Battles  TrackMeister vs Aykayay

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Hey there guys and welcome to hell!
  • Billy Mays here and I'm going to tell
  • About the incredibly fresh organs I have for sale.
  • Believe it or not, I didn't start off as a killer,
  • But something in my head told me I just had to kill her!
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  • It started in 97, with my teacher Ms. Miller
  • Her class was amazing, every second a real thriller.
  • But then one day we had an accident, a blood spiller
  • Except it wasn't an accident and she was the killer.
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  • It was at that moment I knew she needed to die
  • So I waited as the opportunity arised
  • Then the cops showed up (the fully armed guys)
  • Quicker than could be caught by human eyes I reached in the holster
  • Soon Ms. Miller's brain was fried and I was caught with a gun between the eyes
  • By now everything was slow motion
  • Kids running out of class because of all the commotion
  • The next bullets hit as fast as a locomotive
  • A train off the tracks, and I had no motive
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  • By now you may think my story doesn't end
  • But I'm telling you it does my friend!
  • To this day I dream about the blood and guts that were spilled as I skinned that British slut.
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  • Please come back if you wanna buy more, and by that I mean
  • There's no EXIT door.

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Don't make you next move I already set you to your death due
  • To rest your mental with rules engraved with pencils
  • So say your last prey, your graves this ash tray
  • Let's make the hash blaze I'll take cash change and glass rings
  • This past age your rap plays put my last brain in a stashed cage
  • I'm in masked rage so act brave the last things I want is gats spraying
  • Go store those old same quotes into tornadoes
  • Before they grow into mold stained stones
  • My cold cage broke now I lift gold weights slow
  • Let my four spray yo face into tomatoes
  • Your bones they broke into four spaces shown
  • My role ain't home I must go take thrones
  • Before they throw all the loans they own
  • You hoes ain't grown and got ya own great pose
  • You all make moans for some low change ho
  • So your telling me to get my melodies moved
  • Bull my hell still ain't through until you here the bells from the roof

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