Battles user206349902 vs Masked_Villain
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Little boy tryna get involved
- Come on then come on then let's get involved you prick
- Posh boy now wanna rap
- Posh boy now wanna scrap
- Posh boy bout to get clapped
- By the end of the verse you're gonna wish you never did that
- Wish you never hit back
- Guernsey's little boy gonna feel it when I get it wid the click click click clack
- You ain't part of this group, you ain't a man you gook
- Deciding when to be an actual man
- While you're too busy faking all the packs
- And then making racks and spending all of that shit on
- Now Rosie a sket, and I know that you're listening beginning to sweat
- Little boy not looking innocent all 'cause he wanna be relevant
- Tatted my name on my body so you know I'm now in my element, I'm in my element
- Call me what ever you want, still looking up to me
- Sidemen the name of the group, all 'cause they needed to help from me
DEFENDER'S RAP
- A rarity among my peers, opps want to acquire my skills, and dream as such,
- Enter the MC, I fuse poetry, prose and rap like packing the meanest punch,
- Your style toxic and dated, no wonder you aint attracting the cleanest bunch,
- Leave opposition uncertain about their stylo, plots, and mounted strategies,
- Battling with one who bring defeat, made sure your fans counted tragedies,
- Competitors jealousy got them plotting boycotts, few ascend to my skill level,
- Never partaking in a degenerate art form, the true attending to sacred upkeep,
- About to drop grammar, mystical, indicated deep, make rappers weep,
- When I rock, call for a change, my vindicated peeps take apple seeds,
- This game mine, I monopolise poetry in this bitch, I choke and bag her,
- Enter the scene, never ill prepared, move stealthy toting cloak and dagger,
- You wack MCs claim talent, house of cards fold when my danger hit you,
- Imagination unhinged, numerous loose pages in which I pen my anger issues
- Supply exotic cadence and rhythms which surpass feeble MCs skillset,
- Entertain the crowd profanely, parking lots of the regal empty MidWest,
- Yo when I display mastery of these flows, leave aspiring ones incensed,
- Knowledge of scripture second nature, leave conspiring nuns impressed,
- Here I make a statement, enemies catch it in my song and hit the pavement,