Battles -ian- vs Meruem
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You arrogant Weaboo you think we don't see through you?
- and read between your feedback lines and see the ego bleed through too
- Cultivating a following, a sheep farmer spinning yarns
- bleating silence to your penned up herd pent up verbs - barnyard barz
- Do IanDroids dream of electric sheep? Nope, 'cuz in your current state of flow block
- your disses just ain't charged, your lines fall flat: you flatline - that's no shock (can't defib flatline)
- A psych degree? nice Pedigree - that doggy treats or kiddy buggery?
- Pedophile styled Pedagoguery, but what you teaching there, Socrates?
- Let's paint the scene, YouTubing Don't Flop and jerking away to flipped verses
- watching the Clips until Daylyt K-shines in like the slap of Charron's reverses
- then you spill DNA, jizzing like Diz spitting when he gets the Eurgh (diz spit on him)
- your angles and hooks are protracted lines, so I stamp when you bite - you're curbed
- we see your disease in your crabby critiques, you're seeking to feed - cancerous
- consuming each high ranked battler like a cannibal - he's Ravenous
- study each member, stoke the fire inside like a dragon poised to strike
- but unless you're crossing picket lines or hoses, you ain't up for a fire fight
- So locked in this duel, I press and bury my blade to the hilt
- you spill your guts in confession like a Samurai's admission of guilt
- Slice ya into 3 pieces, make you narrate in the 3rd person
- Pluck out your I's, Now your blind: talking out your ass - that's turd cursin'
- Stab your forehead, now you're 3rd Eye Blind, flooding with Dopamine
- Stitch buttons where your eyes had been, mix Mescaline and Coraline
- I won't say it's a gas when I kill you, as the Sarin creeps devastating
- the meaning remains when you're heaven-bound, I say "Fairs in, keep elevating!"
DEFENDER'S RAP
- He's got a small group of friends who feed him gas n lies
- They say that you could take this? For real it's bad advice
- I'm not one for mercy when I deal with vapid lines
- Like a one night stand you won't see the ratchet twice!
- Crew on a chimera vibe; that's animals of all sorts with me packin' chrome
- We'll roll up in his hood to end him quickly at his home
- Have a robot catching shots like we're bringing cam'ra drones
- Then use the whip to get away like Indiana Jones!
- So fuck his top draw rep; it's time this golden spree stopped
- There's no real fire there; on a smoke machine job
- Relies on angles for his wins cos he's postin' weak drops
- If Droid scores in bars; brought em home with cheap shots!
- See if I turn up a secret that I'm willin' to spread
- The difference will be that my writtens add depth
- Like... while I'm getting high off the standards my winnin' has set
- This tramp'll lean putting a spring in his step
- Earned his stripes by dodging dots; scoffed at blazing tools
- But if he frames to catch a break, he's just as fake a fool
- Thinks he can bank off that spin then he'll find this game is cruel
- Straight on cue this in the pocket like he's got me playing pool!
- So that corny style he brings is one you'll never see me rate
- It can't stand up to mine, so this win's an easy take
- I follow through when I punch; got a real mean straight
- Have Droid rolling with the force like he's BB-8!