Instigator / Pro
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1587
rating
182
debates
55.77%
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Topic
#4321

[Unrated] Scarface vs K-Rino: Rap Artist Imitation Battle (One dissing the other)

Status
Finished

The debate is finished. The distribution of the voting points and the winner are presented below.

Winner & statistics
Winner
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0

After not so many votes...

It's a tie!
Parameters
Publication date
Last updated date
Type
Standard
Number of rounds
4
Time for argument
Three days
Max argument characters
7,000
Voting period
Two weeks
Point system
Winner selection
Voting system
Open
Contender / Con
0
1700
rating
544
debates
68.01%
won
Description

The Rules:
(RM: “We rap as the artists themselves. We must attempt to mimic the style or we do not deserve to call ourselves rappers or worthy adversaries ever again.”)
Pro is Scarface, Con is *K-Rino.

Unrated, under RationalMadman’s request.

Let the Rap Battles begin!!! 😈😈😈

Round 1
Pro
#1

Ya done fucked up thinking you got these dope-ass lines. 
Your 4th biggest cope since Francis became pope. 

I see the fear in your eyes,
Where do you get the nerve telling all of these lies

All your anarchy deception is clouded by the fact that yo momma shoulda popped contraception. 

Why the heck does your hair look like an umbrella? Are you homeless? 

Sleepin under bridges, avoiding people who will leave you in stitches, making it rain dandruff everywhere you goin, while I keep the lines flowing, got everyone asking why is it snowing.

Looks like you got a case of Eternal Bedhead Syndrome. Get some shampoo to fix that nest, yeah?

Why your eyes going lobsided? Did your reflection leave you blindsided? 
Are you tryna be Forest Whitaker? 

I’d end your career but you never really had one. You’re invisible, gonna fade into obscurity like all the other nobodies. 




Con
#2

Wolverine in the tomb, I done been in your room, stuck with makin' raps about mother's 'cause you're coddled in the womb,
Fuck you know about street life? Looney goon spittin' profuse amounts of delusions on unharmed tunes,
I murder the beat you're stuck in your room, writin' 'why's mom mad' type bitch with a scar from reachin' too far, this werewolf'll consume,
You're talkin hairstyles, sissy you're pounds too heavy to land that punchline, heart you heart BOOM BOOM,
Bars burn ya' like the momma you say shoulda used contraception, she aint holdin' back you's blue and black boo hoo,
Cryin' like a bitch 'cause there's bruises you doofus, dissin' the new man 'o the house, I told ya I'm a wolf, it's full moon in ya' room...
Round 2
Pro
#3

Wolverine in the tomb, I done been in your room, stuck with makin' raps about mother's 'cause you're coddled in the womb,
Bitch, you ain’t no Hugh Blackman. 
You look like my sleep paralysis demon. 

Fuck you know about street life? Looney goon spittin' profuse amounts of delusions on unharmed tunes,
I murder the beat you're stuck in your room, writin' 'why's mom mad' type bitch with a scar from reachin' too far, this werewolf'll consume,
You're talkin hairstyles, sissy you're pounds too heavy to land that punchline, heart you heart BOOM BOOM,
Bars burn ya' like the momma you say shoulda used contraception, she aint holdin' back you's blue and black boo hoo,
Cryin' like a bitch 'cause there's bruises you doofus, dissin' the new man 'o the house, I told ya I'm a wolf, it's full moon in ya' room...
Guess your vision’s gettin’ blurry, One-Eye. You’re just a lonely-ass furry. 

I get why you wear a costume, ‘cuz every pic of you looks like a crossbred E.T. and Planet of The Apes. (https://images.app.goo.gl/ktpio5DuvVtxBd3z5)



Con
#4

Did you even read the terms on which we had this engagement?
It said imitate and try, but you're just another nigga using ape-metaphors, race traitor,
I finna light your ass up like our ancestors with the shit only the negro know the fullest truth of what the KKK did,
You's the ape obeyin', whitey writin' what you sayin',
Crackers crackin' whips why's your name 'scarface'? 'cause the ass that you talk out of's got the cheeks white penis sprays in,
The only thing apparent bout your face is it keeps swaying, wonky head that they may break, they're already done with the spayin',
You see yes I am an ape and I'm an alien, fuckin' Pagan,
I'm the Chimp with all them wild boys, you're the gimp that even betas prey on.
Round 3
Pro
#5

It’s shedding season for our homeboy, Wannabe Wolverine. Don’t worry, I’m just teasin’
Thought you supposed to be this Big Bad Wolf
So why you whinin ‘like you Lil Red Ridin Hood? 

