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Battle on March 27 2022

CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • ///-Hook
  • Pride (pride, pride)
  • What the fucks it mean to you (what?)
  • Saying I'm not normal
  • But normal is just boring
  • And boring just ain't fun
  • So fuck being normal (yeah, yeah)
  •  
  • ///-Verse 1
  • Pride (pride, pride)
  • What it means to me
  • Is that I'm glad to be me
  • If that's a problem, I don't care, you should just let me be
  • And let me be me 'cause it's better than being unhappy
  • Don't treat my gender like a controversy
  • 'Cause even though it is, It really shouldn't be
  •  
  • ///-Verse 2
  • Pride (pride)
  • If it pisses you off and ticks you off, makes you wanna pop off
  • (pop, pop, pop)
  • Than you can fuck off or we can get in a standoff
  • If you want to fight, I'll bring the dogs, you'll get washed
  • You'll get chopped like the tv show, 'cause my pride keeps me alive
  • And all of you little rappers get knocked off like flies
  • Your meeting your demise, I'm high up in the skies
  • I got you looking at these thick thighs
  • Your making decisions that aren't wise
  • You look like a clown, pennywise
  •  
  • ///-Hook
  • Pride
  • What the fucks it mean to you (hmm?)
  • Saying I'm not normal
  • But normal is just boring
  • And boring just ain't fun
  • So fuck being normal (fuck it)
  •  
  • ///-Verse 3
  • Pride (pride, pride)
  • Why the fuck's it piss you off (off)
  • That I'm being myself
  • Bitch, just go on and hate
  • But you're stupid if you can't see that it has no effect on me
  • You might as well give up
  • 'Cause There's nothing that you can do
  • To stop the pride in me
  •  
  • ///-Hook
  • Pride
  • What the fucks it mean to you (what?)
  • Saying I'm not normal
  • But normal is just boring
  • And boring just ain't fun
  • So fuck being normal (yeah)

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • Soothed by the screams as I lay me down to rest
  • Got you cleanin up ya child, their remains around ya neck
  • Till flies swarm ya rottin carcass soaked in a red varnish
  • Garnished with what’s left of the bystanders you said were harmless
  • Ain’t no sharp mind of yours that this rusty knife can’t handle
  • Shards of glass bout to leave ya face lookin like ya asshole
  • Extract the heart and leave it on the pillow where ya child sleeps
  • Just so they can wake up in a pool of blood and watch its final beats
  • Too late to exorcize the demon, you can’t do anything, no!
  • Bruised lips twisted in a scream to be remembered as my ringtone
  • Peel the skin from the stiff body once it’s buried in the land
  • And see myself cryin in a mirror, face buried in my hands
  • My reflection’s tongue has been dismembered, red tainted
  • Severed ligaments half shattered on the floor, knelt, prayin
  • Watchin charred lips try and move and they just said, beggin
  • “Remember to never be consumed by self-hatred!”
  • My soul’s tormenter vanquished, my body is sent to Rome
  • The man in black reads me a bedtime story from Thomas of Celano

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