Battles  luketheundead vs Tewsly

RULES

i got nuthin

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Tewsly won this battle!

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Battle on April 3 2025 and Battle on May 30 2025

CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • three kings of jerusalem
  • in one braid
  • the codes are universal so the Buddha weeps
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  • white robes
  • no clothes
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  • afraid of inanition
  • like i'm going to stop breathing because my heart
  • has given up on life
  • what do I have to do
  • do you need to see me broken down in tears
  • grovelling at your feet just for some smallest affection
  • and the bare minimum of what is available to digest
  • frijoles y erroz
  • my Spanish is shit, but words iz simple
  • my German is kindergarten level so it's just drivel
  • but I got that lyngyuistic like i'm from the lost tribe of lithuania
  • from sanskrit to my apache, my shit rings clear
  • so succ it up
  • geronimo gave me dem bullets ya' hear, and the army got my rifle in bacc
  • i mean seriously, like what the fucc, what the hell, goddamn
  • millennial steeze, burning hella trees
  • Oregon got those fires for real, who wanna breath smog's breath
  • and i been here in a foxhole, since i was two point seven one eight two eight
  • that's the number e just to be clear
  • algorithms like a boss
  • all these clansmen nuts i slice off, toss em to the muhfuccin bcuz whatelse
  • the devil is a lie like rick ross
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  • check that:
  • Pe^(rt)
  • i always been collegiate cuz Montessori ain't no bitch. fucc with me and garunatee you'll wish you dead in a nuclear waste ditch like native territort Yu fuccin assholes

DEFENDER'S RAP

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  • Flippin' a few 20's, rollin' 20 bluds, AP's on my wrist
  • And you still couldn't spit, Q n' A like hold my QP air gun with a twist
  • Split his head in half, and y'all question how he got there, ask the QB
  • He got the answers he passes up the trash, full of Q tips, but with no tips
  • To answer your questionable tips, so a few who do try to go through a phase,
  • With a ice rhyme, to praise his lines, make sure you rip none, no Vanilla Ice Cream
  • And Ice Ice baby ain't savin' you, no royalties bowin', but who cares about loyalty
  • I care about loyalty, but the choices he made, sounded noisly,
  • Act like it's all joyfully, majority end up on fox anyway,
  • Nowadays we still end up in box n' rocks, usin' rocks as wallets, but honestly
  • You build blocks to make sure you locked coffin corpses bein' used as gay chocolates,
  • Like your coco butter, gettin' socked, you don't smack hustlers
  • Nor debate that your ill, fake hype is real, all around you, and
  • You sell out no elite closure, so I have to sell a bit to round your skills,
  • Pop a pill and say you got skills, but tell me you can kill,
  • All my bars go above your head, and beyond a ball park,
  • Call me a park ranger, cause I grab my range and extend my plates
  • Cause I'm on bat, knock it out of the park, turn the page
  • And you see me with the AK, fully equipped with an extendo
  • Waitin' to play like I'm on the Nintendo, Aka 3ds XL,
  • Got you sippin' on vodka like your tendencies need drama through your skull
  • Will the MLB grab my ML and put your gunna bars as the next hanukkah,
  • Whatva' ya, some noisy bitches, nothing started with ya,
  • And now I rebuttal your AI pictures, take pictures of your obituary
  • Cause I had to send ya yo the cemetery so take a puff
  • Full of wonder, at least I don't send your rhymes into a flyin' bliss
  • Take a piss on your shit, hopin' you can get on my lust
  • But you rush to much on that rust, clusterd n' rushfull you miss
  • All the click clack bars, and no talent is apparent,
  • Slam his parent to his appeasement state cause I'm rappin' like the rent due
  • Supplemental in his schemes he turned into lame bland

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