Seth Sentry's Keyboard Warriors
Serial iller vs Enter The Foo Round One

ILLER VERSE ONE REF (VS FOO)

Laundry Day (Serial iller) vs Villainous Mouse (El Moodz), Round 2 of Keyboard Warriors randomized Battle Royale.

LAUNDRY DAY vs VILLAINOUS MOUSE Mixdown

IT'S JUST A MOTHERLOAD OF MOTHER JOKES AND SEMEN’S WHERE THIS FELLOW’S AT  
HE’S SEETHING OVER LEEJUN AND HIS SCHEMING WHEN HE DEMOED THAT 
A SHITTY LITTLE TEXTER BETTER STICKING TO THE STENO PAD 
AIN’T RAPPING YOU’RE JUST CAPPIING AS YOU’RE YAPPING AT A MEMO APP  
 
AN OLD GIT TRIPPING IN THE GRIP OF HIS MENOPAUSE 
LONELY COZ WE CAUSE YA DOPER HOMIES AND MEN A PAUSE 
RACKING THE VEPYRS AND GET DISPENSING THE METAL RAW  
YOU’LL SEE THE GATS FLASHING LIKE WE’RE TALKING IN SEMAPHORE 
 
WE’RE BRINGING RUCKUS, WE’RE SOME PUNKS AND DISORDERLY 
YOU’RE SITTING IN A NURSING HOME AND RAPPING AT THE ORDERLIES 
A SALTY LITTLE PEST REMINISCENT OF A WATER FLEA 
AND YOU DON’T GOTTA LOTTA STOCK TO BANK ON YOUR QUARTERLIES 
 
AS SOLOISTS OR POSSE, FLOWS ERODING YOUR SHORES 
YOU’RE JUST A TODDLER POPPING OFF AT YOUR EMOTIONAL CORE 
YOU WANT EVERYTHING WE’VE GOT LIKE IT’S A SOCIALIST CAUSE 
INSTEAD OF KNOCKING FOR ATTENTION YOU SHOULD OPEN A DAW

COFFIN LODGER Mixdown

Round Three of Seth Sentry's Keyboard Warriors Battle Royale (Season Two)

Sacred Squirrel (iller) vs Bouncy Cash (Mr Explody)

iller vs Dylmazz, Quarter Finals of Keyboard Warriors Battle Royale

Iller Vs Dylmazz (Tourny) Final Edit

Cammie Kaze wanted fame, here it is.
 
YOU’RE DROPPING LOTS OF POLITICS, YOU’RE MOD, NOT A COMMISSAR 
KEEP IT ON THE BEAT AND HERE’S A TIP; IT’S WHERE THE COMMAS ARE 
LIGHT THE FUSE, FOR A FEW, GRIP A MIC, BOMBING YA 
I’M ACTUALLY ILL. YOU GOT A DOSE OF HYPOCHONDRIA  
 
LOOK, I DON’T NEED TO PANDER TO THE SWAZIS OR KARACHI 
JUST TO BEAT A B1TCH’S ARS3 LIKE I’M SPARRING IN KARATE 
THINKING YOU’RE A STANDOUT AND YOUR DRAMA FINNA HARM ME 
BUT YOU BLEND INTO THE BACKGROUND LIKE AN ARMY KID IN KHAKI 
 
YO F*CK A KAMIKAZE, I’M A HEAVYWEIGHT, A BATTLESHIP 
A FAT COW WANNA BEEF? THEN I’M REACHING FOR THE CATTLE WHIP 
THE FAT YOUR HIP IS PADDED WITH, I’M NOT THE ONE TO GRAPPLE WITH 
YOUR TRAMP STAMP’S LOOKING LIKE A BRAND WHERE A SADDLE SITS 
 
SEE KIMMY LINKED TO PICS WITH HER FACE IN A POUT 
BUT YOU GET MEASURED FOR A DRESS AND THEY START PACING IT OUT 
TAKE YOUR SH1TTY WRITTENS, START ERASING ‘EM OUT 
I’LL CATCH A D.V. ON MY C.V. IF YOU’RE CHASING THE CLOUT 
 
