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Redirected for the sake of David's pride....
Like Juggy says, "It's time, baby!"
And I can take this shit, or you can give it willingly!
Rap Battle Two is on it's wayborday
Almost twenty-fo hours after laborday.
So get your guns loaded, we've got a fighting to do,
The reason for my bad rapping, David, IS YOOOOU.
Like Juggy says, "It's time, baby!"
And I can take this shit, or you can give it willingly!
Rap Battle Two is on it's wayborday
Almost twenty-fo hours after laborday.
So get your guns loaded, we've got a fighting to do,
The reason for my bad rapping, David, IS YOOOOU.
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For it's Dirty D who will come take his prize!
You used the Juggernaut, and El Jefe, too!
Both fine choices, but now what can I do?
I'll talk about hippos! I'll be sure to win!
Fun to watch 'em deep-throat! (And they NEVER GET THIN!)
They sure are stupendous, and their noses are hairy!
I could go on and on 'til Excalibabruary!
But that's a rap for another time; you get the gist.
What you say, Chocolate Gobbler? Sure you're ready for this?
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Like Briar Cleaver said, "THIS IS A NIGHTMARE"
But not rhyming "choclate gobbler"? Man, that've given you umph!
Whole world woulda felt it like my penis' gallumph!
But I'll be fair and give ya one more chance if ya.....
STICK YA HAND DOWN SUM'UNS PANTS!
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Bro, ya can't MAKE me do that, 'cause it's already there!
Yeah, I didn't rhyme "gobbler." Ask if I give a hoot.
You didn't either, player of the skin flute!
And what could I use, "cobbler?" It would look like I blew it!
That's why I just took off my clothes, and I had to not do it!
I'll hit where it hurts, 'cause I really don't care!
And so tonight, when you're sitting there
Inside your house that's conditioned with air,
And eating your Christmas-time turkey with care,
About poor Dennis, don't you even worry.
But you best mind ME, or you'll lose in a hurry!
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Only skills like mine coulda framed the moon, though.
Then I left you behind, out in the cold, like a fridge
While I'm high on he hog like Old Magneto on his bridge!
Don't try messin, boy, don't even THINK you want some,
if you do, Whiskers was right....
Man, your dumb! Buuuuh!
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We just both have to face it, for there is no reason
For such an egocentric, incomplete rap like mine
To ever even have to be seen next to thine!
For I am the Schmolke, and my flow, she is hot!, and
My lyrics are good, and your lyrics are not!
And when I said "incomplete," I didn't mean what I said!
Just quoting Legato when he got shot in the head!
Go ahead and give up! You've made too many mistakes.
Go eat away your shame with oh, say, fifty cakes?
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I've heard smarter lyrics from Lil' Jon!
But down to bidness: Yo rhymes is shady!
Fifty cakes? A worse lyric than Ukelele Lady!
Yeah, being worse than Poncey ain't worth a fuss,
But D, I'd rather hear a rap from Gimme Gimme Octopus!
Your Schmolke rhyme, I hate to say it, really did suck-
And your verses are more tangled than the family tree for Clan McDuck!
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The one in The Boondocks with a dick past his thigh,
When I do what I do, you'll think that I'm cruel!
(And that refers to raps, not a butt-sex-riot, fool.)
You'll feel pounded and beated! But what'd you expect?
The McDuck Clan? *PFFT* What will it be next?
And the Ukelele Lady, man there ain't nothin' wrong.
In the glimmer of the moonlight, I love to sing that song!
So no more of that, or I'll make it un-fun!
I'll do an R. Kelly and I'll pull out my gun!
Your odds, insurmountable! Your time left, it's countable!
Take a note from Charles X and know that you BETTER run!
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I can't go balls deep- I'd blow their brains out! (lord forbid!)
Though it's a herculian organ, don't forget it's sense-a-tive
Like that time I saw bigfoot! (No, really I did!)
I could talk about myself for hours and hours,
but you'd get jealous, eat my brain, and try to steal my powers
Then you could jump to the moon, or say your letters in reverse
You'd be awesome like me, but just a little bit worse!
My brain would make you like a hand- right now your just a withered claw
It'd save Of-Course-He-Loved-And-Lost, I'm-Suprised-He-Loved-At-All!
But you can't eat my brain, so try out-rappin', little man
It won't work, since I'm strong like ark-guarding africans!
You're beats is akward boy, like a rape crisis call,
My words are sought out like Mewtwo when you try to catch 'em all! (Yeeeaaaahh....)
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that shit cant pass as song
but yalls gonna keep goin on
while i sit back and yawn
trust, i aint just tryin
to be negative, make yall cry and
discourage you from ya lil battle
about juggy, and his thunda crackle.
you boys are lucky
it's late and im tired
now you done got schooled
& its my time to expire
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which you disgrace
are clearly ours,
you without the face!
They should be short, you retort?
They're long and strong! (down to gt the friction on!)
While yours are weak and hardly speak
of jokes we've made most every night
and if they were a suit
and a size sixteen boot
they'd make juggs want to fuck cuz they so tight!
So be gone, or long on, or get referencin', aight?
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