Battles deeball vs MoonSide
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- yo go Grab your helmet, this shit's about to get rowdy/
- cuz I'm going to start blowing up your shit up like I'm Saudi/
- try and salvage any of your whack-ass metaphors or analogies/
- You say you fuck hoes and gals but fuck you cuz I fuck the whole galaxies/
- see your indiscretion was stepping into a winning misconception/
- for you only one way for a correction go back in time daddy should of used protection/
- I'm not trying to keep you guessing or teaching you a lesson I'm my lyrical aggression/
- I'm dissing you and dissing your rap session getting your Attention is my mission/
- i want you to Witness and then listen when I get it wicked, start kickin' sickness/
- I'm just getting down to business your lame your girl said it perfect my boy is dick-less/
- people say I need a fucking lobotomy to reverse the curse, cause I'm outta my mind/
- but inside you'll find I'm one of a kind they let me loose when I should be Institutionalized/
- im Rotten to the core, I look somewhat horrible , but I hold no grudge/
- but my lyrics speak volumes yours is a Dosage that smell like butthole fudge/
- and when I hold a mic, it's like I'm holding heat, breaking the whole code of street, you cant defeat/
- I just break all the rules like Riley Freeman, his rap record is thicker than fucking concrete/
- You just been trashed, now get in trash bin I put the smack down on ya you bitch/
- Your raps sound like rabid cats scratching on a disc, you didn't factor in my lyrical Pitch/
- this was a blast now start dragging your ass on the grass cuz you were lit up in flames/
- so now I'll slowly walk out as your rap career drains and u holding your jock strap full of shit stains/
DEFENDER'S RAP
- you're dead bodies gonna bloat
- like a cacoon you'll change and float
- explode in flays of organs and dibress
- butterfly of decay and croke
- i hope you rot
- interlope n gutter frops
- the slime and muck tilts whats left you got
- when i bust open your head with scattered shots
- you're obviously new here
- everyones dead here.
- this a ghost town boy,
- and you finna bleed form the ears
- when you see me at a distance
- pure black eyes howling.
- the sounds of screams droning and drowning.
- you're alone and in the dead zone.
- you shouldn't have came alone.
- out here ain't no cell phones.
- out here it's windy so i hope your gun blows.