Battles Mukrat vs
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Battle on March 24 2018
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Gargoyle's slumber underneath the tree that whispers
- one among the bark and stone , and unrest ghosts who grieve the winter
- Phlegm clot throats block remarks posed, bunker-ed behind strings that grip their
- mortal coil, forming subtle signs of seamless miser-y
- Pardon my association with them cryptid mishaps
- I'd been carved with lacerations by some grim geist till it's wrists snapped
- Still, I tread behind an invertebrate's footsteps
- The limp-leg stride still murmurs with your substance
- A straggling coward, rook to whoever approves him
- I'm anxious, scabbard falls without scruple to rebuke him
- Tell me what a beast you are and how you'll sink me through the floor
- Barely discreet I'll disregard and rouse the fiends, leak through my pores
- It's just that I can shift between pristine and something sinister
- While you script a speech to seem elite but sunder when I spin the words
- The hydra grew no vengeance in the eye of a gorgon
- And I've got one beheaded to derive you to your forgone
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I'm not a great dude, your bars are more bullshit than fox 8 news/
- Neglected like a shocked raped dude, You about to bite on my line like dock bait fool/
- I got permission to kick up dust and crack your ass with a bat like a baseball permit/
- After i am done, i'm dumping your ass like you cheated in a teenage relationship/
- I work with plants like botany, i'll body anybody and reject the green like kids with broccoli/
- Reach through your window for the stash, that's a pharmacy, my artistry hard, paint dudes like an art degree/
- Enraged when I engage with hand grenades on his face, metal bust holes in him like a pet cage/
- You won't forget my face, it's memorizing like Nicholas cage, I slammed his face into the dashboard, he was looking into the gauge/
- I'll write a page that'll knock a crowd off stage, cold as the ice age I'll go in a rage and make a pen from your ribcage/
- I call my hooks the sandman, you are all games no real shit, fake heart, transplant/
- All the shots fire at you like a camera man, I'm tough I take a man's stand/
- You already know how that shotty do, have you screaming S.O.S, like motley crue/
- Honestly dude, honesty's brutal, I'll seclude your burn, to the place it hurts the worst/
- You gonna have bandages all around your head like a turban covering the burns/