Round 4: Ajax vs Serge

[trap.]

Ajax's Verse:

Say what you will about me, but....

I’d rather use Rudge’s style than be Frac’s dwarf clone.
manic D? Ya shit’s more like a half court zone.
My ears are a sizable set,
But, at least, I ain’t got only one that’s growin’ out the side of my neck.
You got it SIDEWAYS. So what, I lack weight,
Your babyfat gangsta lean forced ya pic to Landscape.
And of course I’m gassed up. On the net I’m a fixture;
Your dome’s so huge you couldn’t even fit your whole head in ya picture.
I’m missin’ the bling, I ain’t drivin’ a Lexus,
But, I’ll be damned if I EVER rock fishing wire as a necklace.
Sure I sport my hat like a frat n its supporters,
But shit’s NOTHING compared to the sombrero hangin’ in ya corner.
Ya scared of my pirate rep in this place.
It makes sense - Given your family’s perilous ocean trek to the States.
Callin’ ME the fisherman’s delirious....
Elian here’s got me beat on race, education AND starvin’ immigrant experience.
I spit what a God could relate to....
The breath of fresh air alone comin’ out my right nostril could take you.
Law student’s are FAR from type cool;
But,you’d fail an ESL study in futility at a junior high school.
Slight fool, I may be ugly, but the fact is:
You’re a mixture of Radio’s wit, Rudolph’s nose and Shaq’s lips.
I’m a school nerd, but just TRY to be hard,
And I’ll put my Law Degree from Duke up against your green card....


Game, Set, Match.



ronJ


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Serges Verse:

its like the m-80's i sell, serge keep blowin up on the scene
you so ugly, my fan tilted its head down when you loaded up on the screen
i barely know penicilin, you know medicine with deep burden
of havin lost twice to the prowlers archives with nasifs wordin
i play el mariachi, but your just all time lame
id put ya life in jeopordy if it werent invested in online games
jax say he a tough act to follow, but everyone truly knows
that if that were fact, how johnny depp jackin his movie roles?
n diss the fact that you might think im a fake thug
i'll still shoot ya back up like SPINE was a rape drug
you virgin bitch, loser of a netcee
peep my eyes well, its the last bush youll EVER see
shit happens when clips clappin, serge still rippin shit
but you known to leave a fake impression like my birth certificate
gahead n clown my brows, say that they fake n all
least my whole damn face dont look like its painted on
serge god, IM AN IMMIGRANT! that should give ya some help
cause wearin a wind breaker to text battle you just dissin yaself
like he jogged before he typed, hes left his rep rattled
im an alcoholic, least i dont sip protein shakes before text battles
bet hes proud too as he boldly hunches
that hes the only text rapper with a personal trainer to judge his punches
i hold my own jumpin borders for prowlers, so respect mines
as i respect your jumpin rope for hours thinkin of text lines