Battles Pi vs Junglewizard
RULES
No Rules B)
Max of 25 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Pi won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on January 27 2014
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You suppose you could step on a lyrical land mine
- You're canned cause your grand standing is as obvious as a tan line
- You being illiterate, and I mean more than a little bit-
- Riddle me this, you verse kind of colorful, skittles 'n' shit
- I griddle with spits, write hot shit that make brittle with scripts
- You the type of nigga that fiddle with dicks//whistles 'n' pricks
- I built it from scratch...twiggles and bricks
- My dogs pedigree no kibble 'n' bits//but rip you to bits
- Your rhymes just designed to bring giggles to kids
- My rhymes motivate niggas that put missiles through ships
- I regret to inform you//my form is informal
- I formulate lyrical formulas that may deform you
- forums should ignore you- I implore you to explore you
- lack of skills shows in a slack in stats for real//you bore YOU
- Matter of fact, give me your lunch money!
- You trying to rap fresh, but only come off looking a dust bunny!
- I swear I'm "in control" like the cord to your Xbox
- Best stop acting like you hard, before them texts stop
- N' I start bringing this lyrical massacre to your doorstep
- I'll take your mind 'n' open that bitch up with syllable forceps
- For illiterate whores I force to be clinically more stressed
- I give 'em a chore to spit till they soar or they bore death.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I slip through a crack in the back of a shack and grab an axe.
- The neighbors are asleep, tired from their daily labors, so I creep,
- Up to their front door, try to break in using the blunt core,
- Of the axe, break in easily with a few hacks, the door, it acts like wax.
- Boom, the door crackles, the whole room rattles.
- The guard dog comes barging, and charging, barking.
- But I'm already in the shadows,
- Ready and steady, I'm not going to be put on the gallows.
- The dog is heavy, but I'm deadly, I don't want this to get messy,
- So I throw a shoe at the piano.
- The beast, the hound, runs away, wanting to feast, to the noise.
- I decrease my sound, step into a room full of toys,
- Toys that a boy probably enjoys. It seems all too playful.
- There's even a cradle, the thing that will soon end this fable.
- I take off the leftover bagel on the maple table,
- And the apple.
- I'll need it for the battle, that'll shatter all of Seattle.
- I make my way to the master bedroom.
- My heart beats faster, boom.
- You probably assume I'm going to murder the groom,
- Maybe cut out the womb of the mother, with some shit like a broom.
- Then consume it? Then kill the uncle?
- Well, you're right. After all, I'm from the Jungle.