Battles SomeoneElse vs CharmIZ
RULES
written raps only, 16 lines max.
Max of 30 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'l hang you like a vignette cops screaming capital murder he's dead
- i'l wrap you with this lyric bury you in the ground and wait for the dirt to set
- you claim it but i'm the verbal slayer in the booth with a record player
- i'm psychic i'l be the one to win that's right i'm a soothsayer
- you'l end a up in a sin bin cause i'm the lyrical savior
- my behaviour like a cannibal or carnivore cause i eat rappers with a metaphor
- or a simile i put friends to the test like they my enemy
- now imagine what i'm gonna do when you're standing next to me
- bend on one knee and accept defeat and i'l choose whether you live or die randomly
- cause the challenge part is just triviality i'm gonna get crowned in reality
- cause you make noise when you rap I've got ultra sound
- i'm a nuclear missile inbound you're as worthless as a Syrian pound
- i'l do more than match you round for round
- i'l decompose your body until you're one with the ground
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo,O.K. BITCH so you chose a verbal murder?
- Gangsta from guttter,you won't withstand this muddle
- Punk ass troubles,Im make this cunk nuggle juggle
- Cocksucker,I tuggle this thoughts and bake ‘em up and shruddle
- I’ll spit this terror slur,like forbidden curse,you can fit in my girl’s purse
- Reverse, the track,seems first,you’been hurt,but now you’re dispersed
- In flood of words,now the conditions ‘re worse,so adverse
- You can barely search,your soul,i gave birth to my verse,you copied shit and merged
- I guess some one fucked elves,that’s why they call you someone else
- I walked on egg shells,I let pen and paper tell, that’s my magic spell
- Dawg,IM snatch your ribs off,set ‘em at smorgasbord with pork
- Don’t ya worry about fork,got couple of jigsaws,is that your face or Rick Ross ‘s cock
- IM stuff you in Hilary Duff’s puff,each handcuff pulled around your bum,cling my dick with keys
- Your nutsacks ciezed,they call ya “black eyed” without the peas
- Your conscience lost the way like Tinchy Stryder’s spaceships,bitch keep peace
- Imma a beast,remeber this dick ain’t for free,now all you can do is pee