Battles Maverick vs Atheist-Christ
RULES
Theme: Horrorcore Storytelling | Instrumental Optional
Max of 40 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Maverick won this battle!
4 ROUNDS
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Battle on December 8 2021, Battle on May 29 2022, and Battle on March 5 2023
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Sinister, foul thoughts
- Wicked morality, summoning sadistic spellbounded love
- As a gift from Mr. Crowley
- Heart disconnected without a pump
- Sacrificially vowed to Beelzebub an English Foxhound as blood
- It gifted me power from the Devil himself, disallowing a God from helping you out at all.
- I piss on the Bible's rotten Scriptures denouncing wrongs
- Whispering "Thou shalt not drink from my chalice cup,
- For I will snip out thy tongue and watch it drip like a showered sponge."
- If religion endowed this law, I rebel in confounded trust by 16 ounces of tipping back alcohol
- Swigging down a mouthful of pills for a viciously rowdy buzz
- Ready to flip out, instill malignance and malice on anyone now, I'm sprung
- {HALLUCINATING – Drifting to realms like my innermost Hell of an innocent child who vividly wound up dug from attempting to self-expunge after being molested, felt and touched with Micky Mouse's Club by... Now that I think about it, someone resembling Elmer Fudd}
- I reminisce around it obsessively
- Went from sitting down crisscross to singing aloud a song for Lilith to kiss me
- "Come out my love..."
- Head spinning around like an inquisitive owl
- A single horn begins to dig out mid-scalp, possessed
- I encountered guts spread neat on my trouser trunks
- Intestinals growl peckish, a sour lunch of entrails and bile ducts
- Sniffing the outer crust trying to figure this out, disgusted
- "How did I get here?" ~ (Let's start bringing around the plot) ~
- *~ (REWIND) ~*
- ... singing aloud Ring-Around-the-Rosie 'til I found myself dressed in a gown, visage of Jigsaw the clown sitting still in a flower bush
- Eyes squinted, binoculars, scanning the land the plan is to 'Pick your victims and round them up'
- Heard the voice say, bozhe-moi waits for the choice made to come to fruition with thousands dropped
- At a picnic
- Picked out a spot, many people at the park, mosquitoes in swarms and pigs all surrounding 'em
- Everyone chowing down getting a kick out of themselves at this event in crowds, they rumble to the violinist and progressively louder drums
- I peep ~ (don't make a peep) ~ Don't wanna make a scene, so sneakily I visit the outing snuck
- With a few balloons for the youths, blew up big and so round they'd pop
- "Sorry kids I'm all out of lungs"
- Then directed each child to the "Business of Clowning" bus
- 21 callows gone
- Vanished, kidnapped and latched in – No wiggling out of the vice-gripping seatbelts with luck
- Told the kids "Welcome, the House of Haunts"
- Out the windows they shout for Mom
- I revved up the engine it sounded, "Hahaa," ignition switching the valves to ON
- As every inch rigged up with powered bombs
- In a menacing scowl, paused, shifting myself to gawk at the kiddies in a grimacing smile "Rahh"
- Pedal to the metal to the event it was eventual, through the fence they all cowered off
- Causing carnage leaving the windshield in showered blood
- Carcasses, configuring piles up
- Singling out the women when their boyfriends getting all plowed at once
- Grabbed the duffle bag carrying an M2 Browning .50 Caliber gun
- "Kiddos calm down, I love you, Heaven's around the block"
- Then forced open their jaws and sprinkled some Valium crushed
- Tuck and roll I tumble prone and watch the bus explode into the oncoming flow of traffic
- Laughing as I load up clips in for rounds to bust
- Finger on the trigger, with precision blew out everyone's tibias they're hitting the ground in shock
- I giggle as they slither around and flop
- Whip out a megaphone shouting "Halt, I'm gonna get'chya...I'm gonna get'chya and prowl ya"
- Pinning them down with sticks and they're mounted snug
- Ripping out the skin within calloused layers, like Vlad the Impaler with stitches and towels brung
- Cleanliness is next to Godliness, washing them before I chop them up for dinner with a pal –Patricia DeCou in lust
- I begin an orison to the Lord for his contemptuous flout amongst us as we slay the laid
- I make incisions the scalpel cuts, in a swift disembowelment I sit down crisscross, a sour lunch of entrails and bile ducts
- We say one last Grace in a state of bliss, we devour 'em.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I’ll put a gun to your moms head and make you ass fuck your father. Can’t run so just drop dead without me having to bother.
- I’ll cough on a newborn and then spit in your moms pussy. If you don’t wanna witness move on just stop lookin’.
- Bust through the window and rape your wife blood spatter the cabinets. Shake and fight bust- laughter and sadness.
- No use in talking when in drillin’ screws in your noggin’. So fluid like embalmin’ with these electric juices shockin’.
- Slice your neighbor and take your fucking good time. Might just baste and bake ya with butter and cooked lime.
- Make a fortune selling dildos shaped like a cross. Take a portion, tell you weirdos, my name is your boss!
- This is vocal extortion offering zeros take it or walk. Bleach I am pouring on top ya clean bones then brake em to chalk!
- No law on lockdown pop rounds on crowds in all towns. Make compounds put walls all around nothing is off bounds!
- Fuck around turn your mouth inside out. Tongue is wild teeth are ground try to shout! Rip your Achilles no way out.
- Hooks in your thigh hanging awkward from freezers. A look in your eye like understanding what God did to Jesus.
- I’m like the oddest diseases that runs over the mind. Abominable monstrous beasts just battle, slaughter or die!
- Separate the meat from the carcass and chuck out the organs. Preserve what I don’t eat with some of that Morton’s.
- Pull your fingernails off the bone, cough and moan, shock is shown your all alone man gods a joke you call that hope?
- Slap you with the bloody pliers your wide awake but fucking tired. Laugh in your face bitch I have only one desire.
- A gun for hire when innocence in my sight I love to fire. Run for cover my bullets a dick it might cum inside ya.
- This is the end and the dust invites ya, skull and bones, I am the maggot eating flesh that would love to bite ya.