Battles user423474152 vs freeyc_youngche
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CHALLENGER'S RAP
- Bring that body over Bring it back I'm a big dog, tryna eat the kitty I'ma slide
- in, the way it fit, I can tell we match got her in Hollywood, I don't even act
- Come relax, let me have a little tap my phone have a lot of apps 1989 no
- pressure But to be the bestest in my section, levels of a professional Skip
- school, create my own lessons Confessions of a mad rapper, music got me
- rapping Green stretching, only leads to red stretches He's next in line, for
- the blessing that god gave me in my mind hustle all the time and never
- stopping No longer fighting through the crowd Music gotta be my way out
- Family gathered around, I gotta make em proud scream so loud im the king
- of hell ya all know me as lucifer- prince of Darkness- Beelzebub-
- Mephistopheles-Baphomet -Lord of the Flies, the Antichrist-Father of Lies,-
- Moloch-Satan.
DEFENDER'S RAP
- They scared to fight I’m a parasite, parasitic
- That’s shrinkin them to inches height, their the midgets
- My flows addictive like, extacy that I inject in thee enemy
- Gets in thee open veins I stole ya brain, infected thee best MCs
- No stopping me I do lobotomies, the savage damage detramently
- So many bars I lock MCs, arrest MCs in penetenturys
- They never get to me with weaponry, lesson be I’m monstrous
- Menacing since 17 when I met destiny, became boss of this
- The haters weakness is its ancient Egypt, I put em in a sarcophagus
- You’ve lost it kid no stoppin it I’m dominant, I’m who the prophet is
- Your the opposite I got the hottest spit, spraying the magma
- Also lava spit pay homage kid, or the bayonet stab ya
- Fuck it I pick up this musket, i have ta spray rounds
- Destroyin those kids who boyish, on the rappers playground
- Trauma stops the fakes now, its evident I’ve faced negligence
- But rap will pay out, ill count the dead presidents