Battles TwoOneEight vs ItsTheory
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Battle on March 13 2014 and Battle on March 23 2014
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Psychological issues, sippin shots of draino, reading my will to a pistol,
- before i go, im tryna pay lynn to let me fuck bristol, than pack the vape with H and say its wax,
- than pack the crystal, reach into my bag, grab a stab a bitch utencial,
- with the led to pennys head, turn penny into a pencil,
- use penny the pencil to draw a tattoo stencil
- than post up wit my mensos, lookin fresh as minty mentos,
- thrown up blood from swiggin 4 lokos, turn my boo black blue results of a choke hold,
- a lunatic who pull the shit ted bundy would do,
- yabadabadoo stoned in da stone henge eatin fruit loops,
- wit yoohoo, n 2 scoops of bleach to clear my sins,
- guardian angel say me and satan are twins,
- all dat shit happen quick before i unload the clip,
- spirit spitten from the heavens, rob heavens 7-11, then find a revrund to bless him,
- holy water burn holes in his flesh, fire replaces in his breathe, n rumbles with every step,
- sicker than throats with the strept, ignore my bitch when she callin jus to piss her off,
- answer the call like what bitch im busy, claim to miss me, but i know another dick she kissin,
- hang up the phone n roll a blunt laced with vicodins lie to my frens n say they vitamins,
- cut your body in fours then mix yo finger wit my pourage,
- its the cannibal munchin body parts like hot pockets,
- while chillen smokin doobies wit my bro sam k,
- im hot shit, cause im hot, n nobody touchn me, celebrate wit my bitch,
- but other dudes bitches fuckin me, they say im ugly, please use it in vane
- only able to maintain with this needle in my vein,
- reason why im still sane n not blown my brains,
- jus keep sippin that wine itll all be fine.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //VERSE 1:
- Since I was a youth, man I knew this was my destiny,
- the future was the truth, and a criminal was best to be,
- but gradually the group grew, stealing meant less to me,
- lacked synergy and energy, couldn't fill with lethargy,
- I came from the housing projects and ghetto streets,
- and rural Southern trailer parks where the metal speaks,
- now being middle class means nothing seems passionate,
- just means I got a nicer house to rhyme with assonance,
- obnoxious, used to get shoved into lockers and boxes,
- and now I'm feeling like a boxer, it's awkward, the projects,
- are waiting for a prospect, but it's obvious the chronic,
- and blasting Onyx, playing Cee-Lo is gone with the tonic,
- and vodka, now I'm awkward and thoughtless, I'm honest,
- it's gone and now the promises are broken, it's ironic,
- how I'm seen as ignorant, and I talk and walk funny,
- man we never had shit, y'all wonder why we talk money