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EPIC RAP BATTLE JEFF VS SLENDERMAN
EPIC RAP BATTLES OF CREEPYPASTA
JEFF THE KILLER
Here we go again
Me VS the psycho with no friends
I think we all know
how this rap battle is gonna end
You think that you can beat me
I'm like ten foot fucking three!
You're just a deformed little bitch
You get this insane killing itch
An give mouth vasectomies
You're a human
You're a mortal
Trap you in my slender portal
Killed your own brother Liu
To get to where you are now
But it will all have been for nothing
YOU WILL BOW.
About time that bitch has shut his trap
You think with raps so bad you're gonna win like that?
Sure, my knife may not be great
But where's your fucking weapon?
You're about to meet your fate
Can you at least explain why you're so late?
You got teleportation powers
So come when you're called
Just getting here took you hours
I was killing time and people
While you were off picking flowers
You don't deserve to be on YouTube
While I dominate it bitch
You're a cree
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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