I have divulged into many rap battles whilst fighting for the French monarchy, and I do believe that the better rap was uttered by Gertrude. Thus my vote goes to Gertrude.

I gotta give it to John here. 

Gertrude was still pretty good though

Coltrane listened to the crowd cheering for their favorite after the amazing battle that had just taken place. A lot of people had participated and he was pleased hoping his fight club would grow even bigger. He let a moment of suspense sink in before he raised Gertrude's arm, proclaiming her the winner of this round.

NEXT UP:

GERTRUDE THE KILLER RAPPER VS CHOLO

"I am looking for a valiant and courageous rapper to climb inside the ring next round, please contact Coltrane by mail if you're interested!" he added. "NOW, PLACE TO THE BATTLE!"

Just as Coltrane finished his announcement, gun shots could be heard.

"EVERYONE WITH THEIR HANDS ON THEIR HEADS!" yelled the cops barging inside the fighting arena. Before anyone had the time to react, a bullet went flying into Gertrude's chest, causing her to get propelled in the corner of the ring. A moment of shock followed as everyone was trying to figure out what happened. Then, without a single warning, the mobsters unleashed their anger on the coppers. You couldn't just walk around killing the mobsters you wanted because they're all a big family, looking for each other.

A couple of strongly built men brought the two cops down on the ring, both their faces swollen and bleeding. Without a word, Coltrane lifted his small silver pistol and ended their miserable lifes.

"Now, the show must go on!" he roared in the microphone, under the applause of the crowd. "But first, let's take a moment of silence for the fallen, who have been taken from us way to quickly." he added, placing his right hand on his chest. The arena seemed suspended in time, it was magical. Not a single noise was made, it almost felt as if they where at church.

"Thank you everyone, may she Rest In Peace." he finally let out, calmly. "Now does anyone want to take her place? A vaillant fighter or an ambitious artist?" He heard a huge yell coming from his left and a woman ran towards him, climbing on the stage. "Seems like we already have a taker! What's your name beautiful?"

"Princesa" she answered.

NEXT BATTLE

PRINCESA THE QUEEN VS CHOLO

"CHOLO WILL BE STARTING FIRST! MAY THE BATTLE BEGIN!"

Coltrane handed over the mic over to Cholo, waiting for him to grab it and rap his ass off. Nope. Not a single word squeaked out off his mouth. Coltrane quickly grabbed the mic from the starstruck man.

"Well then, get him off the stage please..." he asked the two bulky bodyguards. "Now let's hope the next battle can run smoothly!"

NEXT BATTLE :

PRINCESA THE CHEERLEADER VS BUGSY

"BUGSY WILL START OFF THE BATTLE! MAY THE BATTLE BEGIN!"

*Beat starts*

"Whoa whoa whoa, step back... don't come any closer,

you might trip, fall and choke on these words when they expose ya.

You've come here tonight thinking there's a rap battle of which you will be a contestant,

but it seems after the first lines you are already hot under the collar, here take this refreshment.

Okay now it's time to start the part where I'm dissing you,

but if you're nice, then I might consider saying sorry once I'm finished pissing on you.

You're Princesa but I'm the King, so I don't think you'll be able to do a thing,

you look like a pissed off gypsy, looking to jump on any guys ding.

I got a feeling all you're gonna do now is just have a huge rant,

but not to try and win the rap, no.. it's the fact I've embarrassed you to the point you now have piss in your pants.

But forget about that, that line was crap so now I'm gonna go in a little harder just to zap you from any lyrical past you may or may not of had, so please take a minute to listen to the next part because I'm about to finish your miserable ass!.

You might of remembered earlier I mentioned that you came here expecting to be a contestant,

but I think you have learned that my verses are worth the end prize, yours would just be a bad investment.

Please do not come a challenge me to another lyrical war, I'll just tell you to go back to being a street whore.. oops! I meant doing your street chores, I forgot you failed at that because your p***y smells like it came from a fish store!.

