Battles TheGhostFaced vs SliptPsyche
RULES
Mild cursing - anybody who is not over seventeen, have some mercy on me, oww!
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Before we start at each other, bummer, lemme tell you i'mma teen of sixteen
- Don't think why i bothered to say that, eh, i dun like to keep details unseen
- Getch'er magazines, carbine and gasoline bombs, oh my oh, since i'll be mean
- And won't hesitate in ripping out bloodstreams from your excretory machine
- Guys say my rap sounds shitty, but damn they aren't even aware of gravity
- How can such airheads of no sanity tell me m'rhapsody is all raggedy
- I jus' wanna tell before i rap i always' fagottin' up m'lyrical rockets
- And at the right moment I'm cockin' 'em, dropping 'em in your back pockets
- And you're like, 'Oh mum, m'bum's smoking,' 'oh honey, see if it ain't choking'
- Ugh, cheap dork stop pokin' in 'round, you look worse than black-assed moke'n
- In truth, i don't know how to battle, yet i'll keep rowing the boat, tryin' to be afloat
- Till i have crossed the moat, and then i'm blowing your scopes of winning out
- And then you'll be totin' your rhymes back to the drives to edit'em once more
- As you're bore, half as potent , therefore, I'm better not as your opponent but mentor
- Perhaps you might learn how to blow up the show and vanquish the diatribe
- Relinquish your guide, muster your might, tighten your panties and jus' don't give up the fight
- Despite of me, this I had to say, whatever you say
- This is what I am, hard and soft, both at once
- It's not a weakness, nor exaggerated when I said it
- Take it whatever way you want, hah, have a nice day, git
DEFENDER'S RAP
- This time is the first that I heard of mild curses in our verses
- This battle isn't really fair, we both are aware we rehearsed this
- I don't kid when I say it ticks me off that you got the first hit,
- but you hid it, still, my attack will come back and return it,
- your words will incur the quicker need to be put on a gurney
- by creating this battle, you're making the perfect painting for Murphy,
- you will fall, crawling, unable to recall things with your vision blurry
- You'll meet your demise, while I rise high with rhymes that are other worldly
- This is the internet, you can prevent what you said, from reaching my head
- before I invent my retaliation, creating a nation that rappers tread
- With me leading, others seeing, me feeding on hate
- as I dominate with my great mind you can't even relate
- I don't believe in fate, but I'm not insane to say it's too late
- shouldn't have called this, 'cause after all this,
- you're gonna wanna make a clean slate