Battles Channydin vs KIDCYNIC
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- As I smoke this blunt I hit it like a bunt but it kicks like a punt. What fun without the puns. Don't worry there's abundant but ones that are dumb founded. I've lost it...so I done found it. Like my shot so wet I almost drowned in it. The lifeguards are bouncin in. I think I need counseling. Or an ounce of weed cuz I got pronouns to feed my own ears for there's years to come, I think I'm turning dumb. And may I add oh wait what's the sum. Well nowhere is where I'm from but I don't care cuz I'm a scum. But I must come to my senses before its gone. But I aint done yappin my gun. No holster just strapping a stun. Electrically run. A hit novelty like a hip hopitty song. Its probably sung. No im not Bobby Lee Sung. Who are you? And why are you dropping a dung. I'm popping a lung tryna copy a song. Copyright? Wrong. Originality hits like a gong. Echos through like a shout in the mountains then gone. After the battle is won, the army rest. Rest in pieces for the pawns. The king and them go yawn. Go to sleep in the box till somebody knocks you awake. Man, poverty sucks, i cant even drop thirty bucks. All i wear are dirty socks. And my flirting sucks. But my sure thing is luck. Wait...My timeline is stuck. Im in a rut. All these bullets flying at me, but i cant even duck. I try to keep up. I try to keep from choosing a bad thought thats actually dumb. My net is factually crumbs to these money suckers sums. They outweigh me by tons. No wonder I need them in ones. One at a time like a bullet does guns then slowly build it up to a number that doubles up sums. Uh um, hood day madam the wisdom stops here, abruptly, in a whisper its done.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- //(Verse_1_PR3TTYYB0YY)
- as i sit, i watch it with my hands in my jacket pockets,
- the chicks laugh as the kids are the bullies targets, i wonder,
- why the kid never sticks up, these pricks never give up he sits,
- while the kids pass secrets he wants to quits he feels like shit bit,
- //
- by bit, desperate to get a grip but it gets to hard he,
- just wants to exit, he has no friendships got no acceptance.
- ya thinking his presence is his biggest questions this sentence.
- the tension, depression turns into intentions into vengence,
- //
- thinks of sins and his actions his emotions are explosions,
- oceans of uncontrolled emotions, motions. son of a cop,
- he grabs one of his fathers guns, with the decisions to teach,
- bullies a lesson with the gun we walked into seventh,
- //
- heated looking those conceited kids who treated him like shit,
- giving them a one way ticket for there spirit to visit,
- a very wicked, twisted place for these kids its a fitted place.
- embraces and faces there faces and places his finger on the trigger,
- //
- //(Verse_2_PR3TTYBOY)
- he try's to re consider but he's far to sinister a,
- true sinner and the kids are the winner as he delivers,
- two rounds into the bullies chest and to avoid arrest he's,
- next as he pressed the barrel to his head he invest's himself,
- //
- completely his health fades, he counts to twelve and ends himself.
- myself looking at everyone else, prayers to the upstairs,
- tears fall for those in deaths chairs how this fairs no one cares there's,
- scared as my hairs stand thinking how i should have taken a stand
- //
- helped this man, been his superman but now hes a certain,
- kind of stan, i wish i can go back change how it began but,
- i cant i'm just a man with a normal life span, damn man damn,
- stan how can you just stain your name how did you became this way.
- //
- i just saw you yesterday and you were okay, i know the,
- way they played there games weighed on you but you didnt have,
- to slay them away, everyday i would pray that today,
- you would stand up and say something instead of lay afraid.