WK1: TYSON (0-0) VS. Nigma (0-0)-TYSON NO SHOWS

[Split]

Verses are due Thursday 2/14 at 11:59 PST

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Topic:

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Good luck!

TYSON Nigma

[TYSON]

Check check check

[Nigma]

Damn this shit is going down huuuuh! GL Tyson, checkers n shit

[Nigma]

Even wealthy souls impoverished in this God forsaken dog lair
Barks of frost portray the haunted thoughts of shame for those we've lost here
Names forgotten serve the nonsense of the Fuhrer's loss of conscience
Costs endured here in the process, see the warfare in my cross hairs
Drifting off, three blinks I'm gone, scared in a blizzard in Siberian winter
A weary kid in the midst of a deer, pierce his liver, the sheer precision
Was clearly driven by fearful gifts of appearing hidden, I lurk in eyes
I'm the worlds brightest, a perfect mind like the Earths in diapers
My work of science was the birth of sniping, certain shot in the dark
Embark on the target, far abroad to the Nazis with the heart of marksmen
Walked in dropping lots from afar, return a carcass from the hardest of targets
I saw their medals glimmer like the eyes of venison shot in the dead of winter
SS lieutenant's in my scopes direction, head was bigger, bend the trigger
I'd grown to be the most commended turning men of vigor into headless figures
Holding the Mosin-Nagant my nap is over with smashing mortars and broken granite
Snapping back to focus, my impact alone could collapse the hopes of the axis
So myself and spotting man alone as a massive foe advances, cold as caspers ghost
Leaving caskets full, assassin master German masses know my attacks meant tombs
As their last of hopes, they claim to have their own, no average soldier
Their super-sniper Major Konings: Man provoked, with tactics hoped to track my soul
So from my grassy knoll surveying land I saw a lantern, Russian camp up north
The west was hazard torn, as two tanks sat unarmed, last act of war both blast apart
Beneath the ashes, metal clashings formed a blackened horn where shadows born
Our stance is old, move to newer vantage be it sewer pipes or shattered homes
But then a blast rang forth, two more in pattern, northern camp was trapped in horror
Catalyst for swarming lanterns, three had shattered from mens grasp to stone
Soon trapped below there masters flattened, bullets passing fast, impact and holes
My eyes dart to western grounds where shrouds of moisture nearly mask the smoke
But now suspicions hammered home, three nights and days we battled on, I'll have no more
Between the tanks within a shrapnel cove, shadows black as coal there was a glassy glow
"I do not move, I am a stone" my finger twitch the trigger, then a massive jolt
The bullet travels home, the sound of cracking bone as it pass his skull
Small entrance hole but back exploding with his last of thoughts
Hours after all this happened I walked down and grabbed his scope
In my assassins tome, last chapter closed
My name is Vasha, Russia's lasting hope