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.

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