MetalheadPenguinsFan]

Whatsamatter Big James, you too scared to reply
You wanted to battle, so drop the French fry
Can’t handle my flow, ‘cause my rhymes they are fire
Your fat ass needs a scooter, but your wife popped the tires

Your children are ugly and your family is poor
Somebody called Maury, cause your fat wife’s a whore
If y’all get any fatter you’ll fall straight through the floor
So put down the Big Macs, you don’t need anymore

 

[Egg]

All I see is bla, bla bla, am thinking ha ha ha.

*drops mic*

 

[DazeHereToAmaze91]

Lowkey disappointed. I expected some friendly, real rap battles. Who wants to battle?

 

[Club]

Looking at what I've accomplished in the eyes of a mile stone. Nothin more than a dial tone.

Nothin more than a beer to the gut. Where my soul lays. The taste, the feeling. Shoulda gone back to my old ways.

Y'all be crying and cringing. While I'm looking for a Budweiser can in an Albanian kitchen.

An alcoholic. Guzzling back youth. And these companies take my chump change. Turn it into profit - it's nonsense