Battles dylfin vs -ian-
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Your girl #blows me until she makes #headlines
- I shread lines
- #Killing rappers so the only thing left behind is #dead #rhymes
- Put you to bed like its bed time
- So #holy that I'm drinking the reddest of #red #wine
- Killing you lyrically 'til #you'll #be #40 (UB40)
- Showing my #fake #colours like a #chameleon
- Your voice hurts my ears, its like #Justin #Bieber on #helium
- I'm like a #Brazil Nut, I'm rich in #selenium (Selena)
- I'm the king of #hip hop, and I'll break your #ilium
- Your punchlines are a #waste (waist)
- Taking away your #wisdom (teeth) so you can't copy and #paste (toothpaste)
- I'm like Cerberus' brother, #Orthrus, doesn't mean I'm #two-#faced
- I ain't the defender, I'm the challenger
- So #mysterious I'm like #JD #Salinger
- My lyrics can be read #forwards and #backwards they must be a #palindrome
- #Wow, in the #topspot in my #racecar driving into your #waistbone
- I'm so high up I should be on #Mars
- That's right I'm spitting #chocolate #bars
- Selling your rhymes in a sale in yo yard
- I'm the joker in a pack of cards
- Beat you to death with a #club and #spade
- Got a #black #heart 'cause your love for the Game fades
- So good I skip the qualifying rounds 'cause I'm a #wildcard
- I ain't no retard
- Your girl makes my dick like a #diamond 'cause its so #hard
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Dylfin, you want me? Kid, must be tripping your ass off
- You gotta a 50 % win rate, and your 5 wins were over suspect assholes
- As of this time, they have a collective rep count of 226
- That’s between 5 gimps with the most rejections on plenty of fish
- The most votes you ever got was when you faced Dannybot
- But that was only after I pointed out he stole an entire rap I’d wrought
- So you lucky for that win ‘cuz I gave it to you, Dylfin
- ‘cuz if I hadn’t you’d have lost and I’d get 2 wins with 1 rhythm
- Every rap you battle with you brag about fucking moms and shit
- Is this the best hit you verse with? This #regurgitated spit?
- #We #urge #it #slated for the shit pile along with your weak wit
- I take a leak on your pile, dilute it with my hi-octane piss
- Your ideas are diarrhea diorama dramas
- Floating like flotsam in the toilet or like the body of Osama
- Been Lagging and dragging at the bottom of the scene
- Fishy skills rotting and stinking up every line you cast and scheme
- and yet you lured me to this “fight” ‘cuz I battle even the rabble
- I’m forced to scramble, but it’s easy to respond to your drab babble
- I’m a towering force, you just a hoarse voice
- Naay, I make sport of your light-sourced rhyme choice
- Don’t be long in the face, you are dissected and divorced
- Without remorse as I splatter you as a mere matter of course
- So fuck you, Dylfin, you waste my time with your drivel
- You can’t rap, you can’t battle, I hope your dick shrivels
- Your nuts retract, wait, have they even fallen? Or do you riddle
- Your bed sheets with dead seed, making your safety helmet jiggle?
- Your parents go crazy with the noise every night
- Wait, they know that you play battle rapper on the computer right?
- Now your keyboard is diseased with the whack verses you keyed
- You’ve clearly deceived yourself into believing you can compete
- You deserve to bleed so I speedily relieve
- You of your ability to harm anyone else with the tripe you release
- So I cut you from contention with a scalpel as I razor your throat
- Put you out of your misery while you bitterly choke
- ‘cuz you have no balls, Dylfin, your man card is revoked
- I’ve been more challenged by a fetus clotheshanger poked