Battles vs bigboiCOS
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Battle on February 8 2024
CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Bodies droppin', limbs choppin', on the block we rockin'
- No talkin', just walkin', in the streets we stalkin'
- Momma's bug, we thugs, heart pumps, no mercy hugs
- Fingers snapping, bones cracking, in the dark alley's tugging
- Kidneys explode, in a twisted episode, blood spills, bodies corrode
- Eyes wide, no guide, just knives on each side
- Tongues cut, no rebut, just pain and bloodlust
- Flesh torn, hearts mourn, in this world so torn
- I'm the surgeon, with no surgeon, limbs flyin', chaos emergin'
- Body parts for days, in this deadly phase, no escape maze
- Gangsta life with a twist, in the abyss, no bliss
- I'll keep spittin' fire, till body parts retire
- In this graveyard of sin, where organs thin, and the blood runs thin
- Hands reach, hearts breach, in the darkness we preach
- Fingers pointed, joints disjointed, in the night we anointed
- Skulls cracked, bodies hacked, in this world so black
- Organs harvested, lives dismantled, in this deadly scandal
- Blood drippin', bones splittin', in this world we're sinnin'
- Limbs severed, souls severed, in the night forever
- I'm the king of dismemberment, with no sentiment, in this hellbent
- I'll keep dominatin', body parts resonatin', in this gangsta creation.
- In the underworld where bodies drop like rain
- Limbs severed, blood stains, no room for pain
- Flesh and bone, a deadly tone, in this twisted zone
- Where hearts stop, and heads roll, in this cruel symphony we stroll
- Eyes wide with fear, as body parts disappear
- Fingers twitch, bones itch, in this dark, wicked pitch
- Tongues tied, no place to hide, in this violent tide
- Skin torn, souls worn, in the shadows we mourn
- I'm the surgeon of the streets, where body parts meet
- In a dance of death, where every breath brings closer to the reaper's depth
- Organs traded, lives faded, in this dark parade we've created
- Where arteries bleed, and hearts plead, for a mercy we don't need
- Hands grasp, in this deadly clasp, where life is but a gasp
- Fingers point, joints disjoint, in this twisted joint
- Skulls crush, in this deadly hush, where bodies turn to mush
- Organs harvested, lives bartered, in this underworld's market
- Blood drips, bones split, in this night where shadows flit
- Limbs discarded, in this darkness guarded, by the streets we've squired
- In this realm of disarray, where body parts sway, in the night's ballet
- I'll reign supreme, in this macabre dream, where body parts scream.
- Amidst the chaos, the city's veins pulsate with fear
- The rhythm of violence, a symphony we hear
- Echoes of gunshots, screams in the night, a chilling sight
- In this urban jungle, where the strong prey on the weak, in their fight
- Beneath the neon lights, shadows dance, a gruesome sight
- Fingers tremble, as the cold steel of the knife grinds
- Heartbeats race, in this deadly maze, where lives are at stake
- In the alleyways, where secrets are buried deep, in the dark abyss they keep
- I'm the maestro of mayhem, in this twisted ballet
- With every note, another life is wrenched away
- Organs stolen, lives forgotten, in this dark, forsaken plot
- The city's heart beats, with a rhythm so cold, it won't stop
DEFENDER'S RAP
- // 0:13 //
- Fuck you, ion give a fuck if you don't think I'm cool
- That's cool, cause I just picked up your girl from school
- Bitch, you a fool, you need to check your schedule
- To know when your girl want a mouthful
- She like me better, cause I give her pleasure
- An I never, disappoint her with my treasure
- Who you think you foolin'?
- Ima start shootin', when I'm smokin' this pollution
- Drop yo ass, like I'm Vladimir Putin
- I got a solution, to start a revolution
- Maybe, I can shock you in the chair
- Or get you screamin', and tearing out your hair
- Ion care, if this shits not fair
- Say your goodbyes, and start your prayers
- I get you to the end, be grateful I can even send
- You to the very depths, hells for you, its your present
- Ima pull up to your block, start throwin' shots
- Cause damn I'm a god, and you a facade
- Man, you waste my damn time
- You waste my rhymes, cause you love startin' a fight
- But bitch tonight, ima give you a fright
- Don't mess with me, I'm not somebody
- You can just fight for free
- I ain't ever sorry, for going on this spree
- You always tryna say every bad thing about me
- When technically, we just reflect off of who we wanna be
- But you'll always be a nobody
- A fucker who sags his pants around his knees
- So fuck you
- You pissy little bitch
- Goddamn