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FishChaser
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rating
62
debates
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Topic
#4670

Imitation battle: Golden BSP VS Vinnie Paz

Status
Finished

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

Winner & statistics
Better arguments
6
3
Better sources
4
2
Better legibility
2
2
Better conduct
2
2

After 3 votes and with 5 points ahead, the winner is...

FishChaser
Tags
rap battle
Parameters
Publication date
Last updated date
Type
Rated
Number of rounds
3
Time for argument
Three days
Max argument characters
10,000
Voting period
Two weeks
Point system
Multiple criterions
Voting system
Open
Minimal rating
None
Contender / Con
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RationalMadman
1709
rating
564
debates
68.17%
won
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Round 1
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FishChaser
Pro
#1
fat little angry jihadist...
I'll take your soul and pee on it
I'll fuck your bitch if she want it...
you got a bitch though? be honest

Goldie got twenty bitch
Goldie got money bitch
Goldie got lean in the cup he walk funny bitch
I'm going dummy hoe I'mma run up the chips
you're lookin' bummy though, just like a country hick
Goldie go up on the packet go uppin' the ratchet
go spastic attractin' the pussy like catnip
you're fat and you're squooshy your ass is
the weight of a ton of bricks
tryina' bend over, pick up a glock and your undies rip
I pour some codeine inside of a cup to sip
you pour(poor)....what? that's it

fatty pazzy raps about the gats he never actually used to blast peeps
cause' he's mad he's just a flabby crabby patty
bitch I really has lean, bitch I really taps these ass cheeks
really stack cheese, would you shoot up Goldie's addy if you had it?
you're too faggy to do that shit

I roll weed inside of the blunt
I put the codeine inside of the cup
I put the protein inside of her butt
I put the sausage inside of a slut








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RationalMadman
Con
#2

Walk in my hood, you'll be flat out dead in 3 minutes,
Coffin with the tatted pink-fluff sissy at peace in it,
This aint nothin' but a slaughter, you's Haram to be in the vicinity of, see your god's a label owner, mine's much higher 'n' infinite,
Allah Subhanahu wa ta'ala vs a briefcase from your daddy with some dollar bills in it,
Mimic of a gimmick, I'm shocked you're even in the same room I stepped in, prick,
Shoe to your mouth, Insha'llah you lose nerve and quit,
I don't wanna have to get your panties shit as I throw bricks, you lil shit but I will do what must be done, see I'm a man, you's a kid.

I can't stand that high pitched autotuned bullcrap in my ear,
Like what the fuck's you representin'? Gangster tats on a queer,
I aint hatin' on the queerness right here, let me make myself clear,
I think your raps are at their best in a bar while people down beer,
You're just a background rapper, eazy mac's bitch and it's weird,
AOTP, HMK and JMT 'til I get old with the beard,
See, I got nothin' against rap groups, it's just that Eazy sounds sick when you near,
I get your tactic collabin' you're whacker, so rap and boost Mac's career.
Round 2
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FishChaser
Pro
#3
next time there won't be a next time
cause' you'll be a dead guy
met your girl for sex time, yeah

when I be sippin' the codeine I'll spit on your whole team
AO-Toilet Paper, I shit on your homies
you wanna diss my approach, see
but business is golden for goldie
you stayin' true to the old ways
sure, but homie your image is phoney
you ain't gon' be in the trap and unload piece
 I show up I bet we'd sit and just roll weed

you'll never defeat me
that shit was about just as clever as feces
I'll sever your pp
I put you in box you go sleepy
you better than me? please
I use your head for graffiti
I blow out your brain
I blow out my brain on a lean spree
I'll kill us both when I load and I aim
I kill myself cause' I'm goin' insane

I'm gonna kill myself I'm gonna kill yourself I'm gonna kill when I slide with the stick
I do the homi you die and thats it
I put the knife in your dick
down to the handle bitch, right through the tip
I load the rifle and spit
all of these blunt that I light and I hit
I'm so lit that I feel as light as the shit that you writ

hoe I'm lifted
I know no difference
all is the same
I just do drug for the pain
you do not come where I came
right in your bitch...fuck it I'm humping a train
Goldie go up on the strain
That means I'm high on the bud that I drank
that means I smoke all the beer when I'm fucking your dame
fuck it, I'm sane

cuckin' you cluckadoodle rappers
buck at you with the drum bitch who
listens to you? rap bout' somethin' new
your shit is old...
I am a ghost and I'm cold
now I let Eazy Mac come with the flow...

