Kanye West vs. Taylor Swift
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Bonus Battle! Taylor Swift!
Versus! Kanye West!
Begin!
It's Mr west
The modern Gandhi with the swagger unrivaled
Spitting verses so damn holy must
Have come from the Bible
With your love songs in your pages
You forever would be nameless
If I didn't come along and
Then make this bitch famous gold Digger
Sold for pop and became musically crude
And I'm still dropping hotter shit
Just rapping 'poopity scoop'
My autotune changed the game i'd suggest
That you should use it
Cause you can only sing two tones
Like you sampled your own music
Now drop off thе Earth, snake
And I'll come replacе your shit
My clothes sell out so quickly they
Should call me Tailor Swift
I broke the record of break
Out artists that I've launched
While you're the broken record of break up
Songs that high schools play at prom
Let me take that mic back
Let's see who is speechless
Your rapping's sloppy
Too bad you can't re-release it
Everyone loved your hit's until
You started rambling
Now the whole world is pissed
Like it's your Grammy
I'm for 'breaking the silence' but
They should've wired your mouth
Then you wouldn't rant on Kim and
Send your marriage Kanye South
I've never missed with genre switches
Folklore's hit the money
I killed it running country, you failed
Tryna run the country
Wax figures are the only kind of
Models that you've slept with
It's obvious since Since Park that
You're fishing for attention
Assaulting paparazzi
They should call you Roc-A-Felon
You couldn't even square up
In your Roblox cosplay
Hold up, hold up, hold up
Yo, that verse really hurt me
And I'mma let you finish
But we can call that Liz Rose wrote
The best of all your disses
You sued a dude a dollar
To bring justice to women?
I made bigger change when I drove
50 Cent out of business
Oh, call me Scooter Braun because
I'm stealing this match
Uh, ate so much pussy now I
Ate this one from Cats
I see why your fans stay
Disappointed after all that noise
From your release dates to Yandhi
Back to 'slavery's a choice'
Your verses were so monotonous and
Dragged on for so long
That you'd be off spewing your
Four hundred page contract
So don't rail on George
Based on your history with women
Seems you're only fond of bushes when
You push fiancés in them
Your career is like your clothing line
Torn up and washed out
Now you're only known as
The Electoral College Dropout
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