Battles  SnT vs wasp

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

  • Shii we bout to go 1 and 0, Battle 5 times you'd lose all five in a row,
  • Stealth mode, snuck in, fucked yo mum and yo bitch your house now my home
  • Your bitch now a hoe,
  • Your mama love the taste call me over to get some more,
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  • What's buzzing a wasp bout to get done in,
  • The way I'm sin spitting, these bars bout to be hard hitting,
  • Flows committed to committing chrome splitting actions,
  • You bout to think this a movie cause got you bitch yelling with passion,
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  • No one's here to hear lies wasp,
  • They here to see here lies wasp🪦, it's a big difference,
  • The way this flows hot my Ak bout to be indifferent,
  • Like a school shooter bow, age your age makes no difference,
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  • You’re a Freak no game, thinkin' you’re at the Zenith no way,
  • never peaking, just stuck in Porta-rico, Empty and brain dimming,
  • El Chapo’s got more direction than your delusional Afterlife’s plot,
  • I read the Red flags, Psychic vision, I’m the conductor, you got caught lacking
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  • Dictionary boy’s quite clueless, thinks 'execute' just means a blueprint
  • I leave your crew toothless, brains oozin’ like a soup mix,
  • Swing a bat where your roof is, fast pitch leave your thoughts in a comix,
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  • A dose of these bars got ’em hooked like a sin, this wasn't the state the met us in,
  • Dope shit I'm griddy with it semi automatic bout to chip his disk,
  • Like michael blackson kick it giggy with it slit his wrist,
  • now we michael jackson in the thriller gimmick,
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  • Fuck I'ma give you a dictionary right after go learn some new words,
  • Just put your stinger through wings who else want some
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DEFENDER'S RAP

  • yo snt weak like a flicker in a blackout
  • your career a flatline no pulse just a slack mouth
  • im the scalpel in the morgue cut your name off the toe tag
  • your whole squad corpse confetti when my mags start to blow back
  • you a flea on my collar one scratch and your bloodsack empty
  • my wordplay chernobyl your brain cells all left like your tenants
  • you thought you was venom till I showed you the antivenom
  • now your whole sound like a dial tone wrapped in a condom
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  • I turn snt to sn(t) with the brackets of shame
  • your bitch said your rhymes sound like alphabet soup with no flavor
  • you the human equivalent of a participation trophy
  • im the auctioneer of pain sold your ego for consignment
  • your last hit was your mamas womb talk about one-time wonders
  • im the ghostwriter of doom penning your tombstone in cursive
  • you the scratch-off lotto ticket that just says 'try again'
  • im the IRS of bars auditing your whackness with interest

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