~~~GIGGS #1~~~ Giggs' reached the end of the board, as if the Contest's dead and gone Crown me immediately, lord, because Seg's conquest will stay pawned 'Cos I ain't talkin' 'bout my hard drive when I say I hold my tek straight Make the humiliated lose the game, can't block the four line checkmate I'll reconciliate your username, leave Seg defamed as John Doe And if they say that I'm a Mad Man, well then welcome to the Don show I'll leave you bossed, got another wife spread easy like a butter knife You Lost, brother, down a pipe; I'll see you in another life Reassemble farm convention; b****, I'm Wee-Bey when I aim at pigs Spot a rapper sportin' hands and a face? See, they ain't met Giggs I'm Ruthless, just like I went and orphaned the Fisher clan Seg left Six Feet Under, soul ascending higher than a swisha can
~~~SEG #1~~~ dead end board? check yer head, mate. gut not a source I plot a course make you trip hop hip thrust bust you like a nut - a lotta force get pissed tested wrists pressed fist smash this ***** ass pistachio our mismatched rich past left you outclassed I passed you bro no answer to the bastard astromancer for seginus is a stellar caster faster sweller master speller I am the devil locked in your cellar walked from hell to poison the well and let your sins be televised divulged two things from your tube indulgence and by that I don't mean giggs' eyes one, you littered rap with tv shows until it wrote your loss two, you literally had to capitalize on the jokes to get across temple boss on top godly bass drop precedes decapitation and detachment from the body breeds external inspiration
~~~GIGGS #2~~~ Dope verbals breakin' Seg's fillings, his ass DOOMed like KMD Smoke herbals, Giggs' makin' a Killing cos I'm an A M.C. Seg flunked the test and punk'd the rest; mere master's bastard son apprentice Make you detest that you progressed, clear rap disaster so portentous Just nod and smile; don't act surprised, it's known that Giggs is deleterious Your lowercase style couldn't capitalize even after three straight periods...
And you should know to stop my flow you'll need a f***in' ton of tampons Unbowed style make the crowd wilder than when Dylan turned his amp on Yo, I'll backstab the whole biosphere, the eukaryote Iscariot Parade your backwards ass round town tied by lariat to my chariot Temple's b****y shtick's ironic like sayin' prisoners needed rape But I'm on my Digi s***, forever spittin' divine like seeded grapes
~~~SEG #2~~~ orbital lag rhyme in staggered time elliptic punctuality absorbed the towns swag spit in spite your cryptic biomalady it makes sense (s)he vents through his/her menstrual cycle giggs flows like the skit I'm just ampin like michael mic strikin sportin crackin academia I eat what I lack In bulimia reamin ya votals syncopate on your modals think of eight total wrote potent gloats but boasts don't float on bluster flames you must muster don a monacle but keep sight non-conical log on spawn a kill demonichronosonic monoplatonic one love one glory sad ending to your story