​silenzio milo vs. Jada Roston

[Intro: Nigel32 & silenzio milo, Spoken]
Milo, you ate that shit up!
Rap battle league, season one!
The beach peach and the sapphic heart, for real!

[Verse 1: silenzio milo]
Only met you a bit ago, don't wanna roast you too bad
But this is season one of a fuckin' league, the best battles ever had
So, by now, I'd tell you to go home to your dad
Because I'm gonna win, and you'll end up sad
I know you stand for peace, and that's good
But you need to toughen up for this, yes, you should
Start off super easy to beat, maybe not enough
I'm not a wimp, I'm rough, I'm tough
This is my second battle, I know this stuff
So, c'mon, write your verse, stop callin' your own bluff
I'm holdin' you up, keepin' you down, cuff to cuff
Don't be a sorе loser, don't cry, don't huff
Okay, for real, for real, it's your turn
Just gеt ready to be burned

[Verse 2: Jada Roston]
Thanks for the good luck
But really them lyrics make me feel like "what the fuck"
Your rhymes suck
Hope we cool after this, my bullets you can't miss
You probably so ugly, you never had a kiss
The only thing you ride is yo bouncy chair
My raps will be so good, it won't be fair
I would say sorry to hurt your feeling, but I don't care

[Verse 3: silenzio milo]
Alright, alright, you're not as bad as I presumed
But, what took you so long? Took forever to resume
I guess I really shouldn't have assumed, but
It isn't too late to not make the cut
Bitch, who you think will win?
I have a feelin' it won't be Jada Roston
The deadliest part of a shark is not the fin
It's the teeth, I come with the bite
This isn't just a battle, it's a fuckin' fight
You want the approval? You don't have my seal
When we finish, you won't be able to feel
Anything but defeat, your ass
I'm gonna beat your ass, yeah, real fast
You want me to go easy? Nah, nah, I'll definitely pass
Cut the fuckin' sass, give it to me
This'll feel much more than a little nose bleed
Doin' the opposite of an ego feedin'
So, grab a blanket, pull your feet in
'Cause there's only one seat in
The RBL hall of fame
Too bad it ain't for you, 'cause you're too lame
You just keep worryin', worryin', I don't feel the same
I wanted to start off tiny, go kinda tame
But now, we've started the rampage, it's time for the maim
On the main stage, we're best in show
Oh, wait, just me, you wouldn't know

[Verse 4: Jada Roston]
Damn, Milo, didn't think you had that in you
But like you said, I'm for peace, and you being rude
You think you brought the teeth
You about to be introduced to the real me
You think you a snack, then I'm a meal
You think you won, well, here's the deal
That is your fantasy, this is for real
I'm the queen, so get down and kneel
You think you rap shit, well let's get something correct
Jada Roston is the best
I'm done with peace, let's go
You'd be crazy if you want mo'
I spit like I got beef
So the best thing for you to do is go ahead and leave

[Verse 5: silenzio milo]
Nah, I'm not gonna fuckin' quit
Just cry your little tears, throw a whole fuckin' fit
Go take your seat, c'mon, go fuckin' sit
'Cause I've had more than enough of your fuckin' shit
I'm for serious, I'm winning, how fuckin' lit
I'll beat you, fuckin' bit by bit
To learn to be cool, you'd need a book and a fuckin' kit
You don't deserve any crown
You're in my fuckin' town
I did this last night, again, it's goin' down
Man, I can already see you start to frown
Motherfucker, I'll blow you to pieces
Genius fuckers, you need to fuckin' see this
I'll go down, you won't be able to beat this
Oh, I've seen you in action, ass is what you kiss
Thought you were my friend, turns out, only a fraction
There can only be one, let's start the fuckin' subtraction

[Verse 6: Jada Roston]
I'm sick of this, you think you a bad bitch?
I'm so advanced, I can rap this in three whole languages
I skipped third grade and passed sixth in all A's
You wouldn't understand because we are not the same
I'm younger than you all but ya'll like to play
The only thing the same about us is we a little gay
I love you Milo, but fuck this shit
Talkin' about go throw a fit
Go suck yo thumb, the only thing you'll suck
I only have one thing to say to you: good luck

[Verse 7: silenzio milo]
Passin' "good luck" back and forth
You skipped third, I wonder, how was fourth?
You're gettin' cold, wonder why you came up north
This shit isn't staged, isn't forced
I'm runnin' 'round, missin' my nonexistent Porsche
To win the game, you need to beat the source
So, I'll dive right in, take what's yours
Welcome to rap, do you need a little fuckin' tour?
This beat is rough, maybe a little too coarse
I'll dumb it down for you, how about this?
It's fun to come over here and fuckin' diss
So, what you think of that, sis?
Are you scared? Do you need me to hold your wrist?
'Cause you prolly can't punch with more than a five-fingered fist
I'm sorry, you I'll miss
I'm leavin' you in the dust, class is already dismissed
So, go back to your basement abyss
If you're a dog, I'm a cat, I claw, I hiss
Unlucky, but really, what the fucky?
I didn't expect it to go downhill, for you to become more sucky
You a rat, like the cheese, like Chuck E
Leave you in the mud, wonder how you got so mucky
You aren't dead yet, you'd better be grateful, you're lucky

[Verse 8: Jada Roston]
I don't need a tour, but do you want a tutor?
I didn't even go hard on you, I'll put on on the floor
I solve all cubes in 3.5 seconds
So, for being a bad boy, let me teach you a lesson
In 10 years from now, I'll be your boss
You tell me how you lost your twenty-fifth cat (Sorry for your loss)
Did I mention I'll fire you, too?
I'm sorry, but that's life, boo
You live in lies, so here's the truth
In many ways, I'm better than you
If you like to object
Go right ahead
But, think about it, when you work for the best
And how you need me to clean up your mess
So shut up, O'shiri, and get offline
This whole battle you made up is mine

[Verse 9: silenzio milo]
Oh, damn, you my boss? Well, ma'am
You'll need to install security cams
I'm stealin' your so-called trophy
You got it free, for no fee
But, Jada Roston, what I need you to see
Is that you'll never, ever, ever fuckin' beat me
You flex on me with your languages and smarts
But, I bet you have some bad habits, like clicking "add to cart"
I'll stab your apparently big brain with an equally big, big dart
Better add December twenty-second to your defeat chart
'Cause without your mark, you couldn't tell your multiple losses apart
You call this ass shit art?
I'd call it straight-up garbage
In a pear tree, you'll find a dead partridge
Oh, hell yeah, went there with the Christmas reference
Smokin' you big time, gonna need to pull up your defense
You think you have such big bars
But they're so tiny, I can't see them from afar
I'm sorry that I'm not sorry, you see
If the win has a lock, you forgot the fuckin' key
My rhymes are so fire, it's a fuckin' hazard
And everyone has seen, everybody has heard
Bet you didn't think you'd get murdered
It took five verses to kill this bird
Which is probably a new record
Alright, I'm done, just hand me the award

[Outro: silenzio milo]
This was seriously so fuckin' fun
So, who do you think won?