[Round 2] Bombsaway707 VS. Balls Out

[Evelyn]

This is the second round of the Text Portion of the Rap tournament!


Rules;

200 Characters Minimum

800 Characters Maximum

Three "Rounds / Turns" Per person - Unless You Give Up

48 Hours to Respond Or "Check-In"

Lyrics must be Original, Any Plagiarism will disqualify you.



Judging Will Start after The "Three Rounds" have been completed, There will be a form to fill out.


Bombsaway707 Begins.

Good Luck!

[Bombsaway707]

Alright son lemme tell it to you straight
Ill be 10 miles ahead, you still sittin in the starting gate
This rap game comes easy to me no doubt about that
and im not even wearin baggy pants or a backwards hat
even though my skin color may be white
in this rappin game i shine real bright
my words will leave you baffled
your competition to me is just a hassel
i plan to go on to win this tourney
you should go back to play with burt n ernie
cuz you belong on sesame street
your skills are anything but elite
so take some advice from a seasoned pro
to win a rap battle you don't need no damn fro
alls you need is some nice rhymes inside your brain
and a hate for your competition like abel n cain
so you can bail out now and save yourself the shame
before the joke of 2011 becomes your lame ass name

[Balls Out]

Welcome, to the end of your rap career Mr. Bombsaway
By the time we finished, I’ll have you calling mayday
Shall we begin? Alright here it goes
When will it stop nobody knows
Wait, hold up, rewind
Lemme infiltrate your mind
Spinning my webs, like a lyricalist weaver
Ya I’m ill, but don’t got no fever
Numb to the world, I don’t feel
Your a feast, happy meal
The world spittin out whack MCs
The days of rap are lookin bleak
Time to do what I gotta do and kill off the weak
And this spit got you cut so deep
But I’m laughing while I watch you bleed
Cause you’ve been smoked, like weed

[Bombsaway707]

Checkin in, ill post back tomorrow... too tired to think tonight

[Balls Out]

Haha alright bro, see you tomorrow.

[[MPGH]iverson954360]

This is fucking stupid.

[Bombsaway707]

Son you've stepped into my home turf, domain
Dont try and run now your efforts would only be vain
This rappin shit is just a game to me
the end of your lyrical life is what the fortune teller forsee
i know you all be thinking man hes white
but when you hear me spit you all be real contrite
people tend to laugh when i tell them i can rap
but when they hear my rhymes their mouths get stuck like tree sap
and even though my metaphors may blow your mind
dont forget to check the rhyme scheme its worth a nice dime
so thats what im layin down against your rap son
and how many issues did i have? oh yeah. NONE
i wouldn't be surprised if you began to suffer a lyrical drought
your self esteem crumbles and your brain you begin to doubt

[Balls Out]

I don't need no home field advantage
Just a mic, stage and I'll manage
Taste the fear in my oppenets heart
All lights on me, that's when I start
Spittin these lyrics with uncanny flow
Lost in the music I let go
I release the beasts, that I've kept caged
Tearing up this motherfuckin stage
Tremendous pressure, when I thrive
After I finish, you'll be lucky to be alive
This is more than a game, this is my moment
Time to show what I got, and go with it

[Bombsaway707]

Im sorry to tell you this but your words just cant compare
My rhymes are like a dagger and into your flesh they will tear
in this battle ill come out the champion easily
crush your hopes and dreams without leniency
your competition is nothin but bump in the road
your very self esteem i will attempt to corrode
best to just bail out now while you still have your dignity
before i bash in your brain like im playin on timpani
my foot on your chest is how this battle will finish
just battling against me caused your rep to diminish
upper cut, jaw jab, kidney punch, kick
seein you after im through is enough to make anyone sick
so thats what im spittin, i see you quakin in your shoes
you look a little scared, your face be quite chartreuse
i crushed you like emperor mao, bombsaway707 be out, ciao

[Balls Out]

Dealing with family issues atm, will have my spit tomorrow.

[Ed]

Aww hell Yeah this shit is going down

[Evelyn]

Poll added. voting closes in 5 days from now.

Balls Out did not reply over the time limit (2 days) therefore we moved onto voting - We did not cancel the match entirely because he did state he is having issues.

Form if you want to help or provide a reason ;

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[Balls Out]

Hey, I'm really sorry I couldn't get to the last rap. If you want me to do it now, I could. My grandfather is dealthy ill, so I had to drive down to FL (10 hours+) and I've been at the assisted living home throughout the past week.

[Evelyn]

If you would like it's fine but you don't have to That's why I opened a poll instead of kicking you out , you have life to deal with.

[Balls Out]

Well, I'm extremely busy right now, so if it's not needed, I'll pass. Sorry for the inconvenience. Good luck Bombs.