Battles Venemis vs Maverick
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Who could stop a verse and reverse it back with out a single rehearse
- And fire it back at you so that it actually hurts battling me must take some nerve
- I’ll sit you at your table and serve you what you deserve and for you this spot was reserved
- I tried to be good but the tables have turned I’ll leave you charred scorched and burned
- I’ll just keep beating you till your lessons learned I know it’s been a while but the prophets returned
- You don’t know me your whole response is one big fucking assumption you better leave then come back with something
- Before im spotted dumping something in the river then drive away bumping Still Don’t Give A Fuck
- In an old pick up truck with two bodies under the floor rug
- But be warned I was born with horns supposed to be a twin but came out holding the corpse
- What the fuck shit can’t worse until he actually starts saying more words
- Nothing you say can rattle me so go ahead and battle me
- To kill me you need a taser a straight razor and a space laser
- Plus two heaters a meat cleaver and a can of ether
- Bow down bitch and look to me as your leader
- Just give up and quit so this will be easier or you can try beating me and get wrecked
- Like butt sex I’ll beat you then whoever’s next watch your back I’m coming for your neck
- Before you put your words into text you better go back and check
- And make sure your saying what you wanna before I run up like a gunner
- I’m not the person you wanna make fun of because when I put out this rap there’s no taking it back
- Mouth popping off like a gat but but I’m not strapped
- In fact the only thing you can cap is your pen
- Get on your knees whore give up because I’ve been practicing these lyrical acrobatics
- I’m back packing static studying words like I’m an attic I don’t mean to sound dramatic
- But I’ma unload a semiautomatic into your back till you fall back then punch you so hard your skull cracks
- My spirits are lifted like a car jack I’m running towards you yelling attack
- Hit you once and everything turned black
DEFENDER'S RAP
- And I oop, that breakfast soup, I don't mean to piss in your cornflakes
- I'm a force to be reckoned with once you recoup the chicken coop, recognize, I'm a symbol of your fate
- Ain't no hoops to dupe, you RuPaul's Drag Race, being a bitch is ya forté
- A level I won't stoop? None, I don't give a frick if you're 4th grade, a shrew turned 48, or a troop still in his warpaint
- I'll bombard groups, any and all walks of life can meet the tip of the sword's blade.
- The Lord giveth and the Lord taketh away; everything single thing I whip up is gourmet,
- The difference is I still make sure you eat shit, but, at least it's a warm plate.
- Mixin' Skittles in M&M's – I'm intricate, ornate,
- Overhead stenciled gold plate while you're simple stipple with hidden pills on the ceilin'
- Ya chill like a villain, Krillin kickin' it, Achilles heel make ya impotent
- Trippin', took a spill, I'm tippin' ya milk and you in ya feelin's all whimperin'
- Think of this, been around for a while, insurmountable skills of buildin' bricks
- Gives me chills to take into account, the word count prob' in the millions...
- Plus 200 exactly, pure gumption attracting the ones seeking something outstanding
- I run house, you stuck in mouse traps, other emcees jump the couch clasping
- Tugging their blouse, "Ack!" And once the owl comes to ground snatching
- You up, it's foul language up out ya mouth and I don't give a hoot! Oh what a bundle of laughs my gut is now having!
- Figgity faggot, issa bigotry battle no kissing of asses, get to inking it bad
- Quit bitching and lollygagging and twiddling the dick in ya pants
- Playing pocket pool, my shoes'll chalk ya up, like you in private school, driving me up the wall, I'm nuts.
- No lie I headbutt my car when I'm poppin' the trunk, I DO THAT
- 'Cause my arms have been nubs since trying to run and clothesline two tigers at once, DON'T DO THAT
- Crossing me is like cattle touching the wire on their fence, with the fire in my pen I inspire ya to wet up an entire fucking thread
- Like a wet T-shirt contest to quickly see who's real and who's fake, revealing the phrase 'seperating the boys from the men' you're preaching to the choir I direct
- I'm putting you where you belong, higher than the rest? Nah, shoved in the corner it's just a harmless little spider on its web
- I'm already top 3 and I still aspire to be the best, I'm a bit generous shining a light up on your head,
- Thank me or hire some hitmen, to assassinate me if you ain't pleased to admire me for ever, 'cause I'll never stop being a writer with intent.