Battles WetPaint vs M4DNESS
RULES
Serious rapbattle
Max of 55 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
WetPaint won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on August 3 2019
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I'm stuck inside my own head
- Writing till the lead starts to shred
- My hands start to fucking sweat
- I light a cigarette as the ashes spread
- Then I remember you ain't shit
- You're Illiterate, can't finish you're own sentences
- you're living off of health benefits
- You still drink from your mother's tits
- I work my ass off, try my very best
- So I don't end up wearing a kevlar vest
- I will be laughing when your TV gets reprocessed
- Now that's what I call a fucking manifest
- Heart pounding in my chest
- As you get fucking decked
- Your punches I will deflect
- Bet you wish you could hit reset
- My bars might be a little bit amateurish
- But yours are more worthless then rotten fish
- I might have a little bit of rep and a little bit of experience
- But your lyrics are the reason kids cut their wrist into pieces
- Imma crush your happiness till you're fucking speechless
- I will expose all your weaknesses Instantaneous
- You're turning delirious, releasing your craziness
- Walking like a zombie in the darkness, dead carcuss
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ay,
- They say listen to their ways,
- Bow down you'll be slain,
- Cruciatus with this pain,
- Be careful I'm insane,
- Try to take these rhymes in vain,
- bitch you don't know what I contain!
- Covered in Face-paint,
- I'm here to face paint,
- My clothes are bloodstained,
- You should be ashamed,
- There's not a song you can save,
- your a waste of space,
- I'm here to drop the bass,
- And smash,
- that shit like glass,
- I'm here to whoop your ass,
- You eat paint while you sniff gas,
- Go to the back and pack your bags,
- Smoking some hash,
- Laced shit from your stash,
- drinking that lean,
- with a side of morphine,
- Nigga just lost to his own scheme!
- I am supreme,
- You see votes,
- Must be a dream,
- I'm here with nothing,
- Yet this nigga need's a team,
- To help his self esteem,
- I've been in this shit since fifteen,
- you were a failure of a teen,
- Slaughter like Friday the thirteenth,
- Go and pick all the kill scenes,
- looking at your dead body,
- I'm standing over with a machete,
- You missing blood?
- You got plenty!
- I think i hit the target!
- hit him in a soft spot,
- I see with a gat,
- Pop, Pop,
- laying on the floor,
- report says been shot,
- quit screaming rhymes,
- nigga I said stop,
- "I'm Gonna Win"
- Nigga no your not,
- soon your gonna rot,
- here's your coffin's plot,
- I load the gun,
- I hear the body drop.