THINK YOU GOT THE HEART FOR BARS? I’LL RIP IT FROM YOUR FLAT CHEST 
CLAIMED THAT YOU COULD RAISE YOUR ARMS? WE’RE GONNA NEED A FACT CHECK 
EVERY TIME YOU GET UP OFF A COUCH, THAT’S A MAX PRESS 
LOOKING LIKE AN ORCA OUT OF WATER IN A BLACK DRESS 
 
B1TCH YOU GOT THE KIND OF FIGURE DINNER KINDA DRIBBLES DOWN 
IN FACT YOU GOT THE KIND OF FIGURE KIDS ARE KNOWN TO KICK AROUND 
COLLAPSING ANY MATTRESS, THEN YOU THROW A LOT OF FILLER ‘ROUND 
AND CLEARLY ALCOHOLIC, WAY YOU JUST CAN’T PUT A MILLER DOWN 
 
FULL CIRCLE LIKE YOUR FIGURE, BACK ROUND TO THE CLOUT CHASE 
YOU GOTTA MENTION PENNY OR YOU DISAPPEAR WITHOUT TRACE 
YO SWAP YOUR STAGE NAMES. GOT THE SHIT ABOUT-FACE 
JEALOUSY PROFOUND, AND IT’S FOUND ON YOUR CLOWN FACE 
 
DON’T WANNA SEE YOUR LINGERIE DISPLAYED, NOR YOUR MASSIVE HOLE 
ISN’T WHAT I’M SEEKING, YET I’M SPEAKING HERE TO CAMMIE’S SOUL 
KEEP MY NAME OUTCHA MOUTH, AND YOUR TRASH IN THE BAGGAGE HOLD 
YOU’RE CLEARLY GASSED UP, SLAP A PATCH ON YA MANIFOLD

[Beat - Action Bytes by CTNSTF / Jim Selfies]

Clout Chasin' Cammie

Lessssgooooooo Lemma

YO WE’RE THE ALPHAS THE OMEGAS AND THE SIGMAS. YOU’RE THE BITCH, BITCH 
YOUR TEAM IS DEEP IN TROUBLE IF THEY’RE TIPPING YOU TO PINCH HIT 
YOU'RE THINKING THAT Y’ALL NIPSEY, NAH, YOU’RE JUST THE LITTLE TIT TIP 
YOU COULDN’T SPIT SICKNESS AFTER LICKING CHICKS WITH CLIT ITCH 
 
YOU’RE THE TYPE AH LIGHTER WEIGHT THAT ANY HEAVYWEIGHT WILL DIS-MISS 
GET NOTED HERE AS DOPER? HOMIE, STICK IT IN YOUR WISH LIST  
CHRISTMAS, THE ONLY TIME YOU HANDLE ANY WRAPS 
GETTING MENSTRUAL WITH A PENCIL AND A SANITARY PAD 
 
I’M THE BUCK-IN-HERE, YOU’RE VICTIMS OF MY PIRACY 
BITERS POACHING WHAT I’M POSTING; CASUAL ACT OF IRONY 
WORDPLAY ON YOU NERDS ALL DAY AND MASK THE IMPROPRIETY 
SLAPPIN’ BACK AN AFRICAN, YOU’RE TRAMPLED BY THE IVORY 
 
I’M COLDER IN MY FLOWS THAN WHAT IS KNOWN OF THE JETSTREAMS  
DO TO YOU INSIDE THESE BARS WHAT GUARDS DONE DID TO EPSTEIN  
MASSACRE YOUR FAMILY MAN, I'LL HAVE YOUR DAMN PETS BEAMED 
YOU’RE LEFT LIKE DEBBIE DOING DALLAS; UNDRESSED, WITH A WET TEAM

[Beat - CTNSTF / Jim Selfies "Supr Fvnk"]

