Battles  Hutch vs RapKing

RULES

Write about the good and the bad... Angel on one shoulder, the Devil on the other.

Max of 32 lines

THIS BATTLE IS OVER

Hutch won this battle!

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Battle on February 27 2014

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • *Devil* Big assignment, Mr. Hutchison,
  • you're task is to become a musician,
  • Get in a position to fuck the game
  • harder than I did your girlfriend,
  • Fuck their minds worse than inception,
  • rip apart their brains through lyrical dissection,
  • Hell, yeah, rap is your profession,
  • 'bout time this game sees an interception,
  • *Angel* Hell no, Eric, those goals are generic,
  • there's nothing this idiocy compares with,
  • The chances of succeeding
  • are too small to exist in numerics,
  • You sound like a fucking parrot,
  • monkey see monkey do, I swear it,
  • It's just repeated words coming out of every teenagers mouths,
  • it's just a phase you're in,
  • *Devil* Is rap what you want? Is that what you haunt?
  • Is attackin' a mic as ecstatic as schoolbooks? Huh?
  • If this is the fuckin' plate you ordered,
  • you're finishin' it before we leave the restaurant,
  • Do you like being a pawn? Like having a drawn
  • out life by someone who you is certain is always wrong?
  • You've only got a set number of years 'till your childhood
  • is all over and all of your goals are gone!
  • *Angel* Don't listen to him, ignore the confusion,
  • don't you dare jump over to conclusions,
  • This is life, and you've only got one chance to do this,
  • listen to me cause I've already been through this,
  • If you want an answer, I've got a solution,
  • you should refuse to listen to these rebuking pollution,
  • This shit has already been proven,
  • so don't waste your time, get back to studying school, and,

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Intro/
  • King on the mic
  • Verse 1/
  • I got tricks up my ass, you can't stop worrying for my clicks like an axe
  • Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax
  • I'm gonna proudly spit dope, just like my rhymes are a bounty globe,
  • my rhymes strike like acid chemicals,
  • I've got it complicated like decimals but still powers like incredibles,
  • yo shit all up in testacles but technicals show an X-ray like medicals
  • Fuck, I'm on with that Shady desire like Slim connected with a wire,
  • you admit ya have to amire when I spit "shut it bitch you a liar!" HA!
  • You remind of a dead moose, beaten up kids screaming" fuckin abuse!"
  • the thing is I wanna put your ass to use!
  • Shutting faggots on his obtuse lacking habits. I bet my shit now recognized
  • fuck betta go check on my status!
  • Up in my critter cage hard to keep my balance but no worries I got me some magnets.
  • I learned this bark ain't metal so while I go off and practice I'd better step on the pedal!
  • I ain't black I proudly admit in fact yo sit your ass down while I loudly shit it!
  • ain't no fuckin ordinary Joe,
  • I am a rapper whose words stab like a machete show!
  • I bout to crash all of you haters just debaters
  • feel like l laughing and sticking yall in broken elevators with
  • no insulators to make you try to climb out as gladiators! (Ha?)
  • I'm in a good mood for sharing yo to the police
  • There you can play jail games and make some peace.
  • Chorus/
  • People out there act like animals
  • Some like to have some fun (never overdone)
  • I'm the kind flipping through channels like machines on mechanicals
  • I'm just a rapper that is far from done and on the run!
  •  
  • Pe@ce out.

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