Battles The_115 vs The-real-lyriclegenius
RULES
testing a worplay of one of my prototype rap lyrics
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Airheads crackheads crack their heads,
- Bash-it agains't a wall at the mall,
- T'ill they gets baldheads,
- T'ill they become brain-dead,
- T'ill the walls gets brick-red,
- Eating ice like a cracker-barrel,
- T'ill they drops-dead like flies at their deathbeds,
- T'ill they rest-there then they lies there then they dies there didli-lido.
- (Diddy'is weird tho my ass ain't gettin near Diddy's dildos and that baby-oil tho to yo,
- Get-off me Puffy you ain't gone puff-me from the puff-stick nor I ain't gone puff-he you ain't gettin nothin from-me bitch you're phony,
- Look at yourself you're clowny,
- Read a book yourself you drousy,
- Book a flight far-away over-sea you lousy,
- Atata Batata that's how your shitty excuses sounds like,
- Ratata Ratata that's how your shitty carrier is gonna end like,
- I'd prefer to stick to the smelly-stinky than to sniff that fuzzy-Tucci you offer at your Diddy's partys,
DEFENDER'S RAP
- Yo, Airheads and Crackheads, you think you’re so fly,
- Bashin' your heads while the real ones get by.
- Claimin’ you’re tough, but you’re just a façade,
- Lost in your hype like a wannabe god.
- Brain-dead dreams, man, you’re stuck in a haze,
- While I’m building my empire, you’re just lost in a maze.
- Walls painted red, but it’s just your disgrace,
- You’re a joke in this game, can’t keep up the pace.
- Eating ice like you’re cool, but you’re melting away,
- Droppin’ like flies, can’t survive another day.
- Talkin’ ‘bout Diddy? Bro, you need to chill,
- You’re chasing his shadow while I’m climbing the hill.
- Get off my back, I ain’t playin’ your games,
- You’re lost in the smoke, just a player with no aims.
- Read a book, man, expand that dull mind,
- While you’re out here frontin’, I’m the one they’ll find.
- Flight over the sea? You can’t even take off,
- Stuck in your bubble, while I’m here to scoff.
- Atata Batata, your rhymes are a mess,
- Ratata Ratata, this ain’t no contest.
- You’re sniffin’ that drama, but I’m keepin’ it real,
- I’ll stick to the grind, got the heart and the steel.
- While you’re lost at the party, just a faded reflection,
- I’m here to disrupt with my lyrical perfection.