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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • My first real opponent, sir real, my microphone ownage is a mixture of GOKU and rigid steel/
  • No need for stealing, cause this steel steal your life, you'll get what you want behind bars, like your last meal/
  • I put em in this box, return to sender, cause this sir ain't real like a transgender/
  • Did i mention my reckless, and deadly hammeroging transcendent powers, no need for false things (flossing) like dentures/
  • I'll javelin jab your ass in the abdomen, then impale you on an abatis/
  • During this afflatus, talk to nasa and blast you into space and knock the rings off of saturn/
  • I'll noose your neck, till the dude is blue and dead/
  • Russians vs german soldiers in world war two, fighting till the troopers fled/
  • Bet you getting hype and shit, 30 second ad, you can't fight the clip/
  • Yo i got bars, shit that'll leave you with scars/
  • When I'm coming with it, I'll light your top like a cop car/
  • I got the sight of an eagle, but staring down the sight of my desert eagle, till i can't see people/
  • Vin diesel with a sleeper vibe, above your god like a church steeple, so hide/
  • No more messing around, i leave messes of bodies cause my head's a mess/
  • Compress your chest, them bend your neck ten different ways till there's different sections/
  • I'm over and out, you can't beat these hands like you in detention/

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Fresh out the box, like some new blue gazelle's
  • messin' with rocks, will put ya life through hell
  • Plasma no swagger, choking like he got asthma
  • rap put in a trash compactor, like Captain Phasma
  • hung drawn and quartered, at my first order
  • foreigner invade boarders, torture cut corners
  • lock stock wit a double barrel, extract shrapnel
  • wit the scalpel, i mack this actual battle like apple
  • states of matter get battered, illusions are shattered
  • as i capture another rapper, bastards blood splatter
  • all on the plastic sheeting, i unleash a beating
  • rinse and repeat, until ya cease breathing
  • pleading wit drastic reasons, begin killing season
  • ferocity increasing, beastin' like classic Neesons
  • rest in pieces, spirit released from the deceased
  • defeated and delete, then buried six feet deep..

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