*Places mic on the floor for Princesa *

Boobie enters the ring after a long awaited response from the competitor, the so called Champ. The crowed becomes interested from the squelch of the microphone and Coltrane's bodyguards grabbing their chrome.  Coltrane tells his bodyguards to chill, steps to the front and ask what's the deal? I told you to pause and wait your turn. But now you've stepped in my ring! Do I need to clarify my stance? Boobie smiles and replies into the mic 'When I'm done we can revisit this situation."

*The beat drops*

I spit this flow here.... For the real ones. Real Spit Real Shit!

Them verbal assassins, speech bullies. Those the real ones

This thang started  with two spit fire ass guns. Haydos vs John-Dillenger round 1.

Now both gave their best shot to be at the top of the spot. But the crowed voted John Dilli the winner and gave Haydos the flop.

Haydos said fuq it went back to the block to check his flock. I wanna say R.I.P to John-Dillinger coz this is where his reign stopped.

Round two is where JD spit fire all at the dome of Gertrude, but Gertrude's flow was like a mermaid spittin water. This was the battle between  a Fire & Firefighter.

So of course the winner would be the Firefighter, John-Dillinger walked off with a pocket full of lint and wet flint for his lighter.

I spit this flow here.... For the real ones. Real Spit! Real Shit!

Them verbal assassins, speech bullies. Those the real ones

The next couple of real ones, turned to be fake. Not Gertrude shots in the street was her fate. Check out how in this thing of ours they come and they go.

Oh! Let me stick to the fake, Cholo yelled YOLO as he won by default. Princesa The Queeen  beat Cholo... Yeah by default. Now I'm raging mad and it ain't even the D's fault. Princesa entered the ring willfully as a queen, won by default and down graded her own steam. I mean how you turn cheerleader from queen?  Thats like swallowing before you chew, ass backwards eating. Is that what you do?  I'm laughing at you, walked pass your wall and the beast in my head is why I'm clapping at you. Who wants to hear a clown in a gown, passin balloon crowns around. This King of the Ring, Bugsy beat you with the clown bat. HANDS DOWN! To be specific he said he'd piss on you, before you piss yourself and ended it wit yo cooch smellin like the great Piss-Fish from hell.

Coltrane! I ain't got no beef in my teeth to be spittin at you. But a metaphor-less cheerleadin ghost is pretty damn laughable. I'm bout to bend a corner, my Boss called and said agitate gravel. To any of you rhyme slayers stepping in this ring for a battle, if you lack the mark of a beast I feel it's best you skedaddle. 

*Mic Drop* 

While the crowd was roaring, going crazy for Coltrane's crazy rap skills, he was trying to figure out what to do next. The last round hadn't been clear at all, with Boobie_Clark jumping in and saving the competition. It was now time to put it all back on track.

NEXT BATTLE :

THE SAVIOR BOOBIE_CLARK VS THE LYRICIST BUGSY VS THE RETUNRNING CHAMPION @HAROLD

"Harold will go first, Bugsy second and Boobie last! May the best rapper win!"

Alright everybody listen up, I got a confession to make,

I'm about to commit two murders, both with these words I say.

I'm fed up of these wannabe rappers thinking they can face me,

But once I'm done they'll realise only a God can replace me.

I'm a lyricist, a lyrical hypnotist, the greatest word smith bringing punchlines that ima hit you with to make you quit this shit,

and Harold I can promise you this... ima hit you with so many punchlines it will make you feel like you're getting simultaneously fucked so you won't need to fuck my bitch.

And then there's Boobie, coming over from North Side Chicago, trying to make a name for himself, no please.. just shut your pie hole!

This is my ring, I'm doing my thing, you'll have to get through me if you wanna be crowned the lyrical king.

But now it looks like you're a little nervous, you'll be struggling to get your words out it'll almost be like your voice is out of service.

You was kissing my ass in your last beat, this one is just gonna knock you off your feet because you can't compete.

