Battles theliftedpro vs ChasingGreatness
RULES
multi-syllable schemes with dark humor
Max of 35 lines
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I can cut the tension
- you been feindin' for attention ever since my assentation to artist from penman,
- did I mention your pretentious wench was left defenseless
- the whore chained to the doorway entrance, for 4 days, for foreplay,
- i said my forte is gourmet,
- hang long enough that the cord breaks
- if you're late, it probably mean you must abort stage,
- in the North stays, a buck above your pay
- a loony fuck with a corpse cape
- chasin' you lil scarecrows through a corn maze
- shoulda seen the look on your face
- you can't work the dirt, go wash that smirk with orange paste,
- ill be in the other room on shroomz, to tell ya how the spores taste
- like a trip to the moon in a hot air balloon
- im not here to swoon, but she can act like a vacuum,
- exhume these buried tombs,
- she aint had one in her womb since she rapped in the cocoon,
- now one sec flat up in her snatch an she react with a 'Kaboom!'
- kiss the ass of a baboon,
- it's high noon, time to step out the saloon,
- got the whisky scent perfume,
- (with the rye to) slide through just like luge,
- provide you with a huge pipe to
- get exhausted,
- spread em hostage,
- they playin' we dead em possums,
- fed em rockets and watched em blast off, instead of on this,
- buncha Bobbits, severed sausage
- keep you in closets forever cautious holdin' on to your cock tips
- better hire a locksmith if you talk shit
- you nauseous cause I'm toxic
- try photoshop kid, if you wanna mock this.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- See ya feeling dreamy I lean into a thump from tha thud
- See ya feeling streams of mush leaking outta ya guts
- He can't even see me he lean Into a thump on the skull
- Keep him seeing jesus I split his wig peice in three with a stud
- Truth say I got hackz I qui-ditched you hard
- Who potter with the flak snaggin snitches with bars
- Who chillin in big wizard hats, tiltin tha path and who chillin with stars
- Really born the savior of rap wand flaying ya back and I'm sliverin scars
- Who gettin tha stack who cheffin and slash
- Who lettin em die, blazing-turning a track
- Who left em tha past, 'YOU! GET IN THA GAP'
- 'I'M TAKING YOUR LIFE AND ANY WORDS IS YA LAST'
- *BANG* trick of the trade ya kill an then ya ask
- Teeth simmer away left with tunnels and the tracks
- Bullets that hit and split away they split up in a flash
- And fill ya brain with peices little bits that hit and detatch
- No more speaking ya mash you're so beaten ya black
- Your teething with mags like a teens hidden stash
- So you're feeling the smack holding teeth in ya hand
- Like ya feinding tha crack ya pleading me for a pass
- I've been nice, too nice, but then it gets the time to stop
- So I beep in a five, wind, hide from the bomb while I'm rhyming the one
- In the sky as it drops with a suprise in a box bellowing must as it spirals its obvious
- the sky looks filled with toxic dust its yellow with virus signs and crosses rotten off of it
- I try eatin a style still ya ‘viral’ splatter ontop of it
- I find heaps of the rhymes with a tracker for phonics kit
- I hide schemes in a pile in a lanzarote crib
- And I keep my beam on my side like a parabolic twin
- Splatting not spitting cus ya grin is extended
- Ya talking a rhythm but my ears are offended
- I'm tacking up rivets I built it and sent it
- A rocket, a mission, your fear; *It can smell it*