Lemma Mixdown

YOU WRITE LIKE WEARING SLIPPERS, LITTLE CAPS, AND A NIGHTSHIRT 
YOU GOT MY EYES GLAZING OVER BLAZED LIKE A NIGHT CLERK 
I’M DROPPING STOOPID NUKES ON THIS PUKE WITH A SLIGHT SMIRK 
YOUR SHADOW BURNED ON THE WALL FOREVER THAT’S SOME LIGHT WORK 
 
YOU’RE SAYING NOTHING YOU’RE JUST CUSSING LIKE A HOMIE GOT TOURETTES  
YOU'D THINK THIS WEASEL’S GOT THE MEASLES WAY WE GOT HIM DOTTED RED 
YOU'RE GETTING R4PED ON THE PAGES BUT YOU’RE LONELY IN YOUR BED 
YOU’RE AGITATING FOR DECAPITATION LIKE YOU WANT SOME HEAD 
 
IT'S LIKE YOU’VE EATEN ALL THE PAINT CHIPS SPEAKING ‘BOUT YOUR SPACESHIP 
YOU’RE PALTRY WITH THE MULTIES ACTING SALTY WITH A LAME SCRIPT 
POINT THE BURNER AT YOU LIKE THE PEAK OF A FLAME’S TIP 
YOU MOVING SO SLOW YOU’D NEED A WEEK TO TAKE A DAYTRIP 
 
YOU SAY YOU THROWING PEOPLE OVERBOARD? BITCH, I’M YOUR OVERLORD 
I’M CLEANER IN THE SCHEMES YOU’RE LOOKING GREENER THAN A CLOVER SWARD 
DROPPING NO PHORS IN YOUR HORRORCORE WON’T BE WINNING POE AWARDS 
GOATS ARE RIPPING OUT YOUR THROAT, A BRO DON’T NEED HIS VOCAL CORDS 
 
A LIVE WIRE, RAISE THE VOLTAGE AND YOU DIE 
ROUNDS LIKE A MAZDA WITH THE ROTOR MOTOR DRIVE 
GOT THE TOOLS IN A LEATHER BAG, THE SHOULDER HOLSTER NINES 
YO YOU COULDN’T RAISE ARMS ON A ROLLERCOASTER RIDE 
 
YOU SAY YOU GOT THE SAUCE? YOU’RE IN THE KITCHEN LIKE A PROPER BITCH  
I’M POPPING CLIPS OFTEN, WHAT I DROP HAS GOT THE COPPER TIPS 
I’M NAILING DOWN THE LID AFTER MAKING SURE YOUR COFFIN FITS 
EVEN AS YOU’RE KNOCKING ON THE LID AND HAVING COUGHING FITS

[Beat; CTNSTF / Jim Selfies "Jvnk"]

LEMMA II

Back n forth disses with Lemma, Round III

WHY YOU TALKING ‘BOUT A LONG ROPE? I WOULDN’T MENTION LYNCH MOBS 
ALL MY HOMIES KNOWING HOW TO TIE A PROPER CLINCH KNOT 
YOU’RE HIT N MISS. IT HAPPENS WHEN YOU TRY TO STICK IT IN SOFT 
THIS JOT, HIT A PU$$Y HARDER THAN YOUR INCH ROD 
 
I GOT THE WORDPLAYS YOU NERDS GOTTA GROPE FOR 
WHY’D YOU MENTION DRUDES? DUDE? INVENT YOUR OWN FOLKLORE 
YOU’RE GREEN, WITH A WHITE FLAG. STRANGE YOU’D PROVOKE WAR 
YOU GO AGAINST THE GRAIN I’LL HAVE YOUR BRAINS ON AN OAK FLOOR 
 
FLIP A TRAGIC BITCH, TALK ABOUT THE MAGNUM TIP 
WE KNOW IF HOMIE TRIES TO CARRY HE’S ONLY GONNA FRACTURE HIPS 
I’LL BLAST THE CLIP UPON THESE LITTLE PLUCKY ACTRESSES 
HAVE THEM CSI’S WONDERING WHERE THE MOTHERF*CKING FRAGMENTS IS 
 
