Battles  Vission vs SPUUUNGE

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Gotta call the cops, wheres my squad eh?
  • Cause I'm going off the top more than Pompeii
  • I need a doctor like his name was Andre
  • You gon' stand by the paramedics all day.
  • Dirty when I spit it I'm a determined addict
  • The game is a laundry list and I'm a detergent packet
  • You shouldn't preach to a mother fucker that'll snap quick
  • You'll end up falling from the branches harder than a fat kid
  • Then get trapped beneath em,
  • I'mma pour this sap over my pancakes and eat him
  • You couldn't do shit bitch, fuckin fashionista
  • More concerned with how ya dress than correct your lyrics, don't even sit back and re-read them.
  • Its damn evident I can see you lack intelligence
  • You picture yourself with my skill cause my passion developed it
  • It'll only get better with time,
  • Now get off of my hype train this the end of the line...

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • primordial I've got some advice for ya
  • and its time for forfeiting up your side of the war
  • cause i'll slice and deform your skeleton more than a highway collision
  • into the side of a billboard slicin your entire insides up and then formin em
  • back like some sort of a morbid type of accordian arriving up to the side doors
  • of the morgue or remote islands or the sea of the floor diving sliding up onto the shore
  • from the coursing of tides formin from inside of this cortex sendin out violent vortexes
  • of which your caught inside of its webs then to a corpse dying from the
  • instensity of this minds storm , you're expendable when defined
  • by vile serenities definition already formed in minds eye so get ready your warned
  • cause every letter is lead fed inside of your life shredded a high measure
  • is the level of mine from which i perform every energy in ejection
  • like a weather made entirely our of machete knives that i set in your trek forward
  • and flying eventually intersecting and then its lights out in less than a secondof time
  • sosurrender your side before the stories of fiction arrive as a fact cause thatdirection
  • is exactly the destination that its headed for and thats not an estimate or a metaphor
  • and after events there no rising of dead its an infintite depth inside of a pine box
  • a malevolent purgatory of infinite torture

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