Battles Concess vs MrLyrikill
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Underlying motive for battling with a rhyme
- Stop trying to find a reason for mine you'll die trying
- Rather try dying, it's what we can all comply in
- Like your girlfriends hymen
- Don't mind my humoristic little lines I write them with smiles
- Please do destroy me with the typing of your rhymes
- Maybe ours will be equally equine (haha)
- Insane, your breeches have a blood stain
- Don't blame me for being David Blaine
- taking out sugar canes between your ass panes
- And for the next trick I will attach t'you a ball chain
- Sink you to the bottom of the lake of shame
- Sorry for calling names, it's the perks of fame
- The game we are playing, it has just begun
- You're an orangutan speaking harangue tongue
- Why you gotta be so dang harsh I'm just having fun
- Mix some lemonade with my balls balsam
- Serve you for 25 cents a gram with a loving palm
- Dropping down your pendant shatter into shambles
- Oh, you're offended? Call a flight attendant
- Tell 'em my dick is mauling your ass tendons
- Call in your friends then you need help man
- Looking at you so subtle feeling feeble and nubble
- "He is in trouble help him out like a dopple
- ganger in a tub of gangrene covered stubbles!"
- I'm in struggle your arms are latched and toggled
- Grab my prosthesis limb attachments
- And slap my ass cheeks fixed with plastic
- Spewing out nasty, verbal gastric acid
- Now let me grab my hatchet.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I be bustin with my 44 and I have no control no more
- So lock the doors of the store because I want the money cause I'm poor.
- Even though my rhymes are hotter than the earth's core.
- I'm ready for any battle rap because with my passion
- I can destroy anybody's cash in a matter of seconds
- Because when I speak you know death beckons
- I reckon that rap will be the death of Mr L.
- But at the sound of the bell
- I come out swinging like Rocky Balboa
- I spit so much even the ark from Noah couldn't save you from my lyrical supernova.
- I'm going to be raps Katrina, leave people homeless and domeless with my word bullets
- I'm going to crush you like a year old pullet
- This will be the end of you and you know it
- I'm the backwoods misfit that can outwit you and will make you submit
- Because for the rap game I see that you are unfit
- You are as fake as cash that was counterfeit
- Maybe you should make a new account to hide your identity and readmit
- //Mr. Lyrikill stops rapping and thinks to himself, debating on stopping or not, then decides//
- Fuck that shit I aint done bustin like a gun cause I dont rap for fun
- I rap for the love like hip hop was my son
- Wack rappers like you are causing me anguish
- I write with my heart to make you fuckers languish
- Go check my anthology and you will see how much I hate people like you
- So step up your game or quit, what do you plan to do?