Battles Revan vs wasp
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THIS BATTLE IS OVER
wasp won this battle!
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Battle on June 30 2025
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Welcome to the slaughter, I don’t rap, I reign,
- Every bar’s a guillotine slicing through your brain.
- I step in the booth, the ground starts to shake,
- Your name ain't a threat — it's just something I break.
- You bark online — I bury dogs in the dirt,
- I don’t clap back, I hit first, make it hurt.
- This ain’t a game — I write in blood, not ink,
- Your whole style stink, get erased in a blink.
- I’m pressure — the kind you can’t survive,
- I spit doomsday lines while you're barely alive.
- Talk slick? You better fix your tone,
- One verse from me’ll crush your backbone.
- No cap, no gimmicks, just cold precision,
- Every rhyme I drop ends a rap career’s vision.
- This ain’t rap — it’s ritual execution,
- Every line I spit is violent retribution.
- Now bleed on the beat, let your soul collapse,
- Welcome to the war — no peace, just slaps.
- Try to answer back? That’s suicide talk —
- I don’t leave enemies... I outline chalk.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- run the check, run, run, check bounced, son
- flip the script, done, done, this the last one
- gun like tongue like a cannon, bum ba bum bum
- city gon' hum, hum, hum when the cash come
- 131 puns, numb, numb, feel the blast, numb
- and he got the last laugh
- little bitty break feelin' like a century passed
- give em a week and they actin' brand new, plastic ass staff
- yo body yellin' ceasefire, demanded a ransom
- not stressin' no loss, just stackin' the anthem
- yall rent space inside your own head, abandoned the phantom
- claim king but your crown look like foil from a random
- sandwich shop, stop my presence alone split wigs
- your whole squad move weight, barely lift bricks
- seen em sweat bullets tryna count up a quick six
- fingers trembling harder than a detox clinic fix
- this aint poetry club, aint recitin' no sonnets
- this that gutter gospel, preachin' straight from the pockets
- empty, then vanish. my hiatus aint no bonnet
- curling up weak like im sharpenin' rockets
- leftovers yall feasting on thats last weeks trash compactor
- return of the tack, the whole blocks benefactor
- run the check, run, run, check bounced, son
- flip the script, done, done, this the last one
- gun like tongue like a cannon, bum ba bum bum
- city gon' hum, hum, hum when the cash come
- 131 puns, numb, numb, feel the blast, numb
- and he got the last laugh
- little bitty break feelin' like a century passed
- give em a week and they actin' brand new, plastic ass staff
- aight, pause. seven days vanishin', puff of the chronic
- not duckin' no smoke, just rebuildin' the tonic
- for the venom I spit yall pretend to be chronic?
- your whole flow got more holes than a discount colonic
- authentic, seen more facade on a movie lot
- your struggle bought wholesale, straight out the consignment shop
- i dissect the fake with the glee of a kid poppin' tops
- off sodas he shook up watch the pressure just drop
- no metaphors about foundations or chiselin' stone
- just straight observation yall standin' alone
- when the beat hit the bone, who the crowd really groan for?
- the ghostwriter special or the one holdin' his own war?
- this aint see ya later weak, its strategic retreat
- like ali rope a dope, let the suckas repeat
- their wack ass routines then im back on my feet
- with the meanest left hook that the game ever meet
- watch the throne get vacated without any heirs
- come back to the sound of them whisperin' prayers
- that I stay gone. too bad. the nightmare appears
- with fresh clips for the ears. buck fifty right here