Battles  DamnedKing vs BAD_IDEA

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • We’re coming back, fully stack, cloaks’ full black, breaking your back.
  • We are starting new, something you had never knew.
  • Cock the gun, lock-on no stun, get me the glock and start to run.
  • Hail the Kings of crime, brothers of dark rhymes.
  • You make us sick, can’t get a lick, step up to the wicked.
  • Come and get some, comin’ from the slums, slappin’ your girls’ bum.
  • Taking her soul, taking your sole purpose for livin’ and burying you in a hole.
  • We’re holding your bitch, my trigger finger got an itch, COME ON SNITCH!!.
  • Your lies will tell me will tell me ways you can die.
  • Blood’s gonna spill, Kings of the boneyard hill, fully stacked and ready to kill.
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  • “The holy don’t need your ass, someone had me my brass knuckles.
  • Don’t need a glock when you run, you run towards my SHOTGUN!
  • Gave your girl my cock, your soul’s in lock up, now’s not the time to duck.
  • We’re brothers in arms, got monsters ready to swarm, and plenty to harm.
  • A kick in the curb (curb stomp), then eatin’ and drinking slurp slurp.
  • A taste of blood a day, your blood’s as bad as your last play, I must say.
  • I’m worst than my brother but our mother was the whore to our bitch father (Satan).
  • So run and hide, no where to find help, here to skin your hind.
  • So say your last byes, take a last look at the skies, I’m holding all your ties.
  • We got our comeback, better get ready for some stack, breaking your back."
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  • (Both brothers)
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  • ‘cause we’re back, we’re already stacked, you fade from black to pale white.
  • You’re down the Hell hole, eatin’ your soul, taking your bitch in whole.
  • Sick mind (Insane mind), nowhere to hide (won’t be denied).
  • You’re gonna get shot, wait for the cock sound, hand us a glock and run..
  • Run towards the shotgun, lookin’ over the black sun, FIRE THE GUN!!
  • Heaven’s serving you up, someone had me a cup, get ready to pop.
  • Haunted past (nothing to last), get ready for the fast lane (blast off).
  • We don’t need to know, we’re starting the freak show, ARMED TO THE TEETH and blow.
  • Kings of the boneyard hill, someone has to take the kill, no one has our skill.
  • We’re brothers in arms, set off the alarms, WE’RE COMING IN LIKE SWARMS!!

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • So you’ll break my vertebrae and leave me inept and awkward?
  • Even then you’re second best at a stretch with your best foot forward
  • I bury the dead: Eric the Red and other testing men they lauded
  • Now they’re just dismembered Nordics who got remembered for it
  • You want to venture northward into my arctic and get your arse kicked
  • This nerd you bait with murderous hate will exterminate like a Dalek
  • You crave my blade ‘cuz it’s fast quick or maybe shaped like a large dick?
  • Between a dildo and a steel toe, for real though, you’d choose the yard stick
  • Save the parlor card tricks go bathe in garlic you’ve got a painted target
  • On your garroted arteries while I’m depraved and starving
  • Slain carcasses, graves and carnage it’s like ancient Carthage
  • And the Roman army has just marched bringing flames and hardship
  • It’s raining sharp tips of sorrow from archers bows the path is closed
  • I bring stories from the dark side of hope like Archie Roach
  • That’s word to first Australians I’ll steal your next generation
  • Like the Invid Invasion, Tim McVeigh them, spit my lyrics verbatim
  • In front a mirror til their clearer like you wrote them and rapped them
  • Hit the studio to make tracks and hope your demo goes platinum
  • But the hell knows what made you compelled to expel flows
  • Even with the words that I spell yo wearing my clothes and shell toes
  • You won’t excel bro, swell your nose, my prose like Kendal Grove’s elbows
  • The ghost shinobi of hell rose and there’s no hope to repel blows
  • It’s sounds like Velcro: the static cause you’re on an obsolete frequency..
  • You’ll be treated like Amanda Berry: very indecently, repeatedly..
  • I keep the key to beatin me a mystery and steeped in secrecy
  • Like Byzantine history speaks of a mythic Greek from the Aegean sea
  • But deeper regions breed the beast in me the creature this behemoth be
  • Still speaking allegorical stories with multiple meanings like Alighieri
  • Force feeding kids metaphoric pork ribs my talk is causing morbid obesity
  • Be cautious and meek with me - I won’t let you off easily
  • I'm Steven Se-gal in Hard to Kill, so guard your grill
  • From the start to the last part - I blast ill with larger skill..
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