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Battle on February 8 2024

CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • 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

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  • // 0:13 //
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  • 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
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  • She like me better, cause I give her pleasure
  • An I never, disappoint her with my treasure
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • I get you to the end, be grateful I can even send
  • You to the very depths, hells for you, its your present
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  • Ima pull up to your block, start throwin' shots
  • Cause damn I'm a god, and you a facade
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  • Man, you waste my damn time
  • You waste my rhymes, cause you love startin' a fight
  • But bitch tonight, ima give you a fright
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  • 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
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  • 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
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  • So fuck you
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  • You pissy little bitch
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  • Goddamn

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