Eazy Mac stumbles on stage with crushed xanax powder on his nose and a blunt in his hand on LSD with a half-eaten bag of shrooms falling out of his pocket

yeah yeah golden and eazy mac
grab you by the dick make your penis snap
you wanna talk about gay thats extremely that
you wanna talk about spray? bring your piece you twat

yeah yeah yeah yeah
no no no no

you ain't never shot shit you extremist fag
you wanna spit rhymes well then speak the facts
Eazy Mac really on lean and nax'
Eazy Mac really go freaking spaz


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RationalMadman
Con
#4

I aint even sure this a battle anymore,
But my fans want the rebuttal so I'm stuck rappin' to a whore,
Pimpslap her as she puckers, sucker punch the motherfucker, watch a fag fall to the floor,
Punk thinks he's touchin on my penis? leave his wankin' hand with bones shattered, trapped in a slammin' door,
Think you funny? you's a bore, dad left runnin' to the store, my dad a real G, don't care if I sunk low and struck you where it's sore,
Eazy Mac is not your father, you sound like a whimperin' gimp as you rap like a son doin a mean daddy's chore,
Both of ya're just bums doing drugs 'n' fuckin' bitches, tryna brag bout slut's loose vag the tits saggin' left wanting more.

Your only goal in life's to kill yourself,
No seriously, take a knife and kill yourself,
Mumble goodnight to your wife on autone and kiii-i-ii--ll you--u-r-self,
This the type of shit you spittin' to me, go take your heart in your hand bin yo' health,
Take your money to hell with ya' and singe yo' wealth,
Who's even gonna miss ya? Get a new tat and waste ink on some skin that's soon gonna go pale, dead body so high on drugs it winds up in a hole that it could dig itself.
Round 3
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FishChaser
Pro
#5
It's getting hard to feel the time pass
cause' the only future I see is in my past lately...
I got codeine in my wine glass
and I just wanna die fast...I wanna die now 
no one ever loved my ass
I be doing drugs cause' I'm white trash baby...
and I don't see how I last
but I guess thats fine, yeah...turn the lights out

codeine in my cup
I'm with the whole team and I'm drunk
hoe I got motion on a punk bitch
Goldie got the sauce in it...
and you know we gives a fuck
I'm with my homies on the road we rollin' up
and we all misfits

Eazy Mac falls over and a bottle of xanax bounces off the floor and hits Vinnie Paz in his man boob then Eazy gets up and spits the following:

we with the homies on the road
I snort that whole thing in a row
I been smoking with the hoes
I got the codeine and the dro
Goldie is a pro
we both so deep with the prose
you're a bogie from a troll
you're a phony with no flow



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RationalMadman
Con
#6
Pre-rap Clearups
  • Autone is a typo, meant autotune
  • Paz is known to rap with poor grammar intentionally if it benefits the flow.
  • Mac doesn't have a wife to my knowledge, but Paz would 100% put that there as it's a cliche scenario and 'wife' helps the internal rhyming.
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Finale


Everyone's a real G 'til their fans is dead on an OD,
Chokin' on the beef you got gluttonous for when you didn't know me,
I aint one to lay the sword down, AOTP wanna go, see I didn't think I needed them, this more old school and I'm OG,
Boy, I'll take the belt and beat you sober, just so you's awake for me to turn chicken poultry,
But on a technicality's it's Haram for me to leave you all ghostly,
So, I'll let you live on a bit, let the drugs kill you slowly,
See, your fans won't all be alive, they livin' like you preach, weak and addicted mostly,
And it aint like you sexy or gangsta, aint women thinkin' you dope, freak,
You mistake groupies for fangirls, like poison berries for groceries,
I feel sorry for you, you're just pathetic, I don't see a reason to keep spittin' when your bars all fail to roast me.