Battles eas-c vs _Voltaire
RULES
defend your own mum/ discredit the rap and me
Max of 18 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- your raps like your mums blowjobs
- bit weak and needy alongside a few sobs
- can't get your pit'ful words into focus
- just like my vision when she soaks us
- so get some stories to write your passion about
- or i'll give you a clout
- knock some sense into your thick skull
- make your rhymes a little less dull
- and who knows, maybe in a year
- or two when you grow up
- all'l become clear
- that there's a standard here
- that you don't write shit down and hope for the best
- or use suggested words by rappad lest
- you want to create something worthwhile me reading
- while im seeding
- YOUR MUM.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I like my rap battles a blind like my bitches, ripping they jaw line needing stitches
- Stuffing the whole 7 inches, AND stuff in my balls bitch kiss em'.
- I think I'll have fun on this one, Make you wanna run and never come rap again
- Send you in the opposite direction like I had a gun
- firing point blank at your face. Picaxe and a mace swinging without blades
- Just metal scraping your skin As you lay facing the outside looking in.
- Listen the rap isn't getting thin- PSYCH! No prewritten just the beat of the mic,
- Fear for your life, while I jackknife hit the gas sped out With my system blasting,
- tires spinning out, Releasin' spinning and smashing, don't look down look up while
- I'm Skydiving shoving a crack attic needle In my vein smiling, laughing, Its paralyzingly
- Divine sends chills down your spine No it's not a punchline but a punchdive,
- I'm left to engrave your last words on the benign tumor in my left eye socket
- I rocket to the moon and bounce back, while you blast off to hell,
- for now I'll just pop a Prozac and hope you don't lock the gates, as I fell,
- Cause I'm behind you yelling at the demons,"HEY BOYS COME FIND HIM."