Battles SixKill vs
RULES
Grand Prix Winner’s battle with PP. Six’s rules are 32-36 lines, recorded, Psycho picks the beat, and NOT a personal diss.
Max of 36 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- When SixKill's spittin', suspect an ill written/
- Straight slaughterin' cats, facts, known to kill kittens/
- Just ordered a lap dance, this chick from Brazil's smitten/
- We just lit up a clip, puffed, passed, and it's still hittin'/
- Man this shit's too real, fill my lungs and start coughin'/
- We be blazin' like a Chevy on fire that's out in Portland/
- So rare but I do it well mofucka and very often/
- Get high and speed up, swipe bags like I'm Kenny Lofton/
- Chief like an Indian, cold as the fuckin' wintry wind/
- Lava flow's obsidian, stretch like the Prime Meridian/
- Parallel park on that pussy, it's a tight squeeze/
- I'm a nutso, so clearly she 'bout to like deez/
- White t-shirt, I'ma soak it like I'm the ocean/
- Ladies rub on your titties, so pretty when they're in motion/
- I got the potion like Ludacris, she like how I'm maneuverin'/
- Smooth as shit wit' no lubricant, I'm too legit/
- Ask Hammer, I'm clean as fuck, word to Dan Tanner/
- Gang gang, got some bad habits, no bandana/
- S- I- X, you can forget my ex/
- So much bread on my check, had to baguette my neck/
- Ain't nothin' weak about it, got bars for days/
- Yes I'm ridin' then gettin' lifted like cars in bays/
- You might throw shade at my moon, but (sun) I'm hard to phase/
- My work ethic is full, I guess I've garnered a (rays)/
- Write like a composition, middle finger to my opposition/
- Bass rockin' what's poppin' pimpin', my shit is just knockin' different/
- Score like Jordan/Scottie Pippen, clean sweep whynchu mop the kitchen/
- Seal my mailer, lots of lickin', hoes callin’ my cock delicious!/
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I’m really a boss, don’t quit ya day job
- Got ya shook for askin questions, think an 8 ball
- Catch these shit for brains middle aged and renegade y’all
- Got the charge for the drive like a triple A call
- Leave em fallin, show true colors, spring became fall
- I’m a killer if you so much as affiliate wrong
- Grip the blade, carve ya ribs into Philly steak, raw
- Droppin science till I’m blowin up like sticky napalm
- Supposed to rap bout Covid and entertain y’all?
- I been masked up since the days of Crystal Lake
- Got the heat to get under fools’ skin like spray-ons
- Ya shit blows, get smoked like you rippin a bong
- You just sing the same song, but I’m preachin to the choir
- And now you are sonned, when I speak it leads to fire
- When the puppet is here, even ya mother will cheer
- So as another year ends, so does ya career
- It’s evident you irrelevant, this guy’s a whole lame
- I’m a no name too, call me Keyser Soze
- Ya whole image is a fraud, it’s like a mirage
- The jig’s up motherfucka, it’s a psycho you saw!
- Listen close, you can hear vital signs goin off
- Got this in the bag like coke, I’m dope and raw
- Tryna throw fists? Go fish, might pull ya card
- Claim I’m ill? You a backstabber, chiro massage
- I’ll succeed in this shit, got a tight flow and bars
- You’ll secede from this shit on some Nigel Farage
- Recorded on a dildo inside of the garage
- And it bites like ya jaws on some guy’s little cock
- The left swing, make ya chest sink like sunken treasure
- Bodies under my belt, you just buckle under pressure
- Take it to another measure meanin I’m the ruler
- My beady eyes maneuver to this thing on my computer
- A victim waits for me to bring down the house, evict em
- So cough it up like phlegm, got substance when I’m spittin
- I asked for a solid verse, that shit was whack
- But leave the puppet hangin? STRINGS ATTACHED!