Me sayin you look like an ape wasn’t an attack on my race, it was me insulting the shape of your face. 

Where do you find the nerve calling me a traitor, as if you weren’t drinking that Kanye Koolaid. Like you the first bald nigga cryin that the government is at large and the jews are incharge.

HA! Bet K-Rino did NAZI that one coming. Talking about cheeks clapped. 
You ride that Anti-Semitism dick so hard
Bet that sodomy train is gonna hurt more than a colonoscopy. 

Master Kanye will be having you picking cotton, but really it’s just you cleaning the flakes of that dandruff stuff your toupee keeps on festering while you keep on pestering. 
Con
#6

Wolverine wannabe, ape-man, alien,
Same rhyme-scheme's gon' hit the crack that the cracker's been gapin',
We still aint got a clue where the scar on your face went,
Let me bring out the claws and slash that smile 'til you's lookin' the part you joker with the punchlines all vacant,
You're bringin' boos to the table, you're a snoozer, you're vagrante,
I'm bringin' booze to ya' home town, watch the walls crumblin' piggy, watch how red this nig paint 'em,
I got bars, in case your dumbass couldn't catch that metaphor, Ye's son,
You unholy pagan-ass punk spittin' shit for the black culture's deterioration,
You're the shill for some racists, my league? You aint even in one adjacent,
Aint nobody outside your area think of you when they here your rap-name, skunk,
You're the one to rap your hardest for label owner's validation,
I'm the one to rap to fuck with anything they hold sacred.
Round 4
Pro
#7

Stepping to me was a Death Sentence. 
My dick will be the last meal that you eat before your final execution, consider this retribution. 

You call this a rap battle, but this is so one-sided that it’s you falling into the trap and me putting you down like cattle. 

Giving blowjobs are your favorite pastime, so why haven’t all those mouth exercises given you a refined jawline? 

Your tongue be milking all the cocks of the big names in the Industry. So bout time you stop with the closet White Supremacy and all the bigotry. 

I be smoking you worse with these clues than you and your homie Hitler do to the Jews. 

Bitching that your neck is getting pinched. 
I’ll kill your hope, give you a noose so you get lynched. Bet you lycantherope.

As if it weren’t enough getting choked from having your throat being used as a cum-dumpster. 

You’re every Lowrider’s leftovers. They say be a good doggy and roll over, Clover. 

Funny how this little fairy thinks he’s my worthy adversary. 

Just in time for the referee to ring the bell right after I send you to hell. Touche, should I bring a bouquet to your funeral? Wind blows, ashes fly. Crows land, bros cry. 

I’d consider giving you A for Effort, but you’re taking this Big L.(https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Big_L)

The End. 
Con
#8

What we feelin' boys n girls?... Ladies, gentleman and scum that's here for scar n all that...
YOU WANT RINO TO REST THAT FOOL IN PEACE OR NOT? Fuck does Rino care? Rino gonna do what Rino gonna... Awwwwwoooooo

What was this dude thinking even startin' this beef?
Tell PETA I'm a wolf so they don't make this bull a martyr to sheep,
Imma break his fucking neck while his own mother's bargainin' cheap,
She knows he aint the best rapper in the game but want my heart to go weep,
This guy frothin' with aggression, bull vs matador vs wolf that's sharpenin' teeth,
The matador's the major record dealer with a red scarf at my feet,
Misdirection as I let the bull take barbs from his chief,
I come and bite the human's neck, I'm harder to beat,
But you know Imma stop there 'cause I'm humble and I'm partly asleep,
There's a sayin', the less the dude needs to brag 'bout his career, the larger the meat,
So go tell everyone how you dissin' big L as a closer 'cause I'm the K you're running hard past 'n' don't dare glare hard at when you greet.