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My 1st round:

I know we just met and you seem like you're cool but there's a whole bunch of s**t that I don't know about you. Now I don't care about your race, what kind of car you drive, or how much you make.

I don't need to know if you're gay or straight, skinny stick thin, or extremely overweight. Gender is irrelevant, as is religious preference. You might say that's insane, but the madness IS my method.

You see when my brain is lucid I can come up with new s**t have you st-st-stuttering and dropping excuses... Oh man you're clueless,  but if you're ready to do this just know that you're in trouble and to quote Michael Buffer "Let's get ready to rumble!"

Tcatza's 1st round:

you say u know nothin bout me.. I'm ghost like the holy trinity.. I'm one in three multi personality vomiting u sick like a disease.. im scribbing ur mind like graffiti. u can't see me. u say it's all irrelevant but ima jam it down ur throat like n elephant.. u can't claim insane when ima the one with 3 brains I'll stuff ur head under a train. I'm runnin this mad game u take the blame i steal the fame leanin on my gaudge like a cane walkin away with all ur pay..on ur broke knees can't even pray.. I took ur voice away.

My 2nd round:

If I ever prayed I'd burst into flames. I'm not exactly insane I just bring the pain. I bring it how I live it the violence so exquisite if you knew what's good for you you'd leave this very minute

You claim ghost like Holy Trinity that doesn't mean a thing to me because I cut the veil and walk in both planes equally you say that you took my voice and by your last verse you think that you're beating me But I'm just kicking back conserving some energy. Here's a bit of advice I'll translate what I said Tempis Fugit Momento Mori. It means time flies remember death... Hear me knocking yet scythe in hand. I'm here to finish what I started it's all part of my plan.

Tcatza's 2nd round:

don't worry u are my prey ill tip the glass flick the match watch u flame. don't trip I will leave this very minute as u burn with the evidence. no point in beatin u.. ur dead.. mouth full of charcoal matchin ur head.. you're right time did fly watchin u die. I pryed the scythe from ur barbecued hand. scrappin ur joke of a plan as i still stand.. crown me king as spread ur ash over my land.

My final round:

From the ashes I rise you can call me a Phoenix I'm going to tell you something and I really do mean this. I'll say it slow so it sinks in your head: You cannot kill what is already dead.

My bars leave corpses and I leave bloody and remorseless just imagine the damage if we actually joined forces. The world isn't ready for that yet I'll bet.

I'm like the monster hiding in your closet, don't investigate the case cause punk you'll never solve it at night I'm gunning for your throat damn my mind's distorted... Now you know the reason why they called me Morbid

Tcatza's final round:

like ya said can't kill the dead so we both can gun eachothers throats over and over never closer we both climb spittin dope rhymes so of course we should join forces the world still breathin we need it bleedin.. like the 4 horseman no mercy we're heathens.

(Each of us think that the other one is the winner... I leave it up to all of you to decide in the comments please vote for the winner by simply commenting with either Tcatza's name or my own plus feel free to give any comments or opinions about the battle as well. Thank you!)
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