Corrupt vs HSN_Haruka

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

I'll leave your mind twisted and bent, Like Gods visions were sent,
To piss on your grave, Thinking you're great,
I'll throw your head in a grate, And make cheddar,
My rhymes are better, I'm the head competitor,
Like the most red alert shit you ever heard, I ain't Godly gifted,
I'm more dark and wicked, I'll start sinning,
And kill innocent children, Releasing chill winds,
Causing disease, Collapsing your lungs till you can't breathe,
There's ice when I speak, Don't deny that you're weak,
Don't even think, Listen as I roll from my tongue,
I sound like an AK with a 100 barrel drum,
See me, let us Pharaohs run,
If not hell will come,
I'll give you brain cancer,
If that don't work, the gat'll make your brains splatter,
I ain't a chained bastard,
It's people like you that make me change faster,
I don't have to be literate,
I can call you a bitch and still rub on your clitoris,
Your fictitious,
You're what a bitch tits is,
And I'm an unstoppable man,
With what you call a provable plan,
To be a fuckin prophet,
Who lives lawless,
And I ain’t from astronomy,
That formed into biology,
There's no stoppin me,
And I ain't no cocky teen,
When I say I'm thermobaric,
You're scared so you can't bare it,
So tell me your reason to live,
I couldn't even think of a shit,
No not one,
I'm like a cocked gun,
And I'm not worthless,
I'm a voice who ain't wordless,
This is to you,
But that doesn't mean I'm finished too,
You just have a dull life,
Like a white bitch who cuts they wrists with dull knives,
To any offense I cause,
Let me look you in the eyeball,
And listen to what I write,
don't say this isn't right,
You called for war,
Now my lyrical calvery pushes forward,
I can care less,
If you're diseased and hairless,
Work at McDonalds and wear hair nets,
Cause I'll always blare shit,
I mix slow like any oxide,
I don't care if you saw light,
Or know what gods like,
I wanna start fights,
Not hide behind scarred lines,
Or be dusted like starlight,
This is what happens when you lyricize,
You make big words cause they look nice,
Fuck that,
Come here I’ll show you where the guns at,
I'm a real beast, Born from real streets,
I may be dirty, but I'm real clean,
I may be good, but I'm real mean, Write back and you'll see.

Challenger

Corrupt

DEFENDER'S RAP

Welcome to the dead zone, no signals on cell phones,
You act like you living in hell, news flash, Hell’s gone.
I took it over, it’s frozen over, colder than polar,
while I’m lighting up on that green like an XBox controller.
I’ve been at this since Nelly was rocking grills,
probably around the time when Ja-Rule was popping pills.
I’ve done in and heard a lot of rappers and none of you have—
the type of skills that I have, so tell me how does second place feel?
You kids be bragging about wigs and chains and claiming that you’re beasting,
but you’ve really got those whips and chains cos’ you ain’t go no freedom.
Caged in your minds and I’m freeing ‘em, your lyrics that have no meaning,
and that shit ain’t ever gonna change unless you open up your mind till you start seeing.
And I ain’t in it for the money, but you’re desperate for the money,
I ain’t worried about you talentless kids cos you can’t get it from me,
It’s funny how Gen changed up, it’s funny how you came up,
Cos’ now you’re extra tight I should’ve sworn that if it wasn’t for hatred you’d be strangers.
That’s word to Neku, lyrically pressing necks like a veterans combat boots,
I ain’t gotta pour my heart out in this battle cos Wealth’ll probably votemog me too.
I join back and see RapPad is dead but I’m on a mission to get it back,
so I spaz on every flagrant fucking faggot on any track, snapping back like a fitted hat.
This is actual rap, don’t pretend that you the disease when I’m the ground zero sourcing war famine and pestilence,
Quit acting like you’re strapped up with lazy gun bars you’re a sixteen year old white kid don’t act like you’re toting burners.
What? You’re a goofy bitch just like that Sasuke kid, you battled me to probably hoping to end it quick,
but I don’t care about the results this ain’t ending until I’ve killed your career you racist egotistical piece of shit.
You’re a disgrace to rap, and your vote mogging dickriders won’t help you catch slack,
because when I hop on a track? I’m genociding talentless bitches like terrorist with a bomb filled with anthrax,
The vets know I’m on top of this rap shit, and since you’re throwing some shots I’m throwing them back,
And since you wanna try and act, then fuck it it’s showtime and I’m breaking some necks.
White top Air Force One’s with the thigh high socks,
Since everybody here is trying to be a rapper, you’ve got no shot.
You can’t be out rapped? You must have got it twisted like you’re coked up,
but I ain’t tripping little bitch I’m still on the water hand crafting flows like the boat stopped.
You’re seething mad, dog. Flagrant faggot I’m gonna keep it real with the next few fact,
with your lack of talent you’ll need two side hustles just to make your rap career last.
That means you’re ass, you are trash, you’re not allowed to try and diss me if you’re whack,
I’m always on this platform riding circles around you, y’all been ducking like I’m shooting up your cul-de-sac.
The copycat Doja Cat, Latto or Cardi B, whatever you call me,
You ain’t Busta Rhymes or Kevin Gates, you a bitch so continue to abhor me.
I ain’t worried about your accusations,
all I do is ask for peace I’m a nice girl but I castrate these haters.
Man all you kids are faking, I take up the pen and leave you shaking,
this battle ain’t working out for you, you’re better off asking Wealth to this shit.
You should start saving up all those nickels and dimes, instead of or trying to rhyme,
instead all I’m seeing from this fake white bitch is him yapping about choppers and nines.
That shit is easy rap, don’t believe me quack? Repeat the track,
I keep the Mac level macaroni your shit till it’s leaking black.
You see this gat? These bullets will leave you frothing up and slumping back,
See butch? Incan do it too but I’m lyrical I don’t fuck with that.
You, ain’t, got anything on me, you keep yapping that you’re real you have yet to show me,
KiLlInG aLl YoUr FrIeNdS aNd YoUr FuCkInG fAmIlY. HSN Haruka is the only one speaking truth, best believe.
You ain’t on the come-up, best believe you won’t get it, don’t compare yourself to me again that’s the only reason I’m offended,
if you wanna battle me in future you better learn how to make some waves, next time it’s “fuck you, pay me or get out of my fucking face”.
Bitch.

Defender

HSN_Haruka