Battles TonyKehpootaz vs CODEX5
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- From the hottest spot in America is an American
- Eats the hottest things in his path crossed between ghandi and a sinner's whim
- Utilizing synonyms, acronyms, the antagonist that you root for,
- Make you my spittoon regularly getting c-4,
- Treat you like I treat my chicken
- I'll bathe you in your own children
- I'll drown you in boiling water and remove your skin
- Make chicharrones out of it and sell it to your friends
- Talk about making something out of nothing
- I'll make profit from my spit bucket
- And improvise selling youth baths
- with blood I filled the tub with in the back
- and 4 skulls floating
- Not to be boasting
- But I like my wings Red and doused
- Whether its here or my house
- I'll use my teeth to pull the tampon out
- Swing it back forth imitating a T rex
- my piece of meat served blue relentless
- I don't want to be like most
- Already know I'm not so
- I'll just keep being the same weird fuck
- With a mind tied between half fried, angelic, and corrupt
- I might go kill that piece of shit he has it coming
- I'll literally cut the shit especially around his young tummy
- see if he can still beat my (censored) while still running
- after I pull out all his teeth nails and make him give me a blumkin
- mail his head to his shit parents and then pray to God I don't get caught
- Because this, justice, just is
- just with, a perspective adjustment and is
- in my power and was obvious it needed to be brought
- I've tried and fought
- I'm free so I can't be bought
- And if I ever lose my shit again I'll run up to him with a gun
- no bullets and pistol whip him until his skull is thinner than the openness of a tear duct
- I really wish I was kidding but... I'm not.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I wont lay on the line for the lie.
- The Crescendo Disguised To look into the supernatural light
- in the darkest demonic hypnotic twisted eyes the requiem of a
- Devastating and hatefully silent Mind. Defined from a horrendous
- and tempting sign of disturbing continiously deadly
- feelings rise... How did we survive the intriquite twists on the agony
- amissed... Stitch by stitch they made the robot from the fabric of
- a Necromatic
- design.
- Until the stars became Alligned it systematically corrupted this
- awakening to only compromise the fact that the spirit remains beaten and
- abused and feeling
- undermined and faltered to ignorant swine.
- Revived and denied. Til Rejection swept the crypt Keeper straight
- from his feet. To this day I can't describe why I'd feel the existence
- of the rupturing veins that merely strike the light
- away from the lonely and solitary confinement perpetual and
- Greusome and horrendously lonely Ghostly life.
- Who am i? Merely a Jumble of Sounds written down and redefined.
- It's the Curses the questions, It's a cyclical and mythical Rhyme
- Fables and Hymms and Lyrics that come deep from with in
- Lowly tales to only revisit thoughts that i feel life is like, should
- only return hesitating to not too quickly remind the blind
- of the moment in which the death had kindly arrived.. The Figmented
- pictures of literature have come with signatures darker than divine
- interventions refine and submit that 0 is standing right next to nine
- than the tales
- of the misguided and
- a lightless night in a moonlit blood harvesting sight
- yet the blood only shines, When the Angel Death drinks his wine
- Blistered by whispers and fingers and triggers.. Stingers on
- on Singers, but blood on my fingers
- I've been playing the truth in the shape of a tune.. String strumming
- like Fingers that bleed on the youth.