Battles Rice_Farmer vs KurtKoben
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- g-g-Ggg-g-g-gGg-G UNITTTT!!!!!! its my first time in da web, taking ya'll dildos in my sleeves...
- STOP! Time to crash your PARTY, and i'm NOT talking about any NAZIS
- Take YA whole partisan, send a JET PLANE, and I ain't talking any KAMIKAZE!
- BUT take these raps and ATOM-IN with MIXTURE to HYDROGEN
- I'll PLAY YOU like those FUCKIN FRENCH KIDS till ya screaming "EST-CE UN AVION?!?"
- I don't care, i'm saying COVER UP BITCH, my BARS are TYPE BOMBS when I JOT em'!
- Not kidding when I say A LOT OF EM thought THIS WAS FIRE, SET THE TRAP WIT TRIP WIRES
- Ya don't remember falling off? well SHIT, you left yourself with ALZHEIMER'S
- My rhymes are DIAMONDS, yours are 'flint-stones'. I would spark the fire and ignite the crowd
- Just for you to admit WRONG. I keep my shit straight, BACK-BONED back to the CLAVICLE BONE
- Nuff' shots to spare, they're HELL-BOUND, da stacks are MILLION DEGREES when I kill MOUNDS!
- So insecure, you couldn't CLIMB YOUR PIERS/PEERS, so STOOP DOWN A LEVEL and catch some TRICYCLICS
- I SAY THIS, and ya BETTER PRAY, a day with your bitch, it'll be 50 shades of grey
- 50 stages of AIDS, my biography is "Oppenheimer's", and these nuclear anomers are bombers
- Bobber-ya head till you 'break ya neck' cause when i'm rapping, its 'BUSTA RHYMING OVERHEAD'!
- You 'fallin for ho's in the crib', its like your 'BITCH MADE YA BED'
- You should've been aborted, since your mother
- 'BIT the low STIPEND', up the 'TIP of my DICK'!!!!
- yeah.. all i had this midnight, bitch... freshed out bruh.
- sike.
- To the 'ribbon across', this is a 'marathon' keep your pace, its like the 'spartan raced'
- Down the road, your FACE-planted into the PAVEMENT, kept your woes, your playin with a pro' fella
- These ill-bars are not adjacent, i whipped 'Tech N9nes' in your face that I caved in. But this-
- flow is a little bit sicker than, shooting the Kennedy's thin through the dome-
- When I die, i'm shooting for the firmament up high, its not committing felonies
- was not really born, when I typed "bomb", you was just slipping wishing for the worst
- Like "Osama bin Laden" didn't regret for it first, both ya turnt dust like the
- 'YASUDA FIRE'
- now you're kicking dirt, you spitting curses, doing the same but this shit ain't rehearsing in
- "The Little Mermaid" Bitch, you FIRST GRADE, probably thinking this girl 'Ariel' that wanna get
- that cooch laid. Lil homie get focused on getting your ass MURKED every day.
- Like Em' said "survival of the fittest", ya do it good or die any way...
- Expositions:(1st half of verse: talking bout the socialist party/nazis regarding
- luftwaffe/kamikazes, hydrogen/atom bombs, how french used to surrender immedately when they were
- attacked by nazis and luftwaffe, how flint stones and ignite fires using sparks of metal,
- 'break ya neck' is a song by busta rhymes, tech n9ne is a midwest chopper/fast rapper,
- Eminem made a song "survival" about the readiness of rappers)
DEFENDER'S RAP
- but listen recently i got that paint
- that would make you bitchflip and feint
- its a shame my mayn that yours aint
- mine erodes the nose veins
- yours, not even close, less than ok
- dont even get me started on the fuckin cocaine
- my shit aint good enough but is ok?
- what you write about i ate this morning
- and your shit was less than corny
- running mouth is what i see remained
- of all this shit you said you sprayed
- nearly heard you claim u were the greatest
- when lame is at its best
- is when u try to make a statement
- your punchlines left me speechlees
- i know u will get famous
- with that heartcore booy u will melt haters
- yo kitty handwarmers
- yeah i know cuz i got informers
- your spit is spitless
- to dry even for the stoners
- try truckers or maybe roamers
- it could fit, may be a hit with loners
- them petty poems are pointless
- get yoursewlf some fuckin pointers