Battles  SPUUUNGE vs -H-R-

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SPUUUNGE won this battle!

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Battle on September 4 2019

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • I wish I could expand this grammar to match atlantic
  • get the fish hooked and land em like an island sat next to channels
  • be rich as if average income was a match to the planets vastness
  • then stitch every last little crevice and chasm like the thread in a denims fabric
  • dish back at em damn assholes so quick and fast till i'm gaspin
  • finish the track with a sickle imprinting their backs denting
  • spit the effecient catalyst that'll diminish the hack rappers
  • emitting a fission that descends like an avalanche hits
  • eventually after having risen into the atmos- -- phere is the definition that all opposition will drown in
  • as I continue to risk catastrophe but still unaffected standin as the rest of em drift in an infinite step backward
  • like a pheonix is in this skin actively rippin me from the ashes but whenever I get to rappin its a slasher film that is wrappin
  • like a cellophane film left clinging to adversaries left in a panic drivin to frigid lands within of their heads imagined
  • through subliminal hinted messages hidden within of the text and adverbs temperatures risen when my patience is thin a hazard
  • is the subsequent thing to happen when my visions a blizzard casting
  • enemies as the victims to be infiltrated unwilling actors
  • devastation unravels as this temper a pressured gas which
  • fills any available little bit until an eventual felt attack hits
  • with such critical levels past flippin the levers killswitch is active
  • pandemonium flashes crashing like its an ignition of several matches
  • that opens these deadly traps full of acid vats its a massacre
  • it'll have beggin for scraps and half of the original mass of initial past
  • left withered into a fraction with malnourished asthetics plastered
  • with deadly vernacular and no anedotes counteractions
  • you'll be flattened as if a mortar and pestle has passed your ass with
  • repetitive and diligent action until the reality of this malevolent esque impaction
  • has up in the winds gathered in mollecular dust scattered and fragmented then far past the
  • limitation of having ability in possession to actuallly mend any fractures as death advances
  • salivary glands and submandibular axes grappled
  • in the lyrics i chant like a satanically driven hex that
  • emasculated men to a feminine little package
  • your a minimal threat at best cause this popeyes a spinach addict
  • your a blue and white flashing mess as in a spectre also known as a friendly casper
  • rollin around of this planets edges like indiana jones in the cinema when the boulders approaching faster
  • i just cannibalize em bastards like im just pacman up on the atkins
  • blood splatters in random patterns as you're crushed under gargantuan vicious
  • rapids , so thick in it that ignoring the purpose of dinner napkins
  • weould have only lead into a new complexion that'd have mimicked an obsidian jet blackness
  • from the layers of crimson red adding together their spectrums stacked with
  • such an incredible met amount of your 00 negative with the plasma
  • id' need a breathing apparatus to retract from the ridiculousless of havoc
  • spreading so much of your innards its becomming akin to densely thread knitted blanket
  • impairing me with its weight thats beens turning me asthmatic
  • like a claustrophobic man with tarantulas in his passage
  • restricting the airways until its symetical to a sediment pressed into tense compaction
  • and thats just a clever way just to tell ya of your collapse when
  • the lungs redact all their 3dimensional measures canceled
  • like a stampede trampling over again and again upon of a dissolvable little tablet
  • or the outer wrap of a synthetically crafted capsule
  • full of a dexedrine this amphetamine tends to patch up
  • any previous lack of speed, get it ? when ingested into anatomy pace is left pickin up
  • as if its a witch craft or a practice of black magic
  • flammable head above im the reincarnation of flash I ran with
  • cannisters full of a mustard gas fuckin tragic get cut up again and slashed with
  • this free radical bloody vernacular stabbin at your chest like a ravaged skeleton from katanas
  • crips and bloods undistinguishable by bandanas when everythings been covered
  • already within the same candy apple color of blood the exact same as the wall of your circulatories battered
  • and hanging half out of wrist in bandage like a scab that' youve picked scratched at i'm only
  • gettin bigger and madder as the
  • tectonics shift into crashes and erupted is liquid magma from the scripture of this
  • killers hand written sagas you're nothin but a bump in the road cause your trivial lets be honestthis
  • winter weather I spit upon us is incredibly sinister and obnoxious premonitions are
  • rendered as slaughter impending , indefinitiely remember ominous I i will haunt bitched long after deathbeds when text has conquered
  • and your brethless under the permafrost when it's melted into a calm yet hot bubbling water

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • so this motherfucker thinks that he can act tough and win?
  • well, im tellin ya, your shit aint nothin but cringe,
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  • half your shit doesnt even make sense,
  • just like a fuckin 2 year old causin nuisance.
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  • I dont give a fuck bout your followers or reputation,
  • cuz imma fuck em all up when I am dissin.
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  • why you pickin non-rhyming words out the dictionary,
  • makes me sure that your talent is factionary,
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  • why the fuck you givin me a geography class,
  • when we all want some bars from your ass,
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  • maybe thats why im out-rhyming this sponge,
  • turned him fuckin porous from shots outta this gun,
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  • what the fuck you doin outta your pineapple,
  • better get back in cuz im pullin this shot on your adams apple,
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  • bitch no buddy gives a fuck bout your vocabulary,
  • simple rhymes like these are also enough to get you buried.
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  • so better stop this shit and write some shit thats actually good,
  • motherfuckers like you be a disgrace to the hood.

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