Battles luketheundead vs Tewsly
RULES
i got nuthin
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Tewsly won this battle!
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Battle on April 3 2025 and Battle on May 30 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- three kings of jerusalem
- in one braid
- the codes are universal so the Buddha weeps
- white robes
- no clothes
- 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
- 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
- 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