Battles The_115 vs YOURWORSTNIGHTMARE
RULES
only the beggening of something I'm currently writting, look closely at all the sonority-rhymes, meanings and quality of language, good-luck
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Maybe in freestyle I am a shiiit-can for now but hey!
- Come with me in the ring,
- Let-me five-mins to write and draw the bin you'll gonna get dismissed-in.
- I'll bang-ya with verses cause if you ever dare to accept the challenge you'll get obliterate, because yea I flex but not with money but talent cause hey!
- Who cares you're rich,
- fucking prick need money to be happy ha!
- I do music since I'm three,
- I'm a perfectionist-lyricist and I can do more cadencies in one verse than I all the fragrancies you wears and intoxicatin-yourself-with hey!
- Don't fuck with me you'll fastly get whipped-far-away I swear
- just alike a ship ripped-castaway hey!
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- Better go pray now before I end your music-carrier fate now,
- I swear don't poke-on-me I am a tricky fucking-killing-machine out of control with his paroles,
- resonating like death's choirs in your motherfuckin head just alike this lead you'll soon get fooled dickhead if you keep playin-around and messin like a sick-hen with me. (you're crazy)
- Yea call-me Mister-Monopoly cause I've mastered the trick now,
- I'll climb this "game" ladder to the top just alike snake-and-ladders.
- I'll sure be tricky cause I'm dicy you see and IDC about what you says next it's to late cause you've been wrecked by all those lyrics I've wrote with a BIC and soon will sing-it and record-it on the MIC then after inhale-in some THC to lightin'n party-on my victory at M-iami-beach,
- with an handsome threesome sex-on-the-beach.
- (triple the alcohol and double the bitches)
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo bitch on me but you can never do nothing
- 'Cause yo' mama raised a pussy
- Every time I walk to the drop top, can't help but
- Close my eyes 'cause my whip so glossy
- God damn, bitch, I don't smoke no gas
- I don't pop no Xans, hella cake
- I just need that ass, don't worry 'bout no mans
- Look at me, look at he, you don't wanna fuck with we
- Hit the streets, roll on me, you gon' end up in the sea
- 7:30, wake up, skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
- All my people ridin' in the backseat on a killin' spree
- Wait, who that be, ready on the count of 3
- Squeeze the G, leave the scene
- Bouncin' like the trampoline
- Gettin' bread, earn income (Man)
- Spent it on this Balmain
- Working all night I might run into the Batman
- I don't see no such thing as a mothe'fuckin' bro, mane
- You ain't fuckin' slick if you think you in my team, mane
- We gon' pull up on the kids with a flat brim cap and the tats get the brick
- And I don't give a fuck, hit em with the damn dicks
- Man, hold up, pause, now they red like Santa Claus
- I'm a G bet there's something wrong with me
- All these mans on the ground, lookin like the dead ass sea
- Yeah, pull up on me, sip a high-t, 'til I OD
- I don't really give a fuck no more, B
- Skrrt skrrt onamonapee, bitch Grand Prix
- Pull up on a fuckin enemy, third degree
- Now I'ma go right back to the crib (To the crib bitch)
- And leave the fuckin country with the brick (Loudpack)
- I'd call the cops on myself if I can (If I can)
- This shit too crazy, need the fuckin ambulance (Ambulance)
- Don't wear no jackets, I just wear that metal vest (Skrrt skrrt)
- Got all this money but these bitches unimpressed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
- Getting bread, earn income (Man)
- Spend it on this Balmain
- Working all night I might run into the Bat (Man)
- I don't see no such thing as a motherfucking bro mane
- You ain't fucking slick if you think you in my team, mane
- 7:30 wake up skrt up in the lobby then proceed to flee
- All my people riding in the back seat on a killing spree
- Wait, who that be? Ready on the count of 3
- Squeeze the G, leave the scene
- Bouncin' like the trampoline
- Yeah