[trap.]

Battle: Wrath vs Wilson Fisk
Round: 1
Winner: Wrath
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Wrath

Verbal redestruction, Wilson visioned CRUSHED through percussion/
your conditions disintegrate to a DUSTY form of substance/
your abundance compressed to a junction and struck into COMBUSTION/
remaining functions flushed in the dungeon of my lyrical redundance
you summon- WRATH- (the God's coming) to put you out/
spitting miasmic metaphors and force them into your mouth/
your 3rd eye dwells in an unwell state of optical health/
so your using artificial rhymes out of HOSPITAL SHELVES/
and for this very reason you were VOTING FOR YOURSELF/
try to elevate your vocals outdated/ aim too high and their condensated/
low and degraded, Wilson Fisk ignoble, destined ill-fated/
golden plated on your frontal lobe "AN MC OVERRATED"/
still amazed in consternation little Willy matched my composition/
celebrated the intermission with a Barbie bubble bath limited edition/
battle me on stage, and behold this/ unloaded manifested internal rage exploded/
with a lyrical visual so ill JERRY SPRINGER WOULDN'T SHOW IT/


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Wilson Fisk


Nigga, I beat you once, and I'll beat you twice,
steppin' up to me you'll pay the ultimate price,
I'm too nice, precise, watch me slice your mic device,
you ain't a real man, your feminine like the spice,
girls, when rhymin, I drop jewels and pearls,
WRATH, you corny nigga, come suck my hairy pubic curls,
fuckin faggot, the truth, I'ma drag it out your throat,
your like a politician, went campaignin' for your votes,
you in a boat without no paddles, so how you gonna battle?
son I've got more metaphors than theirs headbangers in Seattle,
skedaddle, get lost, you'll take a loss to the boss,
for poppin loud shit that you know you can't enforce,
of course, Fisk represent, leave you broke up like divorce,
nickname you Mr. Ed, then make you a headless horse,
see I make offers that cannot be refused,
I'm the muthafuckin' bomb that cannot be diffused,
Wilson bruises crews, sips booze and gives the blues,
I neva' eva' lose, like the bears I'm bad news,
for amateur emcees lacking confidence and talents,
your rhymes are more corny than shoes from New Balance,
why you want a rematch? you must be a masochist,
shitted on your rhymes last time and on your style I just pissed,
you've been dissed, now your dismissed, you'll get met with a fist,
gotcha under category WACK on my little buddy list........