Battles  218ThaRapper vs Hutch

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • your a bitch so get your ass in my kitchen, fry me some damn chicken,
  • turn up your volume and listen, and watch as my rhymes thicken,
  • fuck the instrumentals, i rap with fundamentals, i earn my damn credentials,
  • my rhyme schemes are stronger than that fuckin electromagnetic pulse,
  • resurrecting myself from cardiopulmonary arrest,
  • your a little bitch, after this battle youll run to the police and snitch,
  • well guess what ill say to the police bich FUCK THE POLICE FUCK FUCK,
  • yeah, i battle, only way for you to reach my level is for you to climb tha ladder,
  • i smoke chronic, my rhymes erupt out my mouth like theyr fucking volcanic,
  • thall shall not kill... fuck that im fucking demonic, i rap fucking harmonic,
  • thall shall spit... fuck yeah bitch, you better try cuz if you lose to me youll be slittin ur wrist,
  • my rapping skills are so goddamn ill they take jesus's crucifix and invert that shit,
  • after you eat my rhymes youll need ABDOMINOCENTESIS,
  • when it come to emotions i remain Undemonstrativeness,
  • when i spot your ass playin on the swing set,
  • ill come up and sting your ass till you sprint home lightning fast, bastard,
  • i got girls on my D wearin dat gucci gucci, they let me fuck their cuchi cuchis,
  • spit on that pussy to get it wet then fuck it til she screams quit,
  • when i pull out i notice her pussy starts bleeding so i jerk my dick til i start ejaculating,
  • all over her face with my white reproducing seed, call that shit a cumshot,
  • fuck off mahfucka you cant battle 218 tha mahfuckin rappar,

DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • I descended from battling for a bit, now I'm resurrected,
  • With a whole new selection of weapons to murder freshman,
  • Taking the battle section back, this time no fragile attacks,
  • I'm mad and upset, so I'll slash crappy-whack aspects
  • Zylo, I'm travelin' towards you! Start bashin' my attention
  • Or I'll pass your ass on that list and smash all of your intentions,
  • I act as a felon, but in fact there's no connection,
  • With that and the mad aggression sessions in my brain twenty-four seven,
  • I spit nasty flows on the go, crafty and never lacking flow,
  • Classy fo' the hoes, knockin' over baddies like dominoes,
  • Not too fast and not too slow, casually stacking votes,
  • Passionately I'll grow, irrationally you'll show,
  • I'm hungry, so fuck with me and I'll be scrunching your fucking rhyme schemes,
  • down my tummy, but the shit taste nasty like overcooked broccoli,
  • Revive as a mummy and I'll use your puppy to bloody the toilet seat,
  • And I'll be flushing you while barbecuing the remains of your puppy for your family to eat,
  • Hutch.

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