Battles GK-TRILL vs Eastside_Ghost
RULES
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- I’m back for blood/ I’m back out the mud
- My Back against the wall/ I’m back for a brawl
- My Back never touched the ground/ I’m hustling pounds
- 3D printed ghost guns with the custom rounds.
- The bottom of the iceberg is where I can be found
- Trill stay Underground/ like a Fallout Vault.
- I’m more dangerous than a African mining cobalt.
- My Faith prevents me from being turned into salt.
- I stared at the eclipse and couldn’t see shit.
- My dad used to drive an eclipse/ when he moved bricks.
- Im on top like a solar panel/ fire like a Roman Candle
- Roaming preaching the word in a pair of golden sandals
- Gripping the chalice handle/ while I deliver the manual.
- I’m cocking Glocks/ while you just a cocker spaniel
- My guns taller than Kai and wider than Fanum.
- Fuck a Kia boy I rather drive a phantom
- I rather drive a knife into the heart of a random.
- In this battle/ Army fatigues and dog tags around my neck
- Im willing ready to die for my respect: due to neglect.
- Don’t be confused them other dudes not really the best.
- He just wants the doctor to build him some breast.
- I’m playing chess with a dumb ass checker player
- Steaming like a bad radiator/ to go radioactive
- Radio silent white noise I’m providing action
- Slipping with traction/ leading my own faction.
- The God King straight from Damascus no asterisk
- Dropping like an asteroid/ your getting a closed casket.
- Posed in a kneeling position/ forever frozen in ashes
- My throne is rusty/ but the trigger still works
- I’m still willing to go Beserk on any random jerk.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Rob these punks like refrigerators, they giving me easy ice
- Fuck these imitators, copy whatever in their Dvd drive
- These motherfuckers speaking out of they necks
- You been paying for pro cause you can't get flow, you can't be a threat
- Have you apologizing like Cole did, ain't that your idol
- You were doing fanboy verses on his tracks, so stay mindful
- You will never make to the Ville if you keep rapping like you need blue pills
- Fuck the batman shit, I'm coming for the kill
- And still I got to mention how you repping the fanmade drake song
- I know you're the type that was looking at them leaks a little too long
- What happened to "The End (GK Final Goodbye)"
- We were so happy to be rid of you my guy
- So sayonara, you better not be round here this time tomorrow
- Or I'll have to rifle you down you fucking capybara
- Gluk-gluk trill, making no bills
- So insecure he gotta explain all his bars still
- If you weren't losing all your sports bets, you could afford skill
- But you stayed loser from birth to grave, so you lost your will
- I suggest you change your diet before having beef with me
- Get on the cardio real quick before I grift your jesus piece
- The only Heath Ledger you are is brokeback mountain
- But that stays between you and whoever's dick you're mounting
- Imma send Trill's organs to every landfill, Maine to Oregon
- Puppet accounts aside, lemme take you to the origin
- Not my fault your lyrics make your girl stay dryer than Popeye biscuits
- So go head and kick it, cause since i'm legit my opps are the opposite
- Put my foot on the gas, travel the whole atlas to call you fatass
- You couldn't toss a salad if you wanted to at that mass
- You have to take your profile pic of a real gangster from the 80's (that's real)
- Cause you ain't never had money, you ain't never had ladies
- West side pride resides in all your rapping
- But the guy in your still is florida jacksonville, what the fuck happened?
- I should have known dealing with phonies I could anticipate cappin
- But damn brother make it harder to catch your ass lacking
- Bring a man a gun, and he'll hold up and pop shells
- Bring a trill a gun, and he'll hold it to himself
- Lame motherfucker didn't need help to discredit his wealth
- What you gonna write about now, bitches that you don't get I'm sure as hell
- You ain't gotta lie, mr no chains you don't gotta be no brains
- And instead of getting mad at me and bursting veins
- How about you figure yourself out because clearly writing aint your game
- Back to Henry Manns sr. the man you cosplay as
- Turns out he turned rat so I guess you wouldn't be far off
- Time for the trill fall off, call off your knockoff before you get the molotov
- Fuck the posing jack off of the pack now break a pound down
- Better strap, For if I catch you near, pop it around south
- Pepe le pew, chasing puss, pushy bitch no wonder you don't get no bounce
- Putting tracks like backpack, carry slack soI'm taking crowns now