Battles Cantrhyme vs Eastside_Ghost
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- YOU JUST CANT BE REAL I’ve mastered the skill to leave emcees asking for peace
- When battling I’m better than you will ever be , you are just sad to see, like a retard
- Trying to freestyle but cannot speak. I’ll slaughter you like an animal if you beast,
- I’m unimaginably great your words and style phrase regurgitate free , nothing nice
- About you why even be humble when you ain’t, every time you rhyme you struggle
- Or faint , no breath control in your speech, I know you hate I would hate to if I was
- As fake ,your just to late to take into consideration, that you’ve been incinerated
- Like flames , your a lame , the same as 90 percent of the game, plain , no expression
- Or exceptional lyrics, you just copy other rappers and claim you have realness,
- I bet if you ever made a track it wouldn’t make ,stacks, or even attract an audience
- Because you always miss , with punches, everything about you is a lie , your life
- Your style, your a character for the money, nobody knows what hiphop is because of
- You, and people like you ,I bet you set there and type and think I’m the best ,
- Dress up like the culture from the streets that you’ve never been, come on man
- Your like a hair band in the 80s , you look like a bitch and think your manly ,
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Ghost coming at ya, big stature
- Caught more bodies than liver cancer
- Big star but still box ya, tony danza
- Have a thugs breathing asthma when I put down the stanza
- It was written, but I won't let Nas down
- Send it back thrice as hard like doc brown
- dismal, dull affairs, another breakdown
- Wet you up slow, like the group H-town
- I do shit reprehensible just for fun
- War crimes, Unit Seven thirty one
- Were beaten, eaten, and hit with the flurry gun
- You better hurry son
- It's getting cold out here, I'm fine with my Shearling
- You can't touch my riches, being on my Carl Perkins
- Eyes twitching round, trying to see where I'm lurking
- Pummel you in the gut until you start hurling
- This punk can't survive a doomsday
- I'll rearrange what his tomb say
- Or I'll send a hit out when he's at his niece's birthday
- Taking you out is just any old workday
- Skull bash you, give the gift of CTE
- Electricution time, your seat ready
- You getting sweaty, uzi in a frenzy
- All that while you shake a can "Spare a penny?"
- Taking out your neck saying how you think I'm shit
- Well I don't think about you at all because I'm allergic to cowardice
- Talk about breath control but afraid to press record
- Bitch you haven't even come up with a real name, fucking whore