Battles -ian- vs PoetProductions
RULES
32 line written. Dissin' of course with all due respect given
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-ian- won this battle!
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You didn't know what you were getting into when y'all signed up
- you posted for this card thinking you had the dance all lined up
- PoetP floods battles, but now the diluted deluge is all dried up
- I dissect your Art of the Kill, leave you denuded and all tied up
- you agreed to take this battle? are you concussed? have confusion?
- I crack open your skull to find out, scoop out some pus, see contusions
- so I lobotomize then cauterize the skewed ideas with caution
- burning them like Iverson, I cross 'em up like #God's #Son
- my Destiny spears your #Belly, watered down verses fly like tears cried
- I drown out your pathetic poetics with the boom my beat rides
- heavy hooks leave you shook, I fire up the globe with these elite lines
- shoulder the smoldering atlas, drop the Earth on your deceased rhymes
- 'cuz every angle you take in every hook that you shape
- is reel fishy in delivery I can't be lured to this wake
- your funeral impending, lady liberty laying in state
- your void words hang in space, punchlines literally staying in place
- Kid, just look at the tobacco chewed verses you spewed and threw here
- no heat, no curves, no change ups--you spittoon nothing new here
- and soon each battler on deck reads and sees you've no clue here
- hang 'em up kid, you've not improved since your rookie debut here
- 'cuz I'm toying with you, this is a game to me
- cats-cradling this victim, strung out like a dame roofied
- #throwing #ropes on you like a spider that #came to feed
- turned your insides into liquid, lit it and spat flame loogies
- I burn you with my spray and brand your skin with my battle scarred barcode
- scan it with an app, you see you're cargo in a cattle car cart load
- prod you along with hot iron verses wrought from the words honed
- by the slow-lined bovine battlers now merely IanDroid herd drones
- so PoetP, about your poetry, you think we really believe you?
- and not see how you repeatedly and evilly deceive too?
- with your "freestyles" really "key-styles" with Ctrl C & V freely used
- who here don't perceive that PoetReductions be obstructin' the real truth?
DEFENDER'S RAP
- You must be out of your fucking mental mind
- To think you can attack an asinine mind such as mine
- I'm looking at your Avatar and all I see is half a star
- A hundred bucks you bring it vicious to show how bad you are
- But what's suspicious is you know how sad your bars
- Sound when you spit its like it comes right off the top
- When you spend hours with a thesaurus in the night its soft so stop
- Your at a loss fighting with the halter-top but just cant get it off
- I'll get you off the same way I did your mother you faggot but my dick went soft
- So this is where I twist my top loos lips with racism just to piss you off
- Listen to your lisp is it natural, nope, from sucking dick with Todd
- Your uncle Jacks got you laid pumping you in the back full with sap
- I'm the Heisenberg totting a 50 Cal tearing holes in your rap so full of crap
- This is a whole other fact I got a headache but I'm still ill with a slap
- I can be a limp wrist and you a gangster your still a fag in a cap
- So listen up this is where I mix it up get your mother to piss in a cup
- Drink it then play stinky fish with your sister "hay Mista you missed the
- Boat your just to old you fucking wish ta be an evil genius like this hipsta"
- I'm a rhyme twister intertwine the lines like a mastermind Minister
- The one to administer the Dillinger of rhyme, Don of a Gangster sinister
- Thanks for dinner Sir you filled me up time to shit you out
- Wondering what the fuck your thinking to think you would ever win this bout
- I'm the type to go in the ring and not come out till I knock em' out
- So when you talk you better think before you speak, watch your fucking mouth
- I'm at the top of the game no one to stop me on a whole other plane
- Playing fields green when you see nothing but gray as your sole shutters in pain
- As I rhyme around you like your mother on a pole shatter your brain
- Drive you batters insane come on dawg what's the matter with pain
- Is it sadder in vain of being made another mans bitch like he and Roy
- Weren't sucking and fucking each other, "what's his name?" you ask, oh, LeanOnMeBoy
- Popping steroids to be a big boy but you another mans boy toy he employed
- To be his ploy he goes to and you like your ass destroyed this is what you cant avoid IanDroid