Please, this crowd wants a rap battle, not a sing song, Harold can't rap and sings worse than king kong.

Boobie_Clark you're just unlucky perhaps, you've not come to battle, you've just walked yourself right into a Boobie_Trap.

Here put on this thinking hat, you're gonna need it to replace you current lines with a master rap now that you've heard my rap.

"Wanna verse me on the track?" I didn't verse you, I destroyed you.

You already know you're now waiting for another battle at the back of the queue.

Whilst you down there you can shine my shoes, and also take this shampoo. You can use it to clean the shit off you as I've just shitted all over you.

Finally, a final message for any future competitor. I'm not your opponent I am your predator. You give a basic verse and I'll be it's editor.

You step in this ring with me you may not walk out the same, I produce bars that can drive people alphabetically insane.

You have been warned, you will be slain.

What's Good! Respectfully. Why you disrespecting me directly? Did them last bars left you seeing stars? Respectfully.

My bad! You just softer than a cotton ball. Caught up in my feelings? No... Not at all. But perplexed, is the precision, of my penmanship.

(100% Loogy) Is all I ever spit. 

What you tell a person with rings around they eyes? Nada damn thing! They been told too many damn times! 

The truth on how true shit is, in this thang of ours is elusive.

Truth is I paused to up chuck spit, because next man was elusive. Now Harold spit some decent shit. I rank him par. No reason to be elusive. 

 Bugsy lost rank, coz he spit Sub par. He came out here abusive.  So Imma divide spit, all milk nipple shit. Abused and Abusive.

I wouldn't be surprised if real breast ghost wrote MYNOTS quotes. Since everybody lie just to be Lion. When it comes to spittin bars, you both deep throat. Take two puffs, linguistic mind blunt. Cerebral abusive. I never slack skills for this battle, you lackin. They skipped your generation. And the only ring where Bugsy is king, is the circle of masturbation.  

Do you need some lotion Bugsy Jack Off? Who else loves to jerk these jerks off? He's devoted, refereeing a circle for the JERK OFF. Got yo eyes closed countin and waitin, (All Hands!) til one of these jerks, jerk off.  Bugsy is smiling and grinning for the first Jack ass who prematurely jacks off. I just wanted to see how many times I could word play jerk, you jerk off. My bad it's Mr Hairy Palm aka Bugsy Jack Off. But Imma finish spittin fresh Nipple milk, in this Spit Off. While ya'll huddle up, clean each other up, from the Jerk Off

My name is Boobie. Everybody  love'm. They come in different shapes, different sizes and colors. I love to kiss'em, lick'em and even suck'em. But these cats act like Jack Sharkey and speed punch'em. Step yo game up! You lame mutts running in circles trying to sniff a Dames butt. While I'm posted in the corner wit a chic and her twin friends, helmet spit shined. I call it HEADS UP!

I mean come on Fam, 
I'm talking bout Boobies 
Besides do y'all really wanna battle?
OH.... So I can tell a story about how ya'll double teamed the tits of a Seaman Seawhore down by the Seashore. 
Your lyrics got yo whole crew seeing shit, your CL should whoop your ass! Got the whole crew Seasick!!  

Now Jack and Jill need to watch they mouth before I have a yo momma callin the Deacons and Preachers out. MYNOT Harold should replace the word jigga, with MYNOT! I hear what you thinking and I'm askin you, Why not? Is you the jiggaboo they label you? MYNOT! Besides it works both ways coz you could be MYNOT or my not. Penmanship (HIGH-MINDED) is where you're slackin, I think you need a enema for them Hershey highway bars. You been smackin.

Learn how to tell a story. Your vocab? Bore me! Half way through y'all rhymes I became narcoleptic. (SNORING)

I'm no saviour. But my name cross yo heart.
Call me Mr. Nipples bka Boobie_Clark. 

Mic Drop!! 

Walking off the stage yelling "EVERYBODY LOVES BOOBIES!"