Battles SKIN2SKIN vs TATOR
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I got gotta alot Nephews that don't follow my curfews,
- Alota neices that are in shambles and pieces,
- They ain't got no fathers so they put their trust in Jesus
- But amma bout to cut this dude's dick Off, so hand me a pair of scissors
- And Your girl doesn't go to the moon, what the fuck is she ? Venus?
- Is it a way of enterprising herself?, I dunno am not a genius
- But it's pretty obvious, it's like scratchin' your ass and not expecting smelly fingers,
- Am not goin further with that topic
- And don't you anticipate my rhymes you piece of shit, you're a joke in a comic,
- I have sex more than don't, my dick is iconic,
- Whereas your pops is impotent, he shoots more blanks than John wick,
- Your bitche's skin so bleached, she looks like a pan brick,
- A dead rat your sis is, she stinks more than an uncircumcised dick
- If she was givin' free pussy I swear I wud masturbate for the whole week so to speak
- And if I did accept it, I wud sterilize my dick in jik n chlorine
- The only reason you're still alive is that you breathe oxygen
- You're tht type of guy who's still datin' bitches named Josephine,
- And her virginal fluid is venomous, she gat a warning label on her clitoris,
- And ur sex styles are pathetic, if you'were a pornstar they wud draft u to section called hilarious
- And the distance of your dick from balls is precarious,
- How did I know? I wont tell, guess am delirious,
- Am on yuh block and my grip on your bitche's ass is tenacious
- You sleep on the floor and eat more dust than a snake has,
- Am not homophobic, buh I don like lil Nas
- Jus gat here and understand that am a dumb ass
DEFENDER'S RAP
- TATOR - Shot Em Down
- I'm the ink that never dries, the eternal flame
- My rhymes stretch galaxies, no boundaries to flame
- From quasors to black holes, I spit cosmic dust
- Your bars? Fleeting comets, lost in stardust
- I'm the Fibonacci sequence, lyrical perfection
- Golden ratio lines, divine intropection
- Your flow? A broken algorithm, glitched code
- I'm the encryption key, unlocking the untold
- I'm the Big Bang beat, expanding the universe,
- Your rhythm? Flatline, rehearsed and terse,
- I'm the paradox, Schrödinger's cat in the booth,
- Your metaphors? Newtonian, lacking truth.
- I'm the quasar's pulse, pulsar's rotation,
- Your syllables? Gravitational hesitation,
- I'm the singularity, collapsing time and space,
- Your punchlines? Nebulae, lost without a trace.
- So go ahead, stack your lines, build your tower,
- I'll be the cosmic wind, scattering your power,
- In this rap infinity, I'm the alpha and omega,
- Mic drop, universe shattered, no more drama.
- I'm the quill dipped in quasars, writing constellations,
- Your ink? Pale novas, fading revelations,
- I'm the beatbox supernova, spitting quarks,
- Your rhythm? Quantum fluctuations in the dark.
- I'm the event horizon's edge, spitting relativity,
- Your verses? Gravitational waves of banality,
- I'm the black hole cipher, devouring bars,
- Your metaphors? Lost in parallel memoirs.
- I'm the pulsar's tempo, neutron star percussion,
- Your flow? Cosmic microwave background reduction,
- I'm the dark matter lyricist, unseen but felt,
- Your lines? Quantum entanglement misspelled
- I'm the quasar's echo, reverberating time,
- Your syllables? Quantum foam, barely a rhyme,
- I'm the string theory lyricist, vibrating dimensions,
- Your punchlines? Collapsed wave functions, no intentions.
- So step back, mortal rapper, know your place,
- I'm the cosmic beatmaker, weaving spacetime lace,
- Your bars? Finite, like a dying star's last breath,
- I'm the infinite rhyme, echoing from birth to death.