Battles TwoOneEight vs ItsTheory
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Battle on March 13 2014 and Battle on March 29 2014
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- little bitch little bitch count to three, how many rhymes, do you see,
- i may be homophobic, but atleast none of my rhymes are historic,
- but practically all of yours are now known as relics,
- my rhymes are so close that your struggling to stay calm,
- looks like someones claustrophobic,
- why didnt you say that before i started becoming heroic,
- i know im spitting fast, but if you would handcraft, your raps, you could catch up,
- instead you copying every line that involves a rhyme from an underground song,
- man you must be high to think i would miss that what did you just hit a bong,
- i mean come on man pick up a pen and count to ten,
- write each line with atleast one rhyme,
- everytime i read your shit all i can see is lil wayne lyrics,
- so heres a tip thatll get you on your feet,
- little bitch little bitch count to three, how many rhymes, do you see,
- if you can see, as many as me, than youve counted passed the number three,
- every time i walk to the school bitches try to sell me dirty ass dimes,
- so i tell em one more time with one of my little rhymes,
- okay, sir, i can your responding to battle, but stop, drop the mouse and run,
- you cant type anything equal or greater because my rhymes are the size of the equator,
- im the one and only, i can tell your jackin off feelin lonely,
- so here ill give you some porn to make the pain go away,
- fuckin little blondies with amazing bodies,
- turnin em on with my big ass dong,
- hittin my bong one last time before i fuck this pink pussy,
- this girl her name was taylor, she moved to my block straight from baylor,
- i walked up to her the first day and shuvved my whole fist up in the clit,
- shes screamin my name, sayin i got game, and i tell her girl you aint even seen my dick yet,
- so i unzip my pants, stuck my dick inbetween each of them legs,
- she was so fine that i gave her an extra i ate that puss till my tongue was numb,
- when i was done she said to me your the one, i told her no, sorry you was just fun,
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Dance with the devil, but you're a lap-dancer,
- watch me back-hand ya, then crack-slam ya,
- I pass cancer through the mic, have answers,
- to all of rap's questions, drive like jackhammers,
- killin' off everybody at the top, wack rappers,
- and stupid hipster underground backpackers,
- call me snack cracker, you're a crack snacker,
- battle rap's my habitat, I'm a plaque stacker,
- strapped with gats, back to back, ready, set, go,
- murder everybody with the heavyset flow,
- on the third verse, you'd never hurt worse, words,
- are weapons, step in and burst, disperse a verse,
- snatch your purse first, slurp sizzurp like serpents,
- blow purp, swerve like you curved at the curb,
- like I'm a preacher delivering a sermon at church,
- put you in a hearse, completely un-fuckable, Fred Durst,
- now I'm cursed, you urchins lurk, I put in work,
- while you serpents twerk, curtains close, sir,
- blood on your shirt, burst, when you rap and attack,
- packin' a Mac, crackin' a track, stackin' the cash,
- I'll soak your tux, you don't have one, broke and stuck,
- smokin' dust but thinkin' you're like Loaded Lux,
- freestyle but that fuckin' rap you wrote, it sucks,
- you can't open up, my crew, y'all can't cope with us,
- you're supposed to bust you busta, but no Busta,
- you're faker than a German hot-dog with no mustard,
- pick up the gat and burst while I drive past him swervin',
- little middle class suburban kid, your rapping's worse,
- than antichrists soaked in afterbirth in a Catholic church,
- send you back to Earth with this, eat the grass and dirt!
- Lyricists will commit suicide for just half a verse,
- 'till I rap and your ass is spaced out like Captain Kirk