Battles PCK_Junior vs LNS
RULES
GLOCKSTAR REBORN
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Glockstar bitch, guess who’s back?
- I’m carrying PCK, Time to pick up slack
- Dis a comeback, I get big racks
- When I kill a nigga, I yell big bracks
- And dats suwhoop, cause dats what I am, and what you’ll neva be
- You talkin’ shit, you get murked by me
- Hate a running nigga I ain’t got time for dat shit
- Put dat bread on yo head get you dead
- Hit a headshot on a nigga, it’s dead or retarded
- And where I’m from lil nigga it’s dead or jail
- Threatening me wit juvie, lil bitch I’m not scared
- Pussy niggas acting? You not hard you not real
- Mad at dem cops, fuck 12
- Them pigs needs free my cousin Tyrell
- Ion get mad I get even
- Ion quit nah this my thing ya
- Fuck wit me you get killed ya
- I play with sticks, I wet up the blocks, I’m upping tha score, everybody catch the smoke world tour
- Killin niggas so easy it’s like a chore
- Fuck niggas talk on instagram, I just ignore
- If I see dem in real flesh? Blow the whole face off reattach that!
- Make way for tha king
- And get scared again
- Yea this a comeback
- Ya GLOCKSTARS BACK
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo, I pop on the stage like a glitch in the matrix,
- You panic so hard your heartbeat changes placements.
- I aim with a cadence that breaks your arrangements,
- Your rhyme book shakes like it’s facin’ displacement.
- I’m back in my basket-case phase with the mask on,
- Laugh wrong and I’ll snap on your last song.
- You rap like you practice in a classroom with crayons
- I rap like I’m channelin’ demons with napalm.
- I’m the Slim Shady spirit when the beat starts thumpin’,
- My brain’s still jumpin’ like it malfunctioned somethin’.
- You spit two bars and the room starts slumpin’,
- I spit one line and your whole crew starts dumpin’.
- I’ll verbally twist you, bend you, wrench you,
- Punchlines hit harder than the rent’s due.
- Your whole “style”? I’ll end you, unfriend you
- My flow kicks doors off hinges when it enters.
- I’m the son of a punchline psycho, typo killer,
- Slicing up beats with a mic like a steel pillar.
- You try to get iller but my skills get realer
- Your verses sound like they were ghostwritten by Zillow.
- I’m the villain in the hoodie with a notebook of torment,
- You’re the rapper in denial with a rhyme full of warnings.
- I storm in, performin’ with a mind that’s distortin’,
- And tear your whole script like the judge outta order.
- So step up again I dare you I welcome the pressure,
- But bring something clever, ‘cause I dissect lesser.
- I’m still Shady-coded, rage-loaded, bar compressor
- And you’re just another body in my lyrical stretcher.