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