DELIVER KILLS THROUGH THE MAINFRAME, LIKE MAINFREIGHT, SAME DAY 
SO MUCH LEAD UP IN YOUR HEAD AND CHEST YOU WOULDA GAINED WEIGHT 
HIGHER FPS AND I AIN’T TALKING ‘BOUT THE FRAME RATE 
RED DRIPPING DOWN YOUR HEAD LIKE LEMMA LEAVING SHAMEFACED  
 
I MISSED YOUR WORDPLAY? YOUR WORDPLAY WAS SCRABBLE TIER 
I’VE SEEN SOME WHACK RAPPERS, YOU’RE THE WORST THAT’S EVER BATTLED HERE 
I’M DROPPING PROPER ON YA, ALWAYS DROPPING CAVALIER 
MY LIGHT WORK GOING OVER HEADS HERE LIKE A CHANDELIER 
 
I’M A PRIMITIVE, HIT YOU WITH A WAR CLUB 
LIVESTREAM A GUY’S SCREAMS WIDESCREEN; MORE SUBS 
GO AND SLIT YOUR WRISTS SITTING IN A WARM TUB 
ONLY KNUCKLE SHUFFLE THAT YOU’RE DOING’S DONE TO PORNHUB

Lemma III

Wordplay battle vs Lemma Gilbert.
Lemma; Five bars text, max 80 words per bar.
Iller; Three minutes audio.

Beat; “Hallucinate”, produced by ILL Fortune, check him out on https://youtube.com/TheRealBloodShot 
 
YOUR “TEXT-STRETCHED” LIKE SIGNS ON THE SIDE OF A LIMOUSINE.  
MY “TECHS-RETCH”? NINES FLY AT NIGHT ON THE KILLER BEAMS. 
“SCISSORS ‘N’ A MIRROR TRIMMING BUD” WITH MY PHILISTINES;  
IT’S MOTHERFUCKERS “CUTTING HEADS ON GROWN SHIT”. “GIL A TEEN”. 
 
ILLER’S SCENE? THIS THE “ILLOCENE, PERIOD”. 
BUDDY, I'MA “BLOODY UP YOUR PAD” LIKE A PERIOD  
“BRAZEN”... HAVE HIM BRAISED-IN THE SKILLET QUICK 
“PREY’S IN”. HOMIES PRAISE-HIM, BUT HIS SKILL?  IT QUIT 
 
“IT’S AMAZIN”... ANOTHER MAZE, IN A LABYRINTH, 
A LAB RAT TRAPPED IN “ELABORATE ARRANGEMENTS”. 
“A WORM WOULD TWIST” LIKE THE FLAVOURS IN ABSINTHE, 
ANY TIME I “SCRIPT-YA” A PLAGUE OUTTA NAZARETH. 
 
DEAR, BITCH. HERE’S A NEAR MISS; “WHIZZED-EM LIKE THE ANCIENTS”. 
“CAL AH CUT” AH “SPRAY ON YOUR WALLS” BUT IT AIN’T “CHINTZ”.  
LEAVE “PRINTS ON A PUSSY” LIKE A CALICO. “PAWS”. 
SINCE YOU’RE “TEX’IN” I MIGHT LET YOU HOLD THE “L A MO’” MORE. 
 
“CALL IT JUST BEFORE IT GO DOWN”, THAT’S “PREDICTION” (GEDDIT?) 
“I’M THE MOTHERFUCK DONE DID IT”, THAT’S “INLFICTION” (GEDDIT YET?) 
“SADOMASOCHISTIC KID,” “INTERDICTION” (YET?) 
IT’S “GROIN KICKS” IN YOUR LOIN, ILLER WITH THE “DICK/SHIN” (NOW YA GEDDIT) 
 
PRINCE OF THE PENCILS, ILLER PENDRAGON 
MY PRINTS ON THE PEN-SKILLS. LEMMER’S PEN DRAGGIN’ 
“VICHY”... LITTLE SLIP AH “FRENCH FASH IN” 
JUST TO “PETAIN TO THE GAULLE” OF TEXT CAPPIN’ 
 
YEAH THERE’S SOME TRUTH THAT I’M NOT “DUE-ISH” (I GOT A DICK WITH A FLESH HAT), 
BUT IF YOU HAVEN’T SHIT FOR A BIT, I RECOMMEND THAT 
YOU GET AN ILL ‘SCRIPT. I'M THE DOCTOR TO PEN THAT. 
THEN BETTER STEP BACK, GET THE SHITS CAUSE AH “LEM-LAX” 
 
YO IF HE VOMIT AT A MONARCH THEN A KID IS GETTING “KING HIT” 
I’M NOT A SCOTS BUT I’LL “POP A SHOT”; “KILT IT” 
PARADOX; “BRING A RING” AND LEAVE HIS “BITCH JILTED” 
YOU KNOW WHAT’S “PURE GOLD”? NOT A THING “GIL-DID” 
 
YOU’RE ILL EQUIPPED TO KICK IT WITH AN ELOQUENT ILLER QUIP. 
MORE JUNK IN YOUR TRUNK THAN AN ELEPHANT, FILLER SHIT. 
I “FLOW LIKE A DRIFT” IN THIS BITCH, ILLER “FLICK A WHIP”. 
YOU BETTER “COTTON ON” BEFORE THE “MASSA’S CAR” HIT A KID. 
 
GETCHA YOUR SLATE WIPED, BY A GREAT WHITE, THAT’S THE BROAD THEME 
I’M WALKING IN THE “DAW” TO A SCORE, JAWS THEME 
A SLOW ACTING DOPE, YOU’RE A MATCH FOR THE MORPHINE 
ROLLING ON YOU SOLO THEN I’M BACK WITH SOME MORE FIENDS 
 
NO SPEECH, BUT YOU’RE PREACHY, WON'T “ALTAR” THE FACT 
I KEEP THE CHEDDAR AND THE LETTUCE BOTH COLD IN THE "WRAPS" 
I’M BEYOND THIS G’S POVERTY, I’M HOLDING THE CASH 
LIKE MEGACHURCH BLEACHERS; "FOLD IN THE STACKS" 
 
BROWSING ON THE WEB AND INSISTING IT WAS MISREAD 
TYPO ON THE INCENSE SENT HIM TO THE INCEST 
PORING OVER PORN IF HE "STACKED CACHE" IN BEDS 
SISTER-MUM-COUSIN IF THE KID WAS EVER “IN BREAD” 
 
SO A BRA CUT A BRA CUT A BRA, WITH A SHARP KNIFE 
SOON YOU’LL REFER BACK TO THIS AS YOUR PAST LIFE 
THINKING THAT I GOT THIS "SEWN UP"? "DARN" RIGHT 
BETTER THROW A BLOW WITH YOUR LEFT, ‘CAUSE YOU CAN’T WRITE  
 
YOU ’D GET THE "COLD SHOULDER" , ANY HOOKER LOOK AT YOUR COCK 
ICE ON THE MIC; ILLER "RIMED WITH A HOAR FROST" 
DUMB FUCK STEPPING TO THE ALPHA WITH THE HORNS LOCKED? 
UPPERCUT A YOUNG BUCK, “BUCK’S SHOT; SAWED OFF” 
 
YOUR SCORE ON THIS TEST IS A NOUGHT, OR IT OUGHTA BE 
YOUR TEXT WAS A MESS AND PRESENTED ILLAUDABLY 
A CUNT MUST BE DRUNK, TO COME THIS DISORDERLY  
THE REST BEST ASSESS, NEVER COME AT ILL, AUDIBLY

Lemma Wordplay Mixdown - Beat; Hallucinate, Prod. by ILL Fortune.

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