Battles  Potassium vs -ian-

RULES

Barfest

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THIS BATTLE IS OVER

-ian- won this battle!

2 ROUNDS

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Battle on January 22 2016

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • I'm going straight to it, carrying traits of a street poet with rhymes potent
  • Attack's on perpetual motion while layered down on these words spoken
  • People ask me why my verses aren't really direct, here's the answer you desire
  • Why should I? When you're just probably a grown #man #crawling around the #web
  • No #Tobey #Maguire
  • I'm the main man, you just a pained fan, who thought he had the heat,well this the rain fam
  • I ain't slack off man,I be really #writing for #em' like I'm the fan who's named #stan
  • I got #lyrical #bullets to show fo' when I'm confronted by a low foe
  • who got something to say, that means #words are on the #clip like #subbed #anime
  • It beats me for you to think you can beat me, but I'm hoping you can flare up
  • After our words have collided, you can see that with me, you're not #equal #sided
  • That's why you can never #square #up
  • You can try to run or grapple, but as soon as you move I'll hit your Adam's apple
  • While you Travel, and that's the only time you'll see #droid #running with #Apple
  • You'll fall in the canvas, your life? I'll snatch, just watch,
  • You don't #strike #hard enough, that's why you can't #light up in this #match
  • You have #personals and #occasional #punchlines, that I can easily handle
  • You gotta switch topics to win, but with your #two #points, how can you #try #angles ?
  • Your'e a joke in this battle arena, you can't make a tough stand,
  • I knew you were a #joker right off the #bat, #man
  • You can't last in this #battlefield, you've been inferior since birth you hopeless dirt
  • Sniper aimed at your head, leave before I put #holes at your #top like a #homeless #shirt

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • We got a 14 year old talking gun play, I wasn't gonna contest it
  • 'cuz I know you shoot blanks, your own #body #bag is a #contraceptive
  • your #pen #is skeet skeeting these sheets, impotent spraying of phrases
  • you ain't painting faces, face it, you're not at a phase to face this
  • I'm punch lining Cervixes, you're servicing perverted purchases
  • turning tricks 'cuz your raps aren't rich with verses or pertinence
  • you're curbside garbage, worthless child, your disses are verbless shit piles
  • gave me hemorrhoids sitting here trying to sort through your mirthless spit style
  • your sad attacks are dull stabs, pitter pat jabs that lack #punches
  • I #heavy #bag this nutless shrivel sack that packs whack (w)raps for lunches
  • I stack bodies in clustered bunches, pack each in lime one by one
  • to kill off the off-kilter filler you line up and run
  • we're sprinting here, what you thinking bringing your kitty litter yarn spinning?
  • you pussy, you're shitting stringy lines tied, but not tightly hitting
  • and you're pissing out disses thinking #urine (you're in) a #Pro #state
  • but you're so missing the beat with this amateur flow rate
  • you regurgitate barz, puke 'em up on the page
  • I reverse it and ate, but you're empty calories, mate
  • nothing of substance, you leave me in a #Hungary state of being
  • would take an entire #country to feed the angry place I'm feeding.
  • so I crush it inside and bury it, 'cuz no matter the feedback you're given
  • you brush it aside and carry on with the weak crap you're written
  • learning nothing in the process, and like your cliche #profile #sentence (#go #check #it)
  • #I #run #the #school #of #hard #knocks, #and #you're #the #first #in #attendance

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