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letra de kandi vs bonnie godiva | pengame rap battle 2025 - pengame rap battle

[bonnie godiva – round 1]
i’m irritated thinking ’bout all these n-ggas you imitated
unrelated to the fact that you never been innovative
the illest make you fight for your life, then instigated
ice pick them, tip travel to here, then immigrated
more bars than penitentiary, you can get penetrated
h-lla basic, fake andrew tate, get levitated
your mother, devastated, discovered you, hеlla faded, like
way to blow your chance, you nеver made it
now wait a minute, let me get in my grove
this broke f-g dope head ain’t got sh-t else to lose
but his big mama and you should never get it confused
been dope, one smack to make you finish your food
you fresh f-ggot, finally wearing a men’s jacket
what is this, silk rabbit? it’s giving you skin rashes
sorta like your grandma’s corpse, straight wasted away
too much hair with thin patches
bit average, you getting beat in a quick fashion
b-tch slap ’em, you back in a van, sh-t happens
i got kandi in back of a van, kidnap him
f-ck thanos, halfway stones i been snapping
let me ask this, why do you think you’re a bad b-tch?
your mother’s a catfish, your father’s a flat pick
go figures, you came out fully a half-wit
i could cancel you, still wouldn’t be on the black list, p-ssy
and what you said? got to prove them things
i move them things, i ain’t never lose them things
blue faces, blue checks, if i blew them things
i’m a real rude gal, you don’t do them things?
[kandi – round 1]
this ain’t no normal fight
this b-tch racist, pen game, that’s a new normal right?
rap gets captain, ain’t no morgan spice, i expect more this time
shout out jurn, he always calls it right
now man pick up the popcorn
i’m gonna show you man how the northern fight
right, your name sharkeisha
you have three baby dads and no husband
two of your sons are in gangs, one’s dead, it’s disgusting
do you trust him? new man every week, and it crushed him
p-ssy ain’t bussin’, who would have bust in?
show me the man, let me cuss him, right
my bad, that was lazy
miss savage should be miscarriage the way she handles a baby
you wanna take it there? we can take it there
i’m fake for my cane rows?
in all of your vids you have straightened hair
go on then, go on then, make it fair
go on then, go on then, make it fair, ah
now they lock me in
you beat more black men than the police from rodney king
it could get vile, i can see a two-move hit from a mile
ask when i last f-cked cucha, ain’t been awhile
if i’m in the kkk, after i bust do i hit a sieg heil?
yo calm, good luck with your two-feet trial
don’t play the race thing, more time man i l!cked off a red stripe
your man jamaican, go get the raise in
put into gear and the gear ain’t raiding
your ting frouzy
sweat up to raas that you come from saudi
man, i won’t hear low me
man, kandi’s tapped when i slap you with anything
you got jordans, do you make your own jordans at home?
is that how you’re affording them, rose?
you call it s-xy, i call it a joke
so your best bet is to stop misspelling my death threats
culture vulture is rich
didn’t know black chicks could be meth heads
must be bonkers, came from yonkers
all of you aunties chased parked cars
and all of your uncles play with conkers
you ain’t been hard
there’s used condoms inside of your implants
i see the demons, i know where the gins are
your mum was a drinker, drinker, drinker
time
[bonnie godiva – round 2]
when i say kandi, y’all say sweet
kandi (sweet), kandi (sweet)
when i say kandi, y’all say sweet
kandi (sweet), kandi (sweet)
i’m ’bout to fry you like a pot and pan
n-gga i am not a fan
you look like a crackhead aquaman
lil brit, lil pakistan, acting like he african
okay, must be the crack again
’bout time you come out the closet
a badman? you really are a good guy, stop it
you look like you could sell kebab and profit
your rap name should be chili sauce or garlic
it’s top chef, and i’m cooking you
so let me show you what a foot could do
i don’t judge, but i’ll throw the whole book at you
‘cuz i see your whole life when i look at you
found out you are 1% a black guy
flip through the black side, was letting them packs fly
went on a crack high, got hit with a black eye
now you rapping on pen game thinking you that guy
basehead, and your gran can stay dead
the b-tch suck so much d-ck she brain dead
and you a straight fed
hit her with straight lead
she ain’t dead? tell that b-tch to play dead
p-ssy, and your girl wanna pound like a borrower
heard you spit, she a swallower
black d-ck gobbler
you be on the side like you proud of her?
went to instagram and had to follow her
look at her hands
can’t you tell that this b-tch is a man?
that it’s a d-ck in her pants
she can p-ss from a stand
so you live in a car and like to pick up a trans
mbappe, how you like to kick it with mans, fam
tell me how you face this b-tch
right now, he’s thinking ’bout it like “i hate this b-tch”
a calendar wouldn’t date this b-tch
a trafficker wouldn’t take this b-tch
and liam neeson wouldn’t save this b-tch
a drug dealer wouldn’t lace this b-tch
eliminate this b-tch
‘cuz even ginga wouldn’t take this b-tch
at 12, r. kelly wouldn’t take this b-tch
at 14, dutchavelli wouldn’t rape this b-tch
[kandi – round 2]
rolling around with malicious intentions
camp with extensions, look so poor
mic’s on fire, might get torn
never seen your vids but i’ve seen your p-rn
panties in your uncle’s ford
you went broke, had to strip, don’t try me
there’s about four man on your page
let them know where they all fit nicely, uh
two long pipes and the b-tch ain’t chinese
beg your nan act up, i’ll stab it
folks always try to ask me if i’m manic
tragic, free to the max, then vanish
cream with a cop car, kandi the baddest
smell like your box turn my man cabbage
t–th in your mouth have all been ravaged
same time i’m tryna level up, i live lavish
aye bonnie! how you gonna look at your son?
you sell your p-ssy online, how’s he gonna firm that one?
what’s he gonna learn from mum?
is he gonna turn out dumb?
a little burnout chump from a burnout slum
what do you expect?
the abortion specialist churned out one
uh, she tried to catfish, went on the block list
i sent her promo, something topless
baited her in, moving toxic m-s-ch-st, slightly, she wants it, uh
born into conflict, prynlee my dear
show them the monster from yonkers
show them the monster from yonkers! aye!
look at you, trashy, elbows bad
back looks batty, wouldn’t see no face, don’t talk no mad
there’s a vid of you mashing in maccies, aye
mashing in [?], mashing in trackies
mashing in parks and mashing in alleys
you had a henny inside your f-nny, aye
[?] from the people, what people
all of your sh-t was made in china
clothes and hair all made in china
makeup, nails all made in china
you want the dog inside, cuh you’re made in china
i wouldn’t hit though, you man, she got a puffy v-g-n-, hah
you want it with the baddest of baddest
you think all of the whites be having the maddest
so you speak to us different like kamala harris
start banging my chalice, the battle of malice
you’re like, uh, all of that f-cking or nothing
all of that sucking for nothing
you ain’t got no p-ssy, you got a bucket to cum in
woi, woi!

[bonnie godiva – round 3]
i already won so i’mma keep rapping ’til the feud done
your mother still swallow whole d-ck when the mood come
i’m talking drilling after drilling, she a loose one
it’s gruesome, never had the b-lls but you grew some
but you ain’t fire in the booth, not at all
not a boss, ‘cuz you look like charlie sloth, knock it off
i’ll grab you by your b-lls, this ain’t new to me, dog
be cool with me, dog
you faker than your jewellery, dog
every night, john wick, it’s just you and your dog
but tell me, who mouth cleaner though? you or the dog’s
other night he tried scr-w-ng his dog
weird b-tch, he like nail kits, hair wigs, all the weird sh-t
it’s real sick
but look at the sh-t that he deal with
his girl had more kids on her than field trips
and he still hit
like n-gga, do you love yourself?
hug yourself, look at how you drug yourself
the ex-girl told you “go f-ck yourself”, try cutting you off
you literally went and cut yourself, d-mn
little needy b-tch, thirsty for a greedy b-tch
kissing on the lips like he don’t know that’s where the s-m-n is
caught her sucking d-ck, she like “it ain’t what it seem it is!”
can you believe that he believed the b-tch?
probably still think your mother’s a virgin
i knew you were dumb, my n-gga, you are dumber in person
i’m sharp as a ginsu, i hold it against you
hit who? for the son of a b-tch is a b-tch too
tip two: it’s a pitbull versus a sh-tzu
so b-tch move, cuz your black side could get whipped too, p-ssy

[kandi – round 3]
half these girls, they’re just shaking ass
dead ting, breaking glass
not like me, you ain’t making bars
you should put all your eggs on dating marks, aye
are you man clocking it, stopping it?
half of her pum got rot in it
she ain’t got p-b-s, like she got moss in it
don’t try copping it, might go [?] in it, ah
da da dum dum da da
you’ll be looking like one-two rubber
i can’t believe that you came here looking chinese
and your mumsie looking like [?]
man a easy loss
your mum looks like she eats your dog
i can’t believe that you seen this one
i can’t believe that i seen this one, like ah
[?], ah
was a highway, i saw
aye, man i see your soul
saw your feet, man i see your, argh!
aye, wait, aye
half these girls, yeah yeah call it, call it

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