Battles vs TheRealBXile
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- While y’all pussies stuffed menstruating, I’m goin thru a hot spell
- Feel like I smoked a habenero, n chugged a Molotov cocktail
- U dream of dethroning a king, then did your Heroine n got well
- U wouldn’t result in a kink in my armor, or a blemish in my chain mail
- When I Reign hell, U’ll b thinkin it’s Armageddon
- GTA, Nick get Caged, he’ll be gone n 60 seconds
- I promise never threaten, pop off his toppings, when I garnish my weapon
- Fuck around turn this nigga to breakfast, n then asks for seconds
- It’s a buffet(Buffy), Vampires slayed no Sarah Michelle Gellar
- See no,Speak no, Hear no raising Helen, not Keller
- Legitimate skills couldn’t chill if they were stored in a wine cellar
- Message sending, career ending, like a torn patella
- Viciously affixed with venomous liquids, act with urgency
- Bullets the size of carrots, ur bloods like diamonds and a currency
- Never worrying, it’ll be unnerving when this get turned into a murder scene
- DOA not an emergency, room his doom is a certainty
- U can get B exiled, X’d out, tick-tacked, or pidgin toed
- Sliced like a gyro, thrown in a sub-zero ice box, “that’s fridge’n cold”
- Red beamed rose like Rudolph, snitchin tho your sniffin’ snow
- Understand n believe me, I make this shit look easy, far frm difficult
- Stop wit the fakin’ u G stuntin’, ill bet a fully loaded chopped cheese on it
- U can walk down Tremont wit a Vega leaf Blunt n, loaded AR-15, n somehow the ops wouldn’t squeeze on him
- Moms work for the Bureau, dad must be police chief or somethin
- If I robbed him for a thousand in front his housin, I couldn’t take the G frm him
- Wrist slittin, stay in ya feelins, actin extra n stay wyldin’
- Wearing Bodega Gucci, a low budget Guido frm Staten Island
- Aaron Judge shit, slugging proficient, hit now pacquiao (pack him out)
- Knocked out, not mattress bound, like melatonin, all nat-ur-al
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Feenomdaphenominal is nominal, defeating me is insoluble,
- a fathers supposed to teach his son better so im responsible,
- ya mom aint mention me? well why would she tell you bout a conjugal,
- clearly life aint give you lemons but me as the fucking obstacle,
- the homie Trill already cooked you.. we Active, I got a grim gang,
- this Bullet Bill oughta turn you to a ghost…hows that for Yin-Yang
- the fat bitch been sang so its over, you still tryna make ya Dreamwork, like an Ogre,
- ill fuck ya bitch for closure while you get hit wit the foreclosure,
- im bigger and bolder than Sisyphus and his boulder ,
- ill behead you, then duck tape it back to help keep ya head on ya shoulders
- my flow is colder, than Shitcago, ill put out ya Yogafire,
- he thinks Fortnite when i say he’ll get caught in the crossfire
- im no lier, you fat bitch, the proof is in the pudding
- im putting work on yo bitch…in areas you couldn’t
- sorry thats the circle of life.. its just how it goes,
- you’ll think Pinnocchio when i snub ya ass wit the long nose,
- imma make you reach for this W on tip toes,
- ya nasty ass, got a foot…fetish you tip toes!
- i split foes, look at my record cause it shows,
- you lost weight cause i make you shit yourself, it look like you wearing big clothes,
- you walk by and I scoff, you dusty like Wheezy from the shelf)Wheezy the coughing Penguin from Toy Story,
- after this Face/Off.. i dont think you’ll be so sure of yaself,
- you clearly need help, your words give me brain the achy pains,
- what goes around comes around like me punching you…then you coming right back in 80 days,
- why the low look? you reap what you sow you fucking gnome,
- ill help upLyft ya spirits…like you needed a ride home
- but i know, better than to let you go without some sorta injury,
- ill shit in a hole, then you’ll get thrown, soak in your Pit of Misery,
- its victory, music im blasting through the auxiliary
- officially im closing this case, got no case history,
- what mystery? there’s nothing more to you, acting off-grid,
- you’ve been unmasked bitch, got you like “if it weren’t for this meddling kid!