Mr. Widemouth vs Ickbarr Bigelsteine

* Mr. Widemouth Ickbarr Bigelsteine WELCOME TO A SINISTER RAP BATTLE
ICKBARR BIGELSTEINE
AGAINST
MISTER WIDEMOUTH
BEGIN
Mr. Widemouth:
Getting memories of a Mister? Widemouth is going first!
You may try to parent authority, but I won't hide from your words.
Instead with my playful demeanor, you’re next to be controlled like cattle.
Who needs raps from a craft like you, when I can make this a real battle!
You’re a fighter in dark, so I'll make you see the light,
Though even your fighting skills won't help you make it through the night.
So let's play a game with the raps I seek, don't tell your parents, you'll cause a scene
Jump out the window of victory, I swear there will be a trampoline.
Ickbarr Bigelsteine:
I hope you’re ready for the nightmares I’ll be spitting from my teeth
So, FEED ME, your lack of rhythm, ‘fore you go to sleep
The sick games you play sends your friends to the above.
I lull my way into their life, so they can show me their love.
It's a wonder how you caused any sort of fatal pain,
When you got called out by someone with common sense and a brain!
You'll be kicked out of the neighborhood, with no grace to have fell from,
So come move into my woods, where I'll have a slice of hell on.
Mr. Widemouth:
Spitting sick with a fever, put you to bed rest, kid
You’ll end with mononucleosis, and to win? No diagnosis!
But by the looks of it, you’re already red in the face.
Want to see where you'll end up? Take a walk to my special place
Ickbarr Bigelsteine:
You've got a graveyard of victims? I've got a slave for my meals.
So when it comes to serving, next will be your win that I steal.
But at least you got what you deserved, for being such a liar,
When the house that you lied in got grounded from my fire
Mr. Widemouth:
I’m dissing sharp, like a knife, that I’m wielding in my hand
You’re trying to maul me with molars, so you can bite me with your stand
Ickbarr Bigelsteine:
I’m movin, and abusin, till you cry from what I've said
Then vanquish ‘terrors’ that you spit so lies are dead under the bed
Mr. Widemouth:
You call that rapping? I've seen parents with better juggling skills!
Ickbarr Bigelsteine:
You think you're reassuring when you tried to show someone your kills?
Mr. Widemouth:
I'm the only thing a child needs!
Ickbarr Bigelsteine:
I'm a protector of their dreams!
Both:
You’re a rejected furby who had fell into disesteem!
WHO MURDERED THE MIC?
COMMENT THE WAIVER BELOW
RETURN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL
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SINISTER RAP BATTLE