Battles Lyrical_Murder vs Fr_
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- You say you spit fire, like a dragon,
- But you can't stand the heat I'm packin'.
- I got a M9 in my bag, and
- This pistol is the only thing clappin',
- After I hear you rappin'.
- It's time for you to be seated,
- And hold this L,
- I am the one, you can not "Beat It"
- But I ain't Michael Jackson.
- My flow is undefeated,
- Your shit's old,
- Like cold lasagna,
- You take it out of the fridge,
- And re-heat it.
- I don't lose, I've never conceded,
- But I'm feeling conceited,
- Now that this battle's getting heated.
- Maybe you could learn a thing from these bars,
- So here's the paper.
- Give me that shit!
- You can't even read it.
- Like a baby, I'm teething on the teat of it,
- You're angry, probably seething from the beating you're receiving.
- Your rage is reeking of this stinking gasoline as it's leaking,
- And there's no time for you to be speaking on any of this shit,
- 'Cause I'm feeding your bitch, just a taste of this dick,
- She's a good dog too,
- I taught her how to fetch, and sit.
- Call me Hannah Baker,
- "Welcome to your L"
- 'Cause when I spit,
- I'm opening the gates of hell.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- going on in with a murderous blow, dont show photo on in this dough
- run from the cops they call em po, so into bro on in this flow
- now watch your backs, rapper name dax on attacks on stacks
- raps dont collapse like i was on tracks, structure got cracks
- watching like a crow swap him like a pro break all his toes
- his bros exposed, what he disposed, this roast to boast choked his follows
- my fists are what im gonna throw though i plow through this snow like windblow
- foggy windows titled of my last show, this follows after the rough tuff ego hero
- back to zero matrix nero whoa too slow edgy intro i'd most likely rap tomorrow
- you're not solid you're hollow sorrow down your throat and you still swallow
- unsheath my katana this is sparta time to teach you the art of dark shard
- the parkguard departed into parts after when my sword made some sparks
- who wants all these arms off the charts broken palms fire up these firearms