Battles Abyssal_Soularis vs Entendre-
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Abyssal Soularis & Psycho Puppet VS Maverick & Entendre Rounds 2, Let the bloodbath begin!
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- //Abyssal Soularis
- Welcome to my scythe gore Mav you scribe whore, Gonna hang you with your neck cause that shit is a knot/Not torn
- Double crossing ya fake messiahs like we romans on your the calendar, We ain't even carin (Karen) but Mav still askin for the manager
- Like I write with Excalibur committing different massacres, Im already in the next round cause you a 9MM and I'm in .50, different calibers/50 different calibers
- We on that Psycho-silocybin with minds in states enlightened, Mav thinks i hopped on his wave but how could that be when im Poseidon?
- Entendre, you slept on me so now you have to rest in peace so bleak and now im your worst nightmare cause I buried you on Elm Street
- I'll be catching the bodies of these fools like a fucking slipknot with full body weights on the ropes
- Ain't no bell gonna save you, let it ring, you give off those Death/Deaf/Deft tones but I still Bar a tone/Baritone with frequencies low
- Entendre, ain't no one know shit about you but you won that pokemon card so if I hand out all of these L's are you gonna catch them all?
- Welcome to the slaughterhouse, You can't stomach all the death around cause my hooks gutting and disembowel.
- Im on the prowl with umbra-helio growls, stretching your intestines out like your vowels, Using my tools cause my bars gut wrench-ing.
- Hand me a towel for the smell of these headless chicken shits runs a fowl/foul.
- I'll take my pound of flesh for i just proved that my bars are hard to digest because you bit off more than you can chew and now the rest instead finishes you.
- Hot and acidic when we spit it like molten Saliva/Sa-lava, keepin it Cryptic cause we putting nails acrylic into your crypt
- Im so sick with it like i caught a cough emptyin' my lungs full of Molotov's and catching a cold, body with my sawed-offs
- Mav and En ain't no Mavens don't be mistaken for these X's for eyes Men are on the bottom of every equation, Like Cyclops i got that laser sight on them cause it's the only one Eye/I got.
- Y'all still messing with the soul in the puppet? To us this is Child's Play add another pair of heads to the bucket
- Keep the P's/Piece/Peace low like a waistline but it's these two peeps who keep sagging, execute them in my waste line
- You aren't even top prey I got steel jaws sinked into your vertebrae, Gotta keep your trap shut cause i'm a Rabbit/Rabid Hunter
- You fuck bitches aint hard you are a Fe Male that bleeds with iron deficiency
- You think your glass victories give you stone invincibility? Our words so surgical when we operate unmerciful with neck incisions vertical
- //Psycho Puppet
- Y’all both just faced the puppet to lose, got nothin to prove, the real ones know we’re the best
- So here’s a better Entendre: how Mav got Torticollis and ain’t turnin heads?
- Entendre “won” that Zodiac tourney and lost to me? Well let’s just see who’s pushin the envelope
- Cause the first Zodiac killer was also from the bay, it’s ashes to ashes since you wanted smoke
- Renowned for writin but can’t spit a free? We go off the head longer than Bigi Jackson
- We so gifted, think you dope with it till Psycho rollin up to smoke em like a trip off acid
- When I’m spittin rhymes it’s no signal type shit, think you puttin on a show till we give y’all static
- Ya see I’m deranged and the tides have changed, only right I pull a switch on Maverick
- Both carry out sentences but don’t fuckin try me, throwin shots on the net just proves this our court
- Y’all been some fans of me in a dark twisted fantasy, a whole different monster cuttin Rick off short
- I hope y’all pardon my French but Entendre ain’t even got no fuckin bars
- The homies turnin on me? Y’all can get a stab in the back AND a double cross
- They say me and Entendre is a mirror match? Then I’m smokin mirrors, they merely appear doper
- And Mav stay hypin up that server Poetic Rhyme but for that PR rep ya career over
- Why so scared of mics Entendre? You can claim it’s a wrap but that ain’t sound like rappin
- While we been on a hell of a run, not the verb, I mean what kinda Entendre ain’t bout that action
- Y’all just my pupils but yours are what this razor split, ain’t gonna be seein nothin tryna face Abyss
- We ain’t even need stakes in it, if a Maverick tryna hang with this we flame em quick on some Salem shit
- Leave em in a shocked state of silence, got flames down to a T but y’all ain’t wanna face the titans
- So for that lack of value we puttin Mav-En in a box call it confirmation bias
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Maverick
- Bart, his loser friend just says it – "He runs the local rap game," as if his music ain't contested
- Riding beats ain't his gift .. He's too awkward to deliver and utilitize these seconds
- See? Peep the views .. You won't see this secret Santa Cruisin' in the presence
- It's not hard to see .. How we view PP? No peep show but we peep game and it's hide & seek
- His existence revolves around battle rap so, I'm not talkin' PP's V-card if he "sleeping on pretty dimes" cuz he
- Buying PPV's like he can't use Caffeine .. It just gives him anxiety
- And his heart is real fragile .. Oh, this Psycho Puppet kid an animal
- They think he's the backbone? Chainsmoker type beat...We've only seen Camels
- He's given me so much praise to promote, there's DNA traces of my penis on the ring of his asshole
- He may be their favoured popular King, but Lord knows there's a Goat in every King's shadow
- Now he's chasing his tail, his livelihood all ass backwards
- PsychoPuppet- lost his identity, that's what he gotta dash after
- The mask's death.. You won't even see Soul escape this body..til his last breath
- It'd be contradicting to say abysmal* is flaw-less
- I mean, Abyss? Bro the moment you became full of yourself, is the moment you lost depth.
- Plus your love poem for Cora poo, but here's a dove and a toast! No fuck that I'm roastin' you
- "In love with your aura, deeper than my soul" .. boy you either fell in love with a ghost, or that hoe ghosted you
- Pray good pussy comes with Heavenly riches, said "Without you I'm not whole!!!" cuz ya self-worth has no other leverage to fill it
- Damn, at least you talk about hitchin'
- Psycho a peepin' Tom in Beverly Hills, no really. You ever seen him pen a love poem? Nah, cuz he never gets bitches.
- Entendre
- Soul, it’s both hilarious and lame, you chose a style without substance from the various templates
- Psycho Killer without Soul, He’d even bury his best mate, but no sense dragging out this body, you can’t carry his deadweight
- In this verse, I’m schoolin the pair of ya, but doubt you learn your lessons…you’re not all there… being truant’s impairin’ ya.
- Soul, you write Lyrical Miracle bars...but do any register? You sound retarded when you spit like there’s a fluency barrier
- He’ll use a generic verse, and never asks “What if…?” he’s clueless preparing words, he just creates a shitty multiverse with too many characters
- If I wrote that much in a bar, I’d ruthlessly tear into your doubts and insecurities, all through a free caricature, like
- For Soren, even as a Small Infant, somethin’ was off, different…often withdrawn, distant…touch him, he Got Livid, shoved, hit would not listen, rough fits… got lost in them… becomin’ that odd kid in public.
- he never stopped twitchin’, mumblin’, obnoxious as fuck, missin’ somethin’, labeled a “flawed” “dimwit,” “chump,” kid’s parents exhausted, still loved him, but they never stopped to confront him
- till a doctor was honest and blunt, instructed they taught him with toughness, stay structured... build knowledge instruct him and when he gets lost in a subject, do not push his buttons, but if he blossoms than nudge him
- After that, Soren realized he’s not shit at somethin’ writing’s been god’s gift to Puppet…still, he’s not livin’ off it…he's an easy artist to fuck with… voice is harsh n’ he’ll summon his dark gimmicks often…still, pretty good for an Autistic Muppet
- Now, I shouldn't mock his disability, he doesn't need that type of stress, but his dis abilities makes him weak and powerless
- He’s always been for the beef , but saying this pipsqueak’s some type of threat, Jack's up his stock, until he sleeps where giants tread
- He writes decent rhymes at best, but look deep inside his head, this guy teeters on the edge, if you scream, this guys a mess, he needs peace and quiet..zen, or at least a vial of meds
- If you think this old heads an underground idol , I won’t disagree, cause I’m impressed, I mean, damn he really does look like an Easter Island Head
- Wanting to reach the highest bracket has you invested… Right on!! Never fear big dreams
- but damn! You took a beating, while we got caught red handed… on top of a peer mid scheme
- Puppet, in our first battle you got the popular vote which never seems important, I got the win when what the judges said had been recorded
- I’ll 1 v 1 again if you think, this time, I had better reinforcements, but If I catch wind Aris in the wings, you’ll see a Desert Eagle Soren