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CHALLENGER'S RAP

pushin up my elbow, breaking up some knuckles, stretching out my fingers, making use of scriptures
letting triggers to niggers, sticking up the figures, punching on my punching bag, game's not just over yet, just said by building up my mindset
Psycho Pup-Ned, got tha ass on my bed, this aint gonna be a show containing miracles, some old chinese doll who got fucked on his temples
Wanna push my ivy of toxic by choking u with my lyrical tentacles
you aint gonna tackle these rhymes, that was in the old times, when u had the chimes and when u battled stains like Saint James
U might have thought im the old Blake, but now im grown enough to pull out the naked
imma see whats the real fake, after this battle u r pure baked/caked
U LOST to Neo Arno, go diss/kiss girls in Monte Carlo, i can see ur fucking brain, oh that pics so fucking lame, i will distort u like picasso
victory lurking with me, history hitting on u, mysteries unsolved, r u the one who killed next apollo?
faking tears, fighting millionaires, fighting milleniums, when will u stop? u nude, muthafagging pedo
seems like u losing this battle, my battles r hard, u cant handle, no light! blow out the candles, psycho scared, Blakey Dares
unleasing out my Burnchain, Call me the real Marvin Gayne, im the real james n saint
stop! b4 the mark is settled, Cops, a theif getting meddled, oops! i get the medals, u catching the lever and the pedals, u should have died, b4 ur father faced his penals, keep ur words to words, u be half cut with fucking turds, theres no respawn, ur game's finished
draining passwords, bankrupting backwards, slashing nipples, banging symbals
u speaking words, i punching turds, tasting pickles, punch and bleed ur noses by marking symbols
ur rhyming beats aint gonna trap/hack me down like trap town NCS, my lightning punches r gonna ascend on u, causing thunder like zeus
u r just a hollow TBSP, i be keeping ur head on a guillotine, go learn from Next-Apollo
u fucking twit tweeting to twats through twitter, might make it fitter, u r just an abnormal critter
you be bleeding bad blood between breasts, brat, u had heavy sex, broke ur mom's backbone and now trying blame it on ur dad, and ur dads turned blue, with ur wife turning green-a, ur dad Yondu, and ur wife Gomorrah, call u Chris Pratt
i might be a rap god, but better call me the devil, cuz even gods do sins like he made trashbins like u on the day of seven
dont wish for a fucking feast, u aint gonna get one, cuz u wont get ur mouth for eating and spitting shit, cuz after u have read this diss u r finished
u might be standing now erect and straight, but after a minute, u be like u wanna penetrate
cuz u r my hunting bait, who got shot while hanging on a tree by the black hair of ur cock, oops, u r exposed....written in wikipedia, sad, it caused a lot, u r dead toast
u may have thought how did i get this much brilliance in battling, yes, i been rattling since elevenn, and will be battling even in heaven, Like R.I.O.T, u r facing the wrath of my tide
holdup! wait! psycho puppet, calling out battles to weekos
gonna punch u straight into comatose, u be red like tomatoes
gonna straight out ur bilurubins/jaundice , then u be yellow like bananas
man's more than 20, and putting cringe names like psycho
hosting BYOBS- Battle of ya mom's house, its a fucking failure, u be filling with doubts
curse u in the name of Gods house, let the plan kill ur wife or spouse
i be shooting u at a .22 rifle, pulling out triggers at niggers, gonna cost a lot, but its good killing for votes
u calling urself a goat, u r just a wolf in sheep skin, faking out ur entire kin, i hope ur not so stupid
oh wait! holy shit! u r way stupid than i thought, being humble to the losers, my ego's humble, i be smoking out the snoozers
gonna burn u into fossils, gonna smack ur ass, so hard that ur fart may come out of ur nostrils, let me shine my ego, gonna twirl u like a torpedo and u be spinning like tornadoes
gas u in my nigga-ghettos, punch out the balls out of u, increasing up the death tolls
be smoking out the stores, there aint gonna be anything to sell, ring out the death bell, u r sleeping in my death bed, let me give u my death kiss
call me the sinister six, i am in the power of ur tricks, got nowhere to escape, i will strangle u with my cape
u r just a simple zero, trying to be a hero by pushing ur dick into ur mothers ass, she gave birth to an ass like u, she may have died laughing, suffering a kid who is used to only bluffing
woof woof! been searching for a pit bull, better be i m full, Psychos dead, his spirit is obsessed, gonna sent it to heaven
and as i say, my lyrical punchlines are gonna make u choke, such a choke, that it may give a fucking knock
its no bloody joke, my rage is not ending, this may be a tie, or it may be a win, but the win always stands on my side, call me the real tyche
Psycho, go kiss ur tombstone, it may not be the last time u be seeing it, everyday u will be sleeping underneath it, U r a girl, go fetch a doctor, Dont-talk-to-her, hes a bitch, i am so fucktardly sick
i still wonder, why'd u born, u useless cum....how did u be the first sperm to reach the fallopian tube, why were u the one ur parents reproduced, why were u not accused for the 3rd level offend? questions cannot be bend
u cum faced scum/son of a scumbag/bitch, u spreading nudes faster than covid 19, call u sex offender/pedo, u care no sex/gender, why dont u accepth the medical propaganda? u need sirius medical help for ur felony? ur crimes are old, my rhymes are gold, the times are gone, my punchlines are hard as rock, the moment i type "idiot" in google, ur face comes up like a mogul
dont be so noble! ur geneticals will blast up in a minute like chernobyl, Keep crying, i am sure one day u will talk.....Zygote Bucketttttt
//superficial// imma gonna sell u down the river, u niggeru r a fucking Anime character who hasn't got his hair cut in weeks
dickneek, i am the darkness, mean and heartless, crushes bones and tears fleshes
i am restless in every way i can be, i am the fire, i am the smoke, no air or water can calm me down, i will choke
u r the lock, i am the key, i am the evil, i am the sin, i am the one of a kin,i have the entire position
i am the winner, u r a fool, u cannot win, i am fear, i am the nerd, i can bring ur sadness in one tear
i am the real, u r the fake.....battle was for i came here..., i win the game, i hire the pain, we r not the same...
tekneek, seen u being so meek, go and have a feast of dick, this is my league, only one winner can be picked
ones who improves won't be picked, they will be whipped, ones who win, will be crowned, and i am the hound
a coin can be once flipped, heads or tail, heads, u won't get a place to wear the crown, tails, i will get a place to wear the crown
ahhh!!!i be gonna burn u like the stew the Jews were turned into!!!!!!u r a fucking thot.
u fucking clear ur search history like a trashman cuz u watch porn theory, i am gonna clear ur fucking destiny and u will be history with victory lurking
call me bruce lee or Cobra, my toxic is gonna turn u into a coma, talkin bout pullin ur crossbow, u r just a fucking John Doe
and they niggas laughing like retards, i hold the trophy, u go directly to the coffin, u a fucking bugger choad, u writing verses with 30 clicks an hour, goddamn u slow, my turn to pull the bow
if u feel pressure round ur neck, means i am strangling u to deathno fuck canvassing gonna happen or gerrymandering
i am not saying i hate u, but if u get hit by a bus, i will be driving the bus u muthafucking cunt

Challenger

DEFENDER'S RAP

Ya mother got Keebler elves livin in her wooden leg, she got a hip replacement at Home Depot
She sucks me off to lift my spirits I call her the holy ghost, you call it callin into the Maury Show
My goal in life is to make people uncomfortable I’ll fuckin stab a matador and comfort a bull
You try and get high by suckin on soap and rap like Cheech and Chong talk, only way this motherfucka is dope
Now I ain’t been givin out feedback and shit for y’all to act stupid
Cause then we get a “DJ” who writes poems and calls it rap music
I agreed after you begged for collabs then you got renegaded and now you still can’t get over that
Even put me on ya “album” called Burnin Cigars so it’s only right I smoke ya ass like a roach full of crack
You even dropped a song called Sucker Punch but guess who did it first?
Ain’t it funny how you can get that fire when you get this work
Get ya head scanned cause you a dead man I’m movin hands to send a message it’s a ouija board
You think I’m fire and be callin me “sire” and shit till I impale ya fair maiden with the king’s sword
So ya real name is Theo Yerdad, is there even a point to the name Blake Hunter on ya profile bio?
Maybe it’s cause yer dad was never there and it’s all a reflection of ya home life denial
Blake Hunter sounds like somebody’s gay lover on T V, and that’s comin from Brain Busta!
When you hit the sack in bed it ain’t slumber and you sell a mix of cum stain colors to paint huffers
You backed out the tournament once you saw ya opponent, we agreed you were the worst participant as we mixed and matched
When you backed out we were all just glad to have Offy replace you, how does it feel to be the sacrificial lamb?
You put no highlights in the rules cause there ain’t even no highlights in ya whole career
Not like I’ve ever needed em anyways, I’m the one whose bars speak for themselves over here
It’s like ya sex life moves in slow motion when I’m in the bush I got ya girl moanin
When you in the bush you be hidin in there to spy on Storm Owens
And so the DJ Blake Hunter becomes the DJ Blake Hunted give this wounded animal the blow, the coup de grace
I’m givin Blake Hunter a show, we’ll see who got The Upper Hand when I show em Who’s the Boss?
Some say since we can’t go out this really ain’t summer but I brought the heat to take out DJ Blake Hunter
When I pull ya card I deck hearts kill off my replicants since ya pic looks like a scene from Blade Runner
Those rules just show how under confident you are I ain’t gotta make excuses when I’m pennin words
So next time you want me to do a verse for Club Level homie get on MY level first
Ya second home is fuckin google chrome why you always stay mad on servers?
Even just lookin through ya raps you went from “Shout to God” to “Game, Stab and Murder”
Motherfucka I’m inherently evil vaccinatin other people’s kids with heroin needles
A terror to feeble American people, real life directed by Tarantino, prepare for the sequel!
Pull ya card and spit fire y’all can call me Charizard put ya lights out to put food on the table it’s Ramadan
Ya girl wanted ice cream so we spooned in the tub like Haagen Dazs
Since I got the sauce get a run for ya money when I’m on the track it’s a Walk-a-Thon
Yeah I’m a comic but when I mask up shit get graphic till I make paper it’s Comic Con
We ain’t birds of a feather I write the wise words you just my pet parakeet and honestly I think you been scared of me
I’m older now but y’all can still get served and you constantly ask for my input so hold the phone, where’s the beef?
I’m ya mental mentor ya teeth can kiss my fist I’m ya dental denter but you just happy to feel this moment
SIRIously, why should I even talk to this square? This was cute but I gotta prepare for...you know...real opponents
You make her hurl but when I play ya girl she known to blow like it’s a tuba
Tryna tread water but he bends under pressure like when you scuba
Now I’m done writin this verse and honestly I wish I never knew ya
Now let me finish that collab you want me on to get ya views up

Defender