Battles vs ThyMoisicalOtter
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- you know how it is
- when we chillin' on clouds
- floating above the heavens
- feeling the wind and rain
- wash all the pain away
- yeah, life is a gangster bitch, so we got absolutely nothing
- absolutely nothing to worry about
- she's a glistening peach in my eyes, i'm obsessed, i'm blinded
- i just need to stretch a little bit further, i just need to climb a little bit higher
- until i'm perched among the tallest branches with the golden nectar just within reach
- you know how it is
- when we chillin' on clouds
- floating above the heavens
- feeling the wind and rain
- wash all the pain away
- on and on
- yeah,
- we just keep on going.
- on and on, yes
- we just keep on going.
- on and on
- yeah,
- we just keep on going.
- oh yes, i'm making the eternal promise
- patiently waiting for the gift, the powerful warmth of a lover's delicate kiss
- smooth and sweet, just like her, i'ma propose and marry this beat
- let my shoulders relax, after all this fighting, night and day, every day of the week
- flow this river of poetry from my lips, never stop fighting for world peace
- unravel my trauma, all of it all
- my mind unwinds, watch it unfurl like a sapling leaf
- and float away on the tickling breeze
- on and on, biiitch
- we just keep on going (come 'ere)
- on and on, biiitch,
- we just keep on fucking going (come 'ere)
- on and on, biiitch,
- we just keep on going (come 'ere)
- we just keep on fucking going.
- yeah, the clocks stopped ticking, all of time has been forgotten
- in the ocean of infinite rhythm, while we lay here sleeping
- finally, the gods have been confounded, flummoxed, defeated
- by the prophet's imperial command of rhyme and reason.
- and they finally just sort of stopped being absolute fucking dick-bagging-hoe-ass-fuck-bags
- you know how it is
- when we chillin' on clouds
- floating above the heavens
- yeah, the sky is blu and our faces
- enlightened by the sun's golden rays
- and yeah, i don't mind being an exile
- feeling the wind and rain
- wash all the pain away
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Baby Smitty is a cannon little fannon-hating sham
- Baiting everything he can, like a wormy little dead-ass thought
- Or so he did since my clever subversion
- took him out of the version of the infinite recursion, BnL's on an incursion
- I will feed this slug to Persians. God forbid if he hid,
- then I'll make another vid. He can't win today, tommorw he'll just borrow
- maybe more Like a vengeful little spore. He feigns infection,
- lacks protection, So I'll assault him like the snow in a recon defection.
- What a slimy little fuck, run him over with a truck
- maybe shoot him with a Glock because that's the fate of a wasted little
- demon, swapping bodies, nailing hotties, in the 20th dimension