Battles  IllWordz vs Croc

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • I put the led to work son! and let that thing revolve
  • no guns, more puns to son this little midget fraud!
  • its not my fault i was called to leave opponents appalled
  • You get ate up real quick! no bitin' involved...
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  • this cat thinks hes mad cold, like we should have seen the danger...
  • but i'll warm this McNugget up; unpluggin the Refrigerator
  • its an assault, I let him dissolve, plungin' him in salt
  • fry em up, light em up right after i left him thawed
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  • You Worthless piece of meat, you've been processed by the mainstream
  • Just cuz we both rap don't mean that we're on the same team!
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  • your flow is straight crummy, dummy. I've been laughin and i'm almost dead
  • cuz gettin' handled by other men is the only way you're gettin bread!
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  • Who the SLASH needs thirty bars to break down this little kid?!?!
  • i just grab a fork and a knife...and slice em into simple bits..
  • the riddle is...what do you gotta do to kill ME off in rap??
  • You gonna have to ketchup (catch-up), the way that i've been runnin' tracks!
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  • This kid is so soft, his raps are made of plush furs
  • to make up for that ..30% of his verses are cuss words
  • Makin fake gang signs, lame rhymes hopin' to get some rep up
  • well this kid must have no legs, cuz he clearly couldn't step up!

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Hotter than a lighter that's outta gas
  • Spit like a typewriter - outdated trash
  • Ain't a mad dad, bitches ain't goin' near that rash
  • On your dick from underground fuckin' with a splash
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  • God is real, yeah look at me up in here
  • You had to mishear, this time open your ear
  • I was supposed to strike fear in your asshole; queer
  • Not give you a desire to shove it in my rear
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  • You ain't got ill words, you just full of shit
  • I got skill, you just full of bull, now sit
  • The fuck down, you luck clown, leave room for the fit
  • To spit in this bitch and have real shit to submit
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  • You ain't on my level, I'm a lyrical devil
  • So go revel, I'll be here writing your peril
  • You're rhymes are sterile, I devour; I'm a feral
  • When I'm done there'll be enough to boot your ass central
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  • Don't need a match to make your bitch ass burn
  • So gassed up, just thinkin' of you makes my stomach churn
  • I spit fire and fry ya when I overturn
  • You're a sick liar, I tire, now it's your turn

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