Poem off: Rachel vs Alex ~Who will win?

This is not a game,
You're going down.
Your rhymes are lame.
I'll make you frown.

So wipe that smile off your grinning face,
And run away,
This is a poem off race,
Who will go and who will stay?

Thats not a question needed to be asked
We already know the truth,
we have the facts
You say im going down
while that just might be
but thats only if going down is the path to winning
so try your best
cause thats what you'll need
when i have an inspiration
its like my pens speaking
writting on the paper for your eyes to read
so take it in,
take on me
but i'll be pretty tough compitition for you to beat

You think so with all your lies.
You can't beat the master with petty little tries.
You even said it yourself that I'm a better,
So let me conclude this competition before the river gets wetter.

You can try to beat me in a race and capture the prize,
But my rhymes are so ridiculous it'll bring tears to your eyes.
Don't fret, don't be hatin' because you can't keep up.
I'll use my brain to put your rhymes to shame, I'll tell you that much.

I can say your words are sick
but one thing you missed
my words spread through you mind like a virus.
it cant be cured
im cancerous.
with all my words
you feel it
your palms sweat,
your nervous
you loose thought,
your clueless
and it gets worse and worