Battles iLLSKiLL vs
RULES
Multiple syllable rap battle. You can rap about whatever you want
Max of 32 lines
THIS BATTLE IS OVER
iLLSKiLL won this battle!
2 ROUNDS
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Battle on December 27 2014
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- This batch of prose flows like Pinocchio's nose grows,
- a clear mismatch,
- backup, call here for dispatch,
- it's sheer witchcraft, the way I hear this bitch gasp,
- Abracadabra! It's hocus pocus how I nab ya,
- black magic lyrics stab ya,
- so drab you grab a candelabra,
- I'm such a cunning linguist,
- I'm stunning when I sing pissed,
- My oratory skills,
- give you horror story chills,
- back down Tom Petty, my smack downs heavy,
- you keep on getting, blasted like confetti, flabbergasted on every,
- deadly bomb medley, I'm Nascar's Andretti,
- I pace the race on this track, yik yak,
- This crap slides off my tongue like its plaque, I need a tic tac
DEFENDER'S RAP
- I just consumed a few old poisoned cherries / And confused chilled 'shrooms
- for cold boysenberries / Made a smoothie with moldy soys and dairies /
- And now my body's barely able to stay stable / Puke's under the table /
- My stomach's nauseous with vomit / And I just stuck my left testicle in an electrical socket /
- And shocked it so much when I finally stopped it / it was throbbing and flowin' jizz
- like a fire hose faucet. / I'm a psychic like Nostradamus, and to be honest /
- You're gunna die tonight when I grab a gun and get my finger on it /
- I'm chasing Hendricks with six shots of Hypnotic / Avoiding bouncers /
- While devourin' ten twelve-ouncers per hour / Drink you under the counters /
- Not mixing vodkas with tonics / Straight up, no rocks going on it , cuz I'm simply demonic /
- I'm a stoned cold drunk—Smoking Ciroc. Sipping on Chronic / I'm using proper phonics /
- Never slur words in Ebonics / Pronouncing words like in Shakespearean sonnets /
- If I ever get famous for performing operas / Or get honored for singing like Frank Sinatra /
- Please shop lift a sawed off and cock it / Top me off with a shot to the medulla oblongata /
- Then pawn the gun back to the pawn shop you got it from / Got it? Golden /
- I'm holdin'—A concealed weapon / and ready to reveal it to your step-dad's stepson /
- And then discretely hide excreted rape evidences /
- In front of Sesame Street estate residences /
- My next step is—to whip out my eight to seven inches /
- Then flip a "Big Bird" without waiting hesitances /
- I'm up in their elements, too close like dating relatives /
- I'll make it evident then-get-it-on-with-them like mating elephants /
- Grover's making gelatin, from the trunk of Snuffleupagus /
- I was snorting Cookie's crumbs when I begun to cuss at them /
- I uttered "Enough of this!—I really want a muppet kiss!" /
- So I clenched some retarded puppet bitch, made him pucker lips /
- Stuck-a-fist-up-in-red-velvet-butt, and started tickle fuckin' it /
- Now Melo's buck naked with Ernie and Bert / Got Elmo thrustin' & jerkin' purely with twerks /
- When I insert it in—surely it hurts / The Count was to thirty when prematurely Oscar squirts /
- We all busted abruptly with pearly nut bursts / Bukkake'd on iLLSKiLL who's absorbing the spurts.