Board 8 RAP BATTLE: tha LEAGUE 3 Week 2

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

Battle 1: Rusty vs. Minipooot
~The Score~

Rusty: 2 Minipooot: 14

~The Raps~

Rusty take a word of advice poot, don’t let your raps be rushed since against the rap messiah, you’re gonna get crushed i spit out these rhymes, all my the critics get hushed you be heading for that wine so that your embarrassment gets flushed

now that i’m going you won’t match my desire poot you looked burnt out, lemme ignite you with my inner fire you ain’t equipped to face me, head back to the shire this will end up as a blowout, forcing you to retire

after this battle is over it’ll be rated r for too much gore getting your heart ripped out from being such a bore once my second verse hits, the voters will want some more cuz bitch you don’t even know what i have in store

Minipooot Well my name may be Mini but the girls call me big They marvel at my tree trunk while they laugh at your twig I spew rhymes nastier than a fat prostitute's ass You spit lyrics so 'crappy' all I smell is gas

This is the Space Jam, son, I hope you've come to play You're the Adam Morrison to my MJ I got more skills than Mershi's got gay I'm your God, bitch, get down and pray

The only thing here gettin' flushed is you After I hack up your body and rip you a new One, gonna use your organs to make me a stew You'll have the honor of becoming my poo

Rusty please let me introduce you to the life of psychedellica for as of right now your raps compare to new metallica

get slipped the acid, you don’t know what you’ve been hit with only realizing now, you have no chance in hell against the sith you phasing out against my rap lines, too bad this only be the fifth you’ve uncovered reality, losing to rusty doesn’t seem like such a myth

man there’s no reason for me to pick apart that rap cuz i’m not even willing enough to give you a dap so in my next line under, i’ll give ya’ll the recap since if i haven’t said yet, your rap got the clap

may i ask you now, how’s this experience going with your mind in the dumps, you won’t match my plateauing

Minipooot I'm reppin' some Metallica, cause I'm the only 'one' Who's master of the puppets and you're on strings, son Gimme fuel, give me fire, gonna burn you well done 'Cept I'll still be forgiven when I blast you with my gun

Listen up bitch, this is the life I chose To become the supreme master of all that flows You're like French cinema, that's how it goes Down on your knees givin' 400 blows

I'm a king among men, I'm Alexander's clone Gaze at me, peasant, as I rule upon my throne You ain't fit to be my jester, that much is known Now make like your namesake and give me a trombone