Mugshot_Rage vs InsensitiveAsshole

Battles Mugshot_Rage vs InsensitiveAsshole

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

alright...alright...that was sick but you used to many big words...wtf....Well regardless my rhymes will put you in the NEW YORK TIMES//
I come with power to “defeat”, you gon need a MIC 2 STOP IT//
I’ll probably stomp on you unintentionally cuz you MI-CRO-SCOPIC//
Your “Rhymes a Joke” lemme guess, you couldn’t “find the scope”?//
I’ll have you left just like your rhymes, cause your Rhymes is Broke//
Imma Design your face just like a Kaleidoscope//
If you anger me, my daggers gonna COLLIDE-with ya-THROAT//
You act famous, maybe on your corner where you BUY~the~DOPE//
But round here? I couldn’t find you with a MICROSCOPE//
Sorry Kid, I really wish I could say I~SEE~YOU//
But only time I do is when you in the I.C.U//Intensive Care Unit
When It comes 2 Rhymin I don’t care Christain, Catholic, Or Anglican//
I’ll have u stunned so bad you’ll stand just like a MANICAN//
I’m so hott, yet so cold, im like Jesus was//(Powerful)
Only time u coulnd’t feel me’s under ANESTHESIA//
When I talk I won’t take it back, cause what I say, I meant it//
You better believe Im from I.B that makes me SO AUTHENTIC//I.B a.k.a IllBattle
SO baiscally I don' understand why u wanna b facing me//
Im worth about 10 times more then your ACV//
So tell me is it really me that your tryna battle?//
10 cents your ACV, which is your ACTUAL CASH VALUE//(Check the Dictionary)
I come in “storming”, “Whore, this” is Me, Im like a GLOBAL WARMING//
SO Beware Cajun cause this IS your ONLY~WARNING

Challenger

DEFENDER'S RAP

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If you're a soldier, then i'm a terrorist, gun pressed to my chest, get laid to rest, next
Bullet in the chamber is for the next guy to anger me, yank on me, next guy to
Display blasphemy, I ate a snickers bar and I'm still hangry, sugarcoating I'm
Angry, anything that anybody is sending me is getting me ready for
The I-E-D, see I blow up like an I-E-D take your leg and leave your head bobbing, ears hurting
With a ping and a ring ting, click the firing pin and there's a dead marine, blooded
Out wondering where's the team, but its too early for that, no need to talk click clack
I can easily roast your ass with some minor chit chat, grab a steel bat, clink clink get
Set back, i peel your scalp back, with a backhand smack to the back of your head, whack your wack
Eat a snack pack then i quack like a duck, murder you, drop the body in aqueducts
See I erupts, growing pains in your distrust, this must kick dust, flinch much, you're a bitch much
Dick munching for lunch and drinking piss to wash down such cum that you sucks, sons got suction
You the type of guy to rub your dick in peanut butter and make a dog like it off
Like "get over here Rover lick the dick slower" as you rub his ears "good boy now bite
Down like a chew toy, make my boy parts bleed", as you moan and groan the dog thinks "this is my
Bone", and he rips the thing off, and he buries it out in the lawn, ok, end of the song

Defender