Battles Burky vs Trapeze
RULES
no rules
Max of 64 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Trapeze won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on October 5 2017
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Trapeze, you can't walk on these lines
- Ill make you spit red, that Heinz
- I get away with it paying no fines
- stepping on my turf is like steppin on mines
- If I could Id go back in time and realign space and time
- So that you and family couldn't dine,
- Instead just your mom drinking bourbon and wine
- When people ask if she's fine
- she replies with if only that child could've been mine
- Id go back through space and kill you
- Throw your dead corpse and take your shoes
- Id kill your family too just watch what I can do
- You gave me 64 bars,
- Thats fair, but ill still flame your fucking body
- and inhale the smell of burnt hair, with a hint of faggot
- If you want it you can have it,
- You a phony or an actor like Brad Pitt
- But this isn't fight club you fat fucked chub,
- Ill shoot with my revolver snub put you in hibernation like a baby cub.
- Then ill be humble and take this dub
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Burky, what the fuck you on about?
- you are 30, get the fuck off that scout
- You're an idiot, not intricate
- Using the same track as last time
- beat you last time, fucked your shit rhymes
- fuck you up again, with your same shit lines
- Now you fucked up bro
- bout to counter all your points, and keep a nice flow
- you say i can't walk on your lines bro?
- who won last time tho?
- you're bars make no sense
- still look like a fag when you tense
- your 1st verse you chatting about a bourbon
- must be speaking foreign, is that German?
- yo all your digs are uncoordinated
- i'm being simple, not sophisticated
- your already fucked as i participated
- you started this again, but you say that i set the lines?
- that's more dumb then when you be talking about fines
- 64 bars? you smoke too many cigars
- then he call me a chub, but he love Oreos tho
- stuffing his face with Doritos bro,
- when compared to you, i'm pro
- this ain't fight club, cause you don't want some
- put up your fists, i am fearsome
- gonna leave that face lookin' gruesome
- then you say u shoot baby cubs
- that's because you can't run, now who you calling chubs?
- Uncoordinated stupid piece of shit
- leave you all depressed, i'm gonna make you slit
- last time you gonna step up to me
- i'm chill, i'm drinking fucking tea
- won't come back, yeah bitch better flea