Battles The_115 vs SPUUUNGE
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everything is permitted For real don't take it personally... Not even joking. The-115. Good-luck!
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
SPUUUNGE won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on December 18 2022
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Who do you think I am Lil-Weird skidded-kid?
- You think you are better than me!
- I got other-texts cause I got utter-plans
- for em and if I see you upper next to me,
- going for the same flight I'll wait for the other plane!
- I've written about talent and you replied to me gross!
- Now I'm just sittin there lookin-at you dying while smoking my grass!
- Cause yea I'm the devil proudly wearing prada with class!
- My mad-texts already had taken a life so wait before hanging-yourself, I just don't wana have an other complaint and I'm tellin-ya there is no heaven cause why if the jokes on you the consequences on me, if you took the choice of facility? My sad-texts already had shooken my mom and made her cry, I don't care about anyone so stop annoying me lil-goofy because every times I'll choose spooky-fatality, it isn't a choice of morality but a chunk of my personality.
- Talking about talent I got blessed with perfect-pitch, making you the perfect-bitch for testing-on my words-nuke yes I'm cruel! Leaving smallpox right into your mailbox!
- Injecting-you black-death at your last-breath-bed.
- Wishing your death even after you died dried in my basement,
- making of your head my personal christmas trophy-ornamant!
- Don't even reply before I make a mourning-out of you! Fool!
- You fucking prick make-me wana pick-a-brick-on-the-ground and take-this-clean-carabine-of-mine to fuckin-finish-you-making-your-mouth-shut with my guns-puns-shots makin-those-leaded-words-penetrate-thru-your-head and stoppin-that-heart-beat-with-a-deep-cut-from-me with-my-word-sword-slices making-you-having-an-heartattack! Ha!
- I've written about talent and you replied to me gross! Now I'm just sittin there lookin-at you dying while smoking my grass!
- Cause yea I'm the devil proudly wearing prada with class!
- You better know I'm the devil lil-kid,
- call-me Mr.Devil skidded-kid.
- I'm a lyricalist-perfectionist don't take the risk skidded-kid.
- If you don't believe that I'm the devil one sentence prooved-it if you ever lectured a bit the bible brat-rat kid.
- You think you are better than me but the better you could-be you is six-feets-deep! Hooo!!!!
- What are-you waiting for!? shut you fuckin damned-mouth and die-now!,
- so I can go to your church meeting everyone and waiting someone to say everyone loved-you so I can reply no cause I hated-him, thinking he was better than me.
- Spittin in the coffin,
- showing everyone I won't even be mourning-him!
- Or I'll trash your ashes,
- showing everyone I won't even be mourning-him!
- So now you can see that I'm better than him!
- What are-you dawg?
- You tell-me because your text looked like it were written by a vegetated-stated-kid!
- You just look like a squashed-elf and I won't even press F!
- You doesn't deserves me paying-you respect, leaving your cold body on the ground lifeless! You think you can keep-up to battle-rap with me by messing with me but all I can see in your reply is a battle-crap with your mouth full-of it!
- I've written about talent and you replied gross to me! Now I'm just sittin there lookin-at you dying while smoking my grass!
- Cause yea I'm the devil proudly wearing prada with class!
- Go back play at lyrical-school play the cool-kid fuckin dicks-sponge lonely-prick because I'll come-back boxing-you inside your pine-box cause you ain't a mastereclass!
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ya I'm better than you
- at whatever you do
- does matter whether you've come equipped with tools
- or expect a different end to this distant feud
- I hold leverage in this bitch you''re a dip shit fool
- ever thinking you could win you'll never get this cool
- plus I'm wickedly insidious, my sins profuse
- I'm envisioning an imagery so sick you'd puke
- that's so twisted and inhibiting your limbs cant move
- lyrics filling you with misery like ink tattoos
- slowing spilling under skin like a big black bruise
- in that minute you'll be wishing that this shits not true
- but it is so come to grips with that don't get confused
- I'm the blizzard that persists and the winds that blew
- and i spit out winter brisk like a missile to
- the position that you sit even if you move
- with precision it'll hit still you'll get that nuke
- which imprisons you within its as if its a tomb
- and when you exit you'll be severed up and left in cubes
- dead dismembered from vengeance I've insisted to
- go ahead on a vendetta where the victims you
- so step back a little or get inflicted through
- all the wreckage that ejects after I've lit that fuse
- like infection that's been spreading fast I'm quick acute
- you'll get symptoms only seconds after bit gnashed chewed
- disfigured ripped in half like a Kit-Kat blue
- from the viciousness I've risen out of pits that's grew
- a monolithic odd explicitness you're witness to
- mister sinister he's visiting I've split in two
- several others live within me so don't risk chance to
- become a witness of the hidden things within that brew
- they'd just diminish you're existence like eclipses do