Battles CheckOutTwenty47 vs CeeingeePad
RULES
go ahead and spit boy
Max of 64 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
CheckOutTwenty47 won this battle!
4 ROUNDS
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- ayo cee in gee
- I'm on a murder spree
- and I'm coming to your house
- rap bat me now
- I'll give you something to laugh about
- smack your mouth
- how do you feel
- it's pretty obvious I have public appeal
- and so do you
- but you suck more ass than sudoku
- and I mean as far as a game
- like the one I'm playing man you lame
- and your raps are all the same
- a pity party
- and I rap about the city army
- you homosexual
- its all contextual
- we all know that your gay
- ceeingee in the bear bar to stay
- call himself an N word
- but he cant spit the verbs
- hes a cunt
- who cant shoot a gun, and he hunts
- hes got a man
- claims that hes good but he just got slammed
- how you feel fam
- I like Fork union more than you
- and thats saying alot too
- you rhymes are expired and overdue
- go ahead respond you'll lose
- when I ruin your life Ill buy you free booze
- do you even have a clue
- as to what Ill do to you
- I chose this beat Because your hated
- and half of your country is faded
- and yes I just stated
- god created
- me and you to battle
- go ahead there wont be a hastle
- your to easy to destroy
- so Im going easy on you boy
- ohh boy
- you lose the toy
- that went in your ass
- its pretty obvious I got too many raps
- I ready to slap
- smack
- leave a tooth or two
- on the floor, two belong to you
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Okay, I will
- Put down your mic, there's people out there who deserve it
- I deserve it, all you want is to win all the time in battles, and make me lose
- You have no clue of what I am about to do to you wit an hatchet
- I'll throw it to your face so there's no way you can catch it
- It'll go right through your skull like a knife through hot butter
- No offense my friend but your raps ain't gettin' any hotter
- There's a reason I call myself the bad boy of rap
- I've got guts to even rap about deep cuts in your throat that is gonna be on you
- Whack you, you have no idea of what is gonna happen to you
- Take you your ass out wit my AK, make sure that you'll die from a bullet wound on your damn knee, or maybe worse
- Your brain, give you brain damage, you won't even eat a sandwich, again
- I'm insane and I like to inflect pain
- Insanity runs through me Dex, it's like a drug through my veins, I never get enough of it
- Simply you'll be slaughtered wit my knife that is gonna go through you in minutes as I put a hint in its, crime scene
- I am the one who'll put a damn bullet through your head
- No witness, I'mma hit this shit wit a sense of dope as I cope and hope to kill ya wit not just a knife, hatchet, gun, but wit my words is really the gun cause when I spit bullets come from it to kill ya
- So my mouth is the gun and my words the bullets
- Better than a AK and a Pistol, cause my words are so much more lethal