Battles ne vs 3lektro_Magnetik
RULES
Verse HAS to amount up to 18 Lines - 25 Lines Min. / No Instrumental / (Blind-Mode)
Max of 25 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- This FlyGod's truly oblivious to what's cooked up for him,
- terrorizing generations upon generations, going to psycho with these bars might
- need a medication.
- You ain't flyin' nowhere you just forgot your destination.
- we all know you in abject-poverty, FlyGod/FlyMelodic call it a corny mockery,
- i'm a rhyming-prodigy, takin' your prescribed viagra pills at The Pharmacy.
- Pray to God 'cause you gon' be needin' his restoration after reading this verse,
- heart-attack comin'... you wake-up to yourself laying on a hospital-cot.
- Then you wake-up the next time in a hearse, unconscious due to the devil's lurk.
- Your lines are patently absurd, and that's undoubtedly the truth, don't need to get re-affirmed.
- Birds Of A Feather Die Together another doubtless W, call it an unfortunate adventure,
- my eyes on the treasure, your concentrated to dominate the opponent-aggressor.
- You're not easily achieving any W's with me, you a failure of a contender,
- don't give a shit 'bout your opinion nor 'bout what your BeLIEfs are, fuck your conjectures.
- Fuck outta here with your nusery-rhymes,
- go take them tedious ass poems to a class of students.
- When it comes to rhymin'; call me a lion that escaped from his cage. I'm a beastly mutant,
- If Electro's foreign-ass here probably attempted to record he'd download softwares to sound fluent.
- Have an album dedicated to your Childhood BeLIEfs kid? You still thinkin' that Santa's a thing,
- you disillusioned.
- Willingly accepting to battle me? Didn't mama tell you 'bout being imprudent,
- un-aware of my abilities & skills in Rap-Battles you must be unperceived of the movements,
- I'm done with this kid, letting him return back to reality and earth. Let him have his moment...
DEFENDER'S RAP
- If you playing with my friend Bop It/Bobbit, better play smart, and not like a retard,
- Your show is more of an act trying to attract a pack, your recent tracks perhaps might collapse like a stack of backpacks,
- despite having your gangster fags you ought to raise a white flag, I'm getting greenbacks like I'm selling some crack,
- This autistic lad had a notepad, full of rhymes, I'd slide it between ya Mother's thighs, I nearly killed the slut, she don't need to be revitalized.
- Aww...did I upset your tummy? Well call me GERD,
- I'm torching your heart, ya feel the heartburn?
- I'm a Street Fighter or more like a skilled sniper, I'm building an empire full of writers, unlike you, a dickrider.
- And I know this nigga can't rap without instrumentals, if we're freestylin',
- I'd end your career with what's little left of.
- You hate getting backstab by friends, ya said that on bio,
- funny no one likes this rapper, like Wii-U by Nintendo.
- Let's rewind that for a minute, on your bio you trying to seem like a chill guy, yet you earlier harassed Claimz, you a fuckin' lie.