Battles  KillersNoMercyx vs MC-Backwards-R

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CHALLENGER'S RAP

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  • Whispers (Yooo you dead yet)
  • (beat starts)
  • (Start singing at 10 seconds)
  • Ey How we Holdin up, Nicotine, Heroin have you been woken
  • (scrrr) what did you say uhhh a vintage ford, nahh to rusty, wont work
  • need an extension cord. Aint gonna bring me downn, try to hard
  • bring you a upside frown dont worry bring that frown upside down
  • get a cheeseburger fries, take you this long to realize that we 'Bout 9:05,
  • Yo MC how we been man, your running out of time, gimme an explosion.
  • (Explosion) Opps landmine break yo back, need a new spine, they're
  • coming to your rhymes, yeah its your time to shine September 2nd, 2009
  • yeah Im bringing all the facts, get your fact book checked, opps well its
  • your chance to deflect, interest omg he's so fresh
  •  
  • It's already taken you 7 fights, It'll take me 1 or 2, yeah and what you say
  • I don't Wanna Be Me well that's a bit harsh, Light you up, Light out, like a
  • cigar. you said can't have ammo against me, Well son im burying you
  • with ammo see your own shadow ya hoe you know im the pro I say
  • BANG BANG you say CLANG CLANG. Thin as a lead pipe.
  • you said " How the fuck does that work" yeah ima make yo dick work
  • I dont need no binoculars, yeah what did we say again, MC you're
  • cooked pal, like an Australian Barbeque, put the sausages on the grill
  • while I put you on the charts bro that must hurt, are you sure your not kurt.
  • wait you say strokes himself like 'Damn JayJay, lemme see how you slurp
  • sorry bro thats not how it works.
  •  
  • yeah you made X'ED OUT, your walking backwars mr MC-Backwards-R
  • btw whats R about you, your just a fucking prick, ticks off of my side
  • yeah have you realized that its 'Bout 9:05, ya call yourself MCBR
  • Mouthy Coaky brand retardedness
  • seriously MC. Keep my sisters name out yo fuckin mouth, look at your
  • eyebrows, there as white as the clouds going by the hour, to Akira Tazawa.
  • MC yeah Unknown P Ey you could be Five foot Three, yeah ey Mr Crackpot
  • flipflop Knick Knock... Yeah we all seen Kendrick Lamar vs Drake..
  • Or Eminem Vs MGK.. Is this one of those situations MC
  • I hope not, Accauly I hope so, your rhymes are to slow. what time is it..
  • 'Bout 9:05, yeah 9:05, bring the heat right to the time yeah say goodnight
  • yeah say goodnight MC - Backwards, yeah you know your trying to hard
  • Yeah we got the LGBTQIA I respect em all, I aint care, just aint tell me what
  • to do. MC-Backwards-R, listen up, I’m about to show you the truth
  • Your rhymes lack substance, man, you’re just a poser, pretending
  • When you rap, it’s like the audience fades, you’re the reason they walk away.
  •  
  • it’s the cure for insomnia, boring beyond belief,
  • Your beats are outdated, like ancient relics, stuck in the past, causing so much
  • You call yourself a king, but your crown’s made of paper, flimsy and about too
  • I’m the real deal, pure gold, and I’m the one that’s taking over, everywhere.
  • You’re stepping to me? That’s a mistake, a joke, a punchline that’s already been
  • I’ll roast you so hard, your career will vanish, turn into nothing, out in the cold.
  • You’re like a cheap knock-off, while I’m the original, authentic, the one they desire,
  • In this rap game, you’re just a fading ember, while I’m the raging fire.
  • Your lyrics are a puzzle, pieces missing, no meaning, no direction, no end in sight,
  • While my words cut deep, leaving marks, scars that last, memories that ignite.
  • You try to act tough, but it’s all just a front, a mask that’s paper-thin,
  • I’m the true rap god, reigning supreme, while you’re nothing, not even a win.
  • Step back, MC-Backwards-R, you’re out of your depth, drowning in your own weak
  • Your rhymes are like a minor headache, annoying, but nothing more, just so-so.
  • You thought you could compete, but you’re far from my league, not even close,
  • I’m the future of rap, you’re the past, a forgotten name, a ghost.
  • MC-Backwards - R lets see who wins
  • you're cooked pal, Cause I love you, so fuck you
  • KillersMercifier Out
  • X Factor Out
  • Piss Off Yall, hahaha

DEFENDER'S RAP

  • I got a fake beard today, that piece of shit came right off,
  • But I still stuff sharp shanks in-between my knuckle balls,
  • so I could boogeyman-handle this kids in the fucking halls,
  • And beat these yo-ho-hoes, make it snow, and call it 'Santa Claws'.
  •  
  • Because there's always a chance that when I make a joke
  • I might just take it all too far and bend the knee, become devout
  • 'Cause y'all are praying on my downfall like I am the pope,
  • I drop a couple Russians on the map, we making bodies float,
  •  
  • And while your there, i think its fair you invest in some better slacks,
  • Cause I got the whole world in my pocket, and you still fall on your ass.
  •  
  • And hey, maybe that was in poor taste,
  • Cause that shit got me wanted in four states.
  • and i'm getting hit with fruit. I got four dates,
  • But they ain't women cause' I got deformed traits,
  •  
  • And i'm praying to god 'cause the blood flow,
  • is making me dizzy I got an erection,
  • it's forty-five inches man, where does the blood go?!
  • I know you said you'd make my dick work, but fuck bro,
  •  
  • I got some nasty side effects from chewing on uranium,
  • I got pieces falling out my mind, missing in my cranium,
  • goin' off in all directions like horns on a stadium,
  • My raps ain't got the substance because you all can't fuckin' stomach them,
  •  
  • X, your on the sixty-four, your raps still flat as poster-board,
  • Go back to the play-station on the couch with your poster girls,
  • While your jackin' off your Sparrow, and clutching your fuckin' pearls,
  • The sails on your ship broke, so get the oars, it's time to stroke some more,
  •  
  • Only reason you're the future is your ass is still developing,
  • All these bars you hide behind are juvenile sentencing,
  • I'm lazy so insert a line here about some awful demented thing,
  • Make you take a flight like a bunch of stairs, you cannot step to me,
  •  
  • So why pick at lines?
  • X, truly, you are only bright
  • in the same way that cocaine is white,
  • the barrels loaded, surely bro will have an open mind,
  •  
  • The only lead you shoot is pencils,
  • so I'll take this bitch to the infirmary,
  • Suburban kid with no potential,
  • Rigor mortis got him in firm belief,
  • that he's a god of the gangster scene,
  • Spread your cheeks for G-P-T,
  • but he can bow like an archer, see,
  • Cause a middle class teacher ain't testing me,
  •  
  • Told me to lay off your sisters name, yeah, no problem, i'll back off,
  • But i'll ask for you to stop giving her dome, so I can cap off.

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