Battles  Skittles vs LVL

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Battle on July 27 2014

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • When I go out, I'mma go out shooting
  • I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
  • I'm tryna clean up my fuckin' image so I promised the fuckin' critics
  • I wouldn't say fuckin' for six minutes
  • My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
  • So I made me a song, killed her and put Baby on
  • I may be wrong, I keep thinking these crazy thoughts
  • In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
  • (Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on)
  • Came home, and somebody musta broke in the back window
  • And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trenchcoats
  • Sick, sick dreams of picnic scenes
  • Two kids, sixteen with M-16's and ten clips each
  • And them shits reach through six kids each
  • And Skittle gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets
  • Fuck that, pbbt – you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
  • And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
  • Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
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DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • I'm a little sick, and I might scribble shit, on a #biblical #stick,
  • Or is it a sickle bitch? Listen quick, it'll click that you're #lost like a little bitch.
  • Did you get the memo, you're in the ghetto, #brickle pig.
  • Where all you hear is an #Eko, #crippled bitch.
  • Fuck cripples, hick. I'll cut up a sibyl chick,
  • And feed them to my little kids, see if that's in her simple scripts.
  • When I unload triple clips, like #Kurt, into the #civil bricks,
  • Of an orphanage, where blood sizzles and drips,
  • from the twisted kid's bodies like a contortionist, that jiggles w/ ticks,
  • Missed so I transfix the teacher with jiggling tits, and the pickle dick.
  • I need some signal for the pics, of the dirty blooded children,
  • To send to thirty hundred women, it's just fun and little tricks,
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  • They call me a noisy mass murderer,
  • I call myself a poison #gas server,
  • I #pass the tests, a psychopath, that spat on guests,
  • That wears bulletproof glass vests, to a micro bath,
  • The person that shows a slideshow of her wrath, the #aftermath,
  • #Chicka-#chicka, killa chick, a prick, a quick slit of the wrist.
  • I'm a little #cuckoo, all the #time, I love committal voodoo.
  • Doing it at #midnight, getting into a fistfight
  • & Crushing your #windpipe with a pinstripe from your kids #kite.
  • While it was in mid-#flight, wrap the rope around your throat, skintight.
  • I hitchhike and ignite a midwife then throw her into a riptide.
  • Black magic, fuck Catholics, burning them is my damn tactic,
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  • Toss their body in the shack or attic,
  • It's a tad graphic, bad and tragic,
  • It's causing laughs and panic, but I'm glad and it's nostalgic,
  • Fuck religion, shit on it like a pigeon with bad vision,
  • It's superstition, I'd rather go to prison for giving yo kid a circumcision,
  • Good thing it's just tradition, I'm a little homicidal, ain't reliable,
  • Fuck the evidence, fuck the testament, fuck immigrants,
  • Fuck pessimists, fuck elephants, fuck all the elements,
  • Let's take a ride into insanity,
  • Where my mind died, like the Amity, oh, the inanity.
  • I am on drugs, I am nuts, I am corrupt, but I give zero fucks.
  • I'll knock over an old man and take his cane,
  • Rock a nuns damn world to make it rain,
  • Stalk her sons and girls to bake their brain.
  • Airlock their lungs till they hurl and ache from the cocaine.
  • Just a little insane, just a little insane, just a little insane.

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