Battles FrankVicious vs DamontheLyricist
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Your hardest verse is brittle — I drop you with ease,
- Choppin’ syllables clinical, surgical steez.
- Slice through the static — emphatic, let silence compete,
- Even my throwaways elevate — still crushin’ your peak.
- No contest — no stress, I dismantle finesse,
- Rip through your chest, still clean in my vest.
- I’m master of craft — every pattern I slay,
- You jog through the bars, I’m laps ahead in the fray.
- Blood on the page when I step in the booth,
- You drown in excuses — I weaponize truth.
- Katana swing crisp, no peace, no truce,
- Your verses collapse — too frail for the use.
- Sensei of chaos — precision and law,
- Pen sharp as a shuriken, slicin’ your jaw.
- You flex in reflections — I flex in the war,
- Each cut from my sword writes “never no more.”
- Torchin’ the weak while I polish my blade,
- Your catalogue’s hollow — it fades and decays.
- Step in my dojo — your death is pre-paid,
- Ruthless with honor — bow down or get flayed.
- Hook:
- Ash in the wind, I don’t boast, I just breathe,
- Ghosts of opponents still haunt what I leave.
- Steel slides clean — one stroke, then reprieve,
- Walk off in silence — respect or just bleed.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo, how was my verse brittle when I’m an armadillo,
- The armor never cracks, reflecting the bigger picture, that
- Frank Vicious had substance in his pen, drop me with ease,
- Sorry, the thing is that my heart is a scream,
- No ninja can throw arson with me, yet, you Frank,
- AI is your excuse, an unoriginal lyrics just to damage the truth,
- Death note, blood on the page, are you serious, vicious,
- Inferior victim, spit fire, I’m a serial killer, senseis,
- How a robot spit better than you, ‘bout to go crazy in
- The medical room, check it, I rhymes heading up,
- Piece it together, each of these letters, aim at the
- Reason’s I’m better, keep seeing the cheddar,
- Weapon is truth, got Demon Beretta, the king
- Of the west, feasting with heads of Frank,
- I curse you like a sailor, no interviews,
- But V in the sentence, each time I talk,
- I’m like Vlad the Impaler, look, Frank Vicious,
- I’m the predator, you’re prey, you would not
- Have dirt even on Earth Day, you’re a ghost,
- Like Casper, but I’m Ghostface, the old days
- Of Crack spots and OJ, 12 gauge,
- The shotgun, I’m the gunman,
- Frank, you’re a fraud, you cant be just one man,
- Have some AI, you only had one plan,
- Like oh man, so cold with the 1-2 punch,
- Your skull’s more frail than my verse, come do something,
- Run for cover, I’m under some of the stuff you iced,
- My dawgs got prison for life, 10 years,
- You’re a snake in the grass, I smell the venom,
- The head of sinners, with head to penitentiaries,
- The best of me is the worst of you,
- Look at me when I talk to you.