Battles Metaphilie vs Youngocto
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Today in the morning as soon as I opened my eyes
- I set out up above to be high as the blue sky and I said
- i'm going to space till blue turns red and it explodes your face
- but instead i'm playing a joke I'm not really speaking the truth
- i usally don't speak what i do but you should see what i do
- anyway i am buit like a foundation made of brick i wont be
- broken down easily but i stand tall and like a wall
- my misson is to kill the lyrics on this rappad
- flying to Nasa I can see the sattelite
- Lord Jesus christ I'm always talking in your presence
- The stars yellow and I'm laying relaxed on a sofa
- my body takes off from my soul as i flow i feel detached
- my phone rings so i say hello and listen to her voice
- and the weed is green chilling with a fellow
- that was yesterday now i'm going to sleep in a few minutes
- tommorow will be the fourth of July and that's when we pop
- fireworks it's independance day
- My rap is like a diploma with a 4.0 GPA
DEFENDER'S RAP
- One two fuck you cause your screwed.
- Three four I am coming for you.
- Five six I be getting bricks get to my turf I hit you with a brick like debo
- Friday I turn to a thirteen you never want to fuck with ever again.
- Seven eight ,stay up late I will kill you will you sleeping I am not niece like
- Santa I turn krampus on you ass shoot up you block like a white boy
- Shoots up a campus .
- Nine ten you bitch is mine if I think she is fine I am getting a dime ever hour
- I turn intruders into sour milk.
- One two Fuck I got my eyes glued on who comes on my turf.
- Three four I make my hustle over flow it be pouring
- I take his old lady if her old man is snoring .
- Five six I am stick To my turf like gum on a hot summer day
- Seven eight your ass is not late to be killed if you stepped on my turf
- Or we gone to have a turf ware I sore up higher
- Nine ten I been righ to kill any one on my turf it's bout to be a turf war
- No guns bring one one my turf you a pussy.