JJFP FREESTYLE SOLO BATTLE FINALS IV

[Da Brakes]

Here it is! After 3 weeks of battling we have finally come to the forth JJFP Freestlye Solo Battle Final!! This is how its going to go. The person who did best in the last round goes 1st (That was me). I will spit one 32 line verse, after I've done this Julie has 2 days to spit here 32 line verse.

After this has been done, both myself and Julie will spit another 32 liner each in the same order as before! once this is done, the poll will be opened and the winner shall be crowned!

Let the battle commence!

* 2 x 32 lines each (one after the other)

* 2 days to post your verse (read rules if unclear about this)

* Da Brakes to spit first

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[Da Brakes]

Its murder time, you already heard my rhymes

Everybody can’t deny I spit superb lines

Its time for annihilation, combined with humiliation

You try and write your rhymes but ain’t prepared for who your facing

Your bout to witness the demise of this veterinary nurse

You ain’t getting any better and I ain’t getting any worse

Not only will you lose this battle, you’ll lose your dignity

You’ll never get it back, just like your virginity

This is rap territory, trespassing is prohibited

So pack your bags and leave, shut the door after you exit it

You could never be like me, your weak I’m so fresh

The only thing we have in common is we both have no breasts

Your bout as blunt as a stone, I’m on point like tepee’s

Even if you hit me with a belt girl, you still couldn’t beat me

Verbally murder any bird, you never heard a sicker curser

Julie and rap is mismatched, just like bulimics and cheeseburgers

Like Renagade Tim, you’re a cheap imitation

I go above and beyond, just like deep penetration

Keep hesitating, sitting waiting, speculating my invasion

Better pack some sun tan lotion, coz I’m bringing heat, I’m blazing.

Can’t deny my talent Julie I’m hurting you hard

You have trouble spitting 16’s, god help you with 32 bars

Trying to take my title is like flirting with death

I dare you to touch my crown, goodbye its curtains your dead!

I don’t even take you serious, to me your just amusing

Any skill that you possess, best believe its an illusion

Its so confusing, you winning? it’s a delusion

I’ve been into the future and sorry you end up losing

I don’t care about this about this go first or go last business

I don’t have to go at all and I’ll still end up winning this

So go prepare your rhymes, coz mine are so ingenious

Don’t disagree coz if you do I’ll slap you with my penis

[Jazzy Julie]

Penis, what penis? your manhood is a joke,

Your all shrivelled up like you had too much coke.

What comes out your tongue, its just like dung,

Gotta shove socks down your pants to make you look like you hung.

Don’t be so shocked you asked for the degradation,

Forget mimi, this is my emancipation.

What you talking 'bout breasts, doubt you remember what they are,

You ain’t seen those since you were breast fed by your mama.

If you’re a real rapper then Lerkot is sane,

If you were a racehorse I’d put you down coz your lame.

Seems your mini fan base has made you so vain,

I’m taking that crown, I was born to reign.

You thought that was the weakest and you thought I was too,

False sense of security, girls are better, what you gonna do?

I’ve grown faster than a beanstalk drugged up on steroids,

Your flow is so wack, sounds like its been spit by androids.

Dude gotta murder mice to make him feel like a man,

Needed to use a trap, he couldn’t face it, so he ran,

Please, I bet woman kick your ass all the time,

Domestic violence reversal, your ass is mine.

Got you unsuspected when you got caught up in my rhyme,

I am getting better and you’ll see this is my prime.

Your rhymes are a crime, this verse will castigate,

Too many big words now, you can’t even masticate.

Never mind digest them, now you got verbal diarrhoea,

And just like Fresh Prince I’m gonna be a rap pioneer.

That went right over your head, gonna need a thesaurus,

Your just a tiny gecko, I’m a huge brontosaurus.

Feels like I’m in the stone age, you sound like a Neanderthal man,

Your words consist of one syllable, truth is you got one fan.

Better hope he’s watching and voting coz the rest are for me.

Never mind the second round, let me win and let this boy be.

[Da Brakes]

Oh how predictable, small penis jokes, well I’ll deliver the news

Let me tell you something, my dick is probably bigger than you

It’s such a damn shame, you ARE part of my fan base

This damn dame, needs to step up out of this mans game

Come on now we all know who’s most likely to win this

And don’t think, I don’t know who’s ghost writing your lyrics

Unsightly chicks like you, just need to leave this alone

This girl’s so ugly she needs to trick or treat on the phone

'Face’s Behind The Post’, your pictures lower the tone

No one wants to see your face, you’ll probably turn them to stone

Every time I see your photo, I’m like “Damn that’s depressing”

Is it just me, or do y’all think she looks like a man cross dressing?

Its true people, I’m not the only one, I ain’t lying man

Tim told me she looks like she’s been hit in the face with a frying pan

‘My mama’s breasts’ that was a low blow, that one

Oh, speaking of low blows Julie, how is YOUR Mum?

Oooooo so below the belt, that was hitting down at the ankles

You try to keep pace, but your falling and getting trampled

Any line you wanna spit, I’ll break it down and dismantle

Like a rusty knife blade, I’m something you can’t quite handle

Look around the forum, you ain’t got no one supporting you

Believe I’ll make you wish that your mum would have aborted you

You better recognise the skill just think about who you’re dissing

Hip Hop is like my food, you suffer from malnutrition.

If I got verbal diarrhoea, then you’re verbally constipated

Emancipated? You better sit down, you’ll get annihilated

Little girls should be seen and definitely not heard

Watch the way I chop words, have you saying ‘Stop it hurts!’

A real rapper? Nah, Julies just an impostor

You’re like the forgotten child who’s been put up to be fostered

End of the day its all jokes, its possible you can win

So give it your best shot dear, may the best man win

[Jazzy Julie]

Oh now you gotta’ call me a man to deal with this,

Face it, a girl is beating you, imma be real with this.

Y’all sexist dudes, come on get with the times,

Girls get stronger, men get weaker, just like your rhymes.

Rumors you’re startin’, sounds like a male Wendy Williams,

The way your talking sounds like your album sold millions.

I’m so good everyone thinks I’ve got my own ghostwriter,

You secretly stole all your rhymes, you a ghost biter.

Whoever you used wasn’t that good in the first place,

You’re callin’ me ugly? You cant get past first base.

Your just hatin’ coz my pictures are so appealing

Be careful, a secret crush you are revealing

What your saying doesn’t sound true, I can spit it with feeling

It wasn’t suppose to happen like this, the rules I am freewheeling

You thought it was set, you were champ, you had no doubt,

Well I’ve cut off your lifeline like a plant in a drought.

You’re the closest we have to a female winner,

If I were a rap God, I’d cast you down coz you a sinner.

Well I’m gonna change all that so hail the new queen,

That’s no longer you, bet you think turntable is a dream.

Sorry to beat you so close to your album release,

It may affect sales, your rap career will now decease.

“That girl just beat him” they no longer show interest,

Instead I’ll have the fans, like a swarm, like an infest.

Attracted to this honey, coz my rap smells so sweet,

Compared to me, yours would smell like sweaty feet.

That verse was so foul its gonna make me heave

Its too late now, this battle you cant retrieve.

Man I killed you, come on just wait for the inquest,

Wait for the results, the board will be impressed.

What a grand finale to this long competition,

I’m jazzy Julie, the rappers biggest inhibition