Battles CasinoFreak vs Fallsway
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
Fallsway won this battle!
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Battle on December 6 2024 and Battle on May 24 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Okay, this is going to be heavy
- Hope ya ready for your minds to be blown and turned to jelly
- Let’s go, take hold, rick roll on these fake wannabes
- It’s obscene, how can’t they see? Put this on repeat
- Drip feed them slowly til they realise that they weak
- Best douse some water on this verse that’s holy
- Making you wish your mommy would tuck you to bed and
- Screaming cause the monsters are under your beds, wait
- I am the monster, and I’ve come for your heads
- Leave you dead on the floor, your family bust through the door, now they screaming.
- Screeching is the sound when then they see you bleeding
- You forgot I was under the bed, repeat it
- No I wasn’t, I was up on the ceiling, watching you in my own noose, proceeding
- To torture you, get in your head, this is nothing but the truth
- So make room in your head, to embed
- A hellish thought that will leave you begging for death, no regret
- You're stupid, I said it, brain dead, aloof and synthetic
- What I do is electric, surreal with a groovy aesthetic
- You write truly pathetic, you couldn't do with 10 verses what I do in a second
- Who wants to be deaded? Even your post titles reek of dreaded
- Poor authors that couldn't speak on a record, so why y’all want to diss?
- You haunted with, a body like a broken ship, deep in a cold abyss
- Leave you lost in hopelessness, I'm someone you shouldn't go against
- I'm the type to put a knife to your chest and grip the treasure inside when I open it
- Then I'll bite the heart, look at the pulp, it drips, spit the flesh on your face hard enough to leave you with swollen lips
- Who's coming, gun in have you running for the border old school tape recorder for this slaughter
- Mind twist, divine sign, death grip, step lose, breath, throat slit, dope note quotes when I spit
- No strays go where the hoe prays, games I don't play, flames to lames, okay
- No mercy, weak rappers urk me, bury opps where the dirt free
- They better do something, they do nothing you lose bluffing
- Got crews running and shoe scuffing, I’m brew chugging and puffing
- Deja vu cousin, guess who snuck in with a blade or two tucked in
- Got more than a few ducking, embed hellish thoughts with more bars than the cells where felons rot
- Hotter than spots where cops watch for felons selling rock
- Tried to tell them stop before they got their melons chopped
- Mostly win I’ve seldom lost, who wants to get deaded
- Who wants to get the flesh from their neck to their chest shredded
- Who wants to test the best with the fresh method
- Bet ya regret it, get what ya get forget it and just press exit
- You'll be lucky to be left with a limb
- You thought you set me up yet you're the victim
- Who's the perpetrator? Any guesses? I'm him
- You might think it's a confusing situation you're in
- Guess that's how it goes when you ain't the best with your pen
- I wouldn't know because my pen's sharp as a sword
- Monsters in the dark - I slice through the horde
- Like a samurai lord in flight from the insanity ward
- I leave a trail of those mangled and gored
DEFENDER'S RAP
- 0:09
- First, fuck this bitch,
- And the hits he takes,
- CasinoFreak bout to leak his name,
- Seeking fame, but he leaves a stain,
- In the bathroom stall, when he leaves in pain.
- Aye,
- I’m over here laughing at that nasty concoction,
- Before you fuck with someone, better do it in caution,
- But you come in obnoxious, that’s a happy precaution, (for me)
- Be clapping, when I see your in a coffin, (haha)
- His hearts stoppin’, what’s popping’?
- Some gas leaks and toxins, that’s me, I’m bossin’,
- This nasty lil person, with a flashy exhaustion,
- You ask me what’s poppin’, being drafted by martians,
- Feel blast heat from Brooklyn, as you clash with your conscience,
- Is it magic or nonsense? My raps and its doctrine,
- I’m packed with a plot, then attack when I drop in,
- When you drop in you do more capping than rapping, I’m laughing.
- Haha.
- //CasinoFreak.
- //You ain’t making no point,
- //You ain’t making no name for yourself,
- //Running around throwing blind shots obnoxiously,
- //Whats your goal?
- //What the fuck you tryna obtain?
- //Other than pain.
- All that tough talk online, now where your goons at?
- I pull up with facts, ain’t no need for a strap,
- I’m a rapper, so I rap. Your a capper, do the math,
- Your pack scatters, mine all last, your raps stutter,
- Through the sas, it’s funny all the styles you tryna blend,
- Switch up all your styles, just to try to ascend,
- You was never on our level, not now, not then,
- Got you looking in the mirror just to find a real friend,
- Gonna get you to confess, what rapper is the best,
- Of course it’s probably you, so here’s my bars, go digest,
- And a-dress, the truth, who’s the mess and the goon?
- Ima infest you, with the news, your fucking fake, ain’t nothing true,
- Dude, you a parody, barely a rapper, a casualty,
- Chasing attention like it’s charity, but you lack originality,
- Now you mad at reality, cuz your whole personality,
- Built off nothing but depression, and borrowed technicality.
- //I now know where your coming from,
- //It’s hatred ain’t it?
- //Jealousy?
- //The fuck did MTD_Productions do to you?
- And this? This ain’t beef, it’s charity, kid,
- Gave you acknowledgment, now go do something with it.