Battles RC3 vs ConSpiracy
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Ayoo ConSpiracy Theory, or whatever the fuck you go by,
- You are the least talented dude on this site homey no lie,
- Your simple lines and basic schemes make me wanna go die,
- Lame ass rhymes and stupid themes, i think I've hit the bull's eye!
- Calling your shit freestyles when they are practiced and rehearsed,
- Please hide the women and children when this bitch drops his verse,
- Fuck any nurse I've pre-ordered a hearse to go and traverse his ass to
- his grave, Dump him in feet first!
- Anyone who refers to your ass as lyricist is menatally challenged,
- I devour tracks and feed on rappers yet my diet is balanced!
- I'm gonna win this battle yo I really hate to spoil it,
- I suspect you got some master plan, shit did I foil it?
- There's a certain art to making records, you bake flows and broil shit
- Shit, after eating you I'm probably gonna be running to the toilet!
- Please someone yell "Bars!" and everyone scream "Oooo!"
- Killed the battle made you rattled stopped your prattle, your move.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- A challenger stood up named RC3, but he could be RC2 or RC1
- and still no challenge was seen
- He could be RC0, oh wait that would be ideal, cause his rap style raised no
- genuine appeal
- he stepped into the battle like an orange he was peeled, ripped up, shredded
- heard was a loud squeal
- this pig ass rapper who tried to fork his way in, turn to pork, pop the cork, get
- fucking caked with
- with these nasty ass verses I raise the questions, his lame rap schemes leave
- people half guessin
- my theories go viral and ignite controversies, while his rhymes fail to
- represent anything worthy
- This might be too much to handle but listen up, here is a theory I had on the
- corrupt
- I'm the third antichrist ceasar paved the way then came the hitler, and now im
- the one left to slay
- these desperate 'rappers' think it's dinna time but these desperate rappers
- still searchin' for a finish line
- runnin around like a chicken with no head, blindfold taken off and found all
- dead
- bones sticking out everywhere that represent bread, wine spilt on floor that
- represent blood shed
- all are tryna to choppa the next rapper down, stand my ground, look around
- and there was no one to be found
- but I keep going on my discovery, channel my inner demon, to battle the
- heavensent angels god's dealin
- I go by ConSpiracy cause I challenge status quo, meanwhile it’s
- ConsPiracy the high seas are my flow
- Smooth as a stream rough as a waterfall, I made the move, check mate,
- now you make the call