R.B.T. 1 JohnJuliano vs. LtFuckingDan aka PiccoloVitD

[@JohnJuliano]
Who want it
I got it
You outta know I be on it
Astonishing with ebonics
Transmitted through electronics
A target is on yo back
And if you feeling attacked
Then it's safe to say you’re the one that this verse is directed at
It's a fact that I am the best
To prove it doing the best
Freestyling you ever seen
So who wanna come and contest
I hope that you got a vest the flows are rather concussive
I’m really not like the others
You thinking you really hot
But that’s just cause you in my oven
No wonder
I bring the thunder
You feel your bones start to shudder
You stutter
The verse that you start starts to sputter
Your fire is going out/ there really isn’t a doubt
Who’s winning in any battle
So keep my name outta your mouth

[@PiccoloVitD / LtFuckingDan]
Straight out the gate gotta Glock and a N9ne
Gotta pay homage 'till I’m done with 9-5
Everybody tryna body people with pellets, I
Think about it and they need get inna line
And I get my revolver with an M9
And take em all out without a fuckin’ sight
What a sight to see, to hear them bleed
Come on Em just let em breathe? Hahaha Psyche
Splitting every rappers brains open
To see them cope with
Every problem that is wrong with me, yuh
Maybe I’m complex with jawn text
And if you leave me on read
I will go red and go on that lyrical killing’ spree
Watch me watch me
Every one tryna fix problems, not me
I see these peeps with chains call it an ICEE
Thoughts running round my head
Tryna find my bitches dead?
Tryna find me in my bed?
Nah cunt I’m just lost in my head
Writing and lighting the flame to burn

[@JohnJuliano]
Lil Dan wanna battle but ain’t got the juice
If you sayin' you a monsta than I'm monsta-proof
Unstoppable
Through a brick wall knockin' you
Breakin' your every molecule
I don’t think you want this pain
I mean really what you got to gain
‘Cept some dirt thrown on your name
Your not insane
Unlike you I bring the rain
And when the storm blows through you will not remain
You will get blown away
I will be sitting on my throne today
So go away
I best not find you in my chair
Or I’mma lift you up physically
In the air
Throw you down
Get you run out of town
I’m just getting warmed up so don’t go their clown
I shut you down
'Till you don’t even wanna make a sound
Let alone rap
If you try to take my crown
Your face meets ground

[@PiccoloVitD / LtFuckingDan]
Hahaha, all these threats and zero proof
Drink some fucking Vodka, I call it juice
Everlast, Whiskey, Bourbon, Tequila
You can think of more but you a crowd pleaser
You couldn’t do shit even if you tried
Prolly why your dad left you, why you fucking crying'
Ya mom prolly fucked your bully cause you a bitch boy
Think you can stand to me? Fuck ya with a shit toy, stop lying, saying
“Battle this” and “battle that”
Come to me with a fucking battle axe
Take a second to, realize where you at
This my home town bitch what you think about that? HUH?
Your grammar? Disgusting
Your bars? Ain’t nothing
Your tone? Quit bumping
The dumb shit, you’re nothing
Can’t compete with a speed demon
Take a second to realize who’s leaving
This battle, with the W
You fucked up in line one, you ain’t no trouble (Phew!)