Board 8 RAP BATTLE: tha LEAGUE 3 Playoffs

The Playoffs of the Board 8 RAP BATTLE: tha LEAGUE 3 Tournament.

Battle 1: Digi vs. Mer
~The Score~

Digi: 5

Mer: 4

~The Raps~

Digi

Keepin’ you all guessing while the bomb squad investigates the topic They’ve got my microphone for testing because they know how hard I rock it I rap at high altitude and my lines are hot from friction, scary Don’t try and out-me-dude, I’m straight up here, my diction’s airy Like that game with the circle jerk and the biscuit, I’ll make you eat my nut bread Your raps rival that of Steve Urkel work, like Beavis I get nothing but-head.

Mer you got ri-dick-ulous uptake upstate, how many dicks can your butt take Suckin’ so me-tick-ulous first-rate, feels great, but I ain’t gay, cut bait I got my heat out now, and I’m pump with you with lead ‘til ya tensile My raps are on beat now, this lead it brings new meaning to ‘ya dick is a pencil’ My lines are juice-y like I shot ‘em up with a creatine gasket Don’t need you-see, cause I get more head than a guillotine basket

Mer

Think you can flow but you spit post-menopause, Nothing sick here, Red Cross is a better cause, better bars, watch me give 'em out like rent-a-cars, while you get ****ed in front of everyone like Jenna does, I don't try, it comes natural like henna does, Shootin' off power like Electabuzz. Man I run this ****, the RAP BATTLE Tom Nook, I destroy any ***** givin' me the wrong look, You're undercooked, "Suck a dick, yo, you can't get married!" I make a Digi sandwich but don't call me Barry, Covered in blood while I feast like Carrie, See my picture next to "Beast" in your dictionary.

Digi

Was that rap supposed to be heavy, Mer? It was light like illumination All I heard was rappin’ mastur******, showin’ premature ejactulation You’re a paling assailant failing irrelevant suckin’ down inhalent Derailing the male scent, railing the pale gent when ya get bent

It’s clear you pre-wrote, I thought this was freestyle, bruh With every key-stroke, I keep goin’ to revile yuh Stealing lines from other users, your originality is microscopic I’m dealing rhymes to other losers, I’m flexin’ venality in this topic

Standing over you don’t mean you understand me, take a breather But me landing under you don’t mean you overhand me, either Your raps are spoofed, jacked-waste fool, can’t break your habit You dun goofed, I back-traced you and sent the tape to Bob Saget

Mer

Think I pre-write my ****? That's a testament to quality, Rhymin' sodomy, pity you'd every think you're hot as me, Follow me, I'll teach you like Bill Nye teach biology, You bottom-feed, I'll stomp your ass with no apologies, Your raps are too wordy, I'm bored before the next line, Keep it under 300 syllables next time, With lyrical agility, think my mouth is from Kenya You rap like you're freestyling over Enya, My lines are all mine, not a single one bit, I'm like a Mormon, I don't jack anyone's ****, Like Chris, I run it, there are many unfit, and you're Rihanna, I shut your ass up with one hit.

Battle 1: Digi vs. Mer
~The Score~

Digi: 5

Mer: 4

~The Raps~

Battle 1: Digi vs. Mer
~The Score~

Digi: 5

Mer: 4

~The Raps~

Battle 1: Digi vs. Mer
~The Score~

Digi: 5

Mer: 4

~The Raps~