Battles DamnedKing vs PoetProductions
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PoetProductions won this battle!
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Battle on September 4 2015
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Everyone's trying to kill me off, enough skill is what they need.
- I try to reason, put me in treason in this region, awaken the Legion!
- Even my loved ones push me away after all that we had to say.
- I don't have a army to follow, no one's as gnarly as my hollow.
- I am the last of my kindred, we were here when it was scripted.
- All that's left is a dying breed of only one that has to feed.
- I walk a lonely road in closely tight cities where phony toads do hip hop.
- We the Hellish, the nightmarish Gods that were banish for bein' fiendish.
- Now I'm the one that has to fight, give me a scythe blackness as light.
- Try to cut me down, I crushed your town.
- See this crown that I wear on this throne?
- Lord of Bones and nothing breaks in sticks and stones.
- The Almighty needed four and came to me and my brothers, I swore.
- With white ash left in my wake, I bash all that He had to make.
- We the riders and the fighters and we don't care if you're haters.
- I laid you to rest in peace because I am the beast and Priest.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I got you bent over like Rover did Grover
- It's over between me and your bitch cuz I drove her
- Bat shit when she's hung over kicking your Dover
- Sticking my dick in your daughters mouth breaking her molar
- I'm bottom dweller a mole spliced with a bulldozer move over
- She had one to many last night and told me she was older
- Then 18 I'm sorry she's a skank and only charges a Tolar...(0.75UDS)
- Those hips are the controller shit can grip to a bolder
- Though I gotta admit those nights without her were lonely
- When it was me only while she patrol-ly the streets only
- To jump on the meat for me she said your a father of fake phonies
- Back an forth out of prison, I'm a G your a flake, blow me
- This is for all of the fans and the ones know do know me
- I give it to you, prop in hip-hop, hit this bitch till his lip drop
- While I slither at his hips, chomp, Hisss, till he's pissed off
- I'm this Boss and that's the Boss of all Boss's
- Astronomic a neurotic King of all the rap tonic it hospice
- Oops I meant hostile aint nothing nice comes out my fucking moth I'm Buck wiled