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Timothy Brindle
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The Battle
Because of me the creation groans I've taken the throne Humans are a race of drones Slaves that I own I've caused the fall of two races Angels and humans- to mangle's my blueprint You all have blue faces I take a breath- you can't withstand The strength of my swift hand And quicksand- death is my hit man And history is coming out the pages Through out the ages I left y'all pouting in cages Who can doubt my wages? The basics- we know well People fell If I did not exist- there would be no hell No jail or prison Large scale division Stale religion Sales of ism Wailing Christians Disease, gossip, homicide, evil policies Deceit, malice, folly, pride- breed idolatry Homosexuality, sexual immorality Impurity, rivalry, sorcery, sensuality And that's just a small list I caused all this The moral is there�s no morals- I make you live lawless I�m stronger than the devil Legions of steaming screaming demons don�t even belong on my level Ruin the test I keep you under stress Non can rest Without me the wrath of God is left unexpressed I methodize my madness Yet you frequently indecently sleep on me- recognize my status! /
�Christian�: The word of God be my machete You talk a whole lot of smack for be defeated already Think you got maneuvers? You already lost at the cross and I don�t talk to losers You lost when your cost was paid Since Christ rose and walked away- I am not your slave Unlike unbelievers- I�m a lot different I�m empowered by the Spirit who�s omnipotent So any hour you�ll be through You're stronger than Satan, but the Spirit's more powerful than you Cause Christ is in me- Jesus son It's like you're fighting a rocket launcher with a BB gun Forget heat I'm a scripture packer So I fight with nuclear bombs you're a whipper-snapper The servants of that- are murder and death I'm a Christian who's into killing the works of the flesh Call it killing for a righteous cause You don't reign on my body dawg Christ is boss Think I'm nice and soft like a cloth? But if you near make my hand sin- I'll slice it off To hack and sever nerves You're infinitely disgusting for lack of better words Worse than backwash of sasquatch You're uglier than Jason Voorhees with his mask off/
Round 2:
I was sin's slave as a child But now that I'm saved it's like there's tape on his mouth Your lust is raunchy You stink like musty laundry Christ took my guilt so you got nothing on me Sin it's you who I despise and loathe More than a slimy toad or a grimy mold Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My eyes behold how you're a giant load Of something I'd find inside my commode/
Appreciate the compliment- thank you kindly You claim to hate me rightly Yet you date me nightly Rookie you're my slave If I stink I guess I smell like your corpse after I pushed you in your grave Why you wanna grab mics? When you lack might Oh that's right By the way where were you last night? Got to hand it to you brother You actually battling me- I got other Christian mc's battling each other/
Round 2 Bonus:
�Christian�: Sin stop it with the lies Where was I last night? � I was in the Spirit plotting your demise With a tougher nature I'm a suffocate you Plus I hate you You¡re nothing since the Father crushed the Savior Took me in my tombstone But that¡s a favor to me because I¡ll be in heaven- my true home! You plan to tempt me But your scam is empty Because even if I do fall you can¡t condemn MeEeEeEeE/
That's real and true But what are you willing to do? Because if you ain't killing me- then I must be killing you And that's apparent clown The other day this guy was sinning in the very shorts that he's wearing now I'm closer to you than black people and melanin I crush you like the bones you find in gelatin So you can yell and grin Just tell them when you fell again Sin fella indwelling tim like a skeleton/
Round 3:
The funny thing about this battle is even if you win I¡ll make you get prideful and lead you into sin- again The statements you make are paper thin I¡m greater than- even your Great Awakening Your quick with the chatter I¡m tickled with laughter The church is slipping faster I¡m crippling pastors Because I¡m sin I slay rivals You¡ll defeat me after the Clippers win an NBA title/
Sin your pathetic dude I'm having trouble hearing what you say- oh! Because I'm dead to you So I don't have to listen all that trash your spitting Because I know all your tricks like you're bad magician The joy you give is a fake dud After tasting Christ you don't satisfy my taste buds So please would you break out Because I'm not hungry for you like vegans in a steak house This liar is easy to beat I'm way more attracted to Christ- you're no longer pleasing to me You're trife and ugly But Christ is lovely Not to mention His righteous life covers me This scum should beat it Fighting me is like fighting Christ- who's undefeated You're still talking but you're dead Bring the word of God- my sword- off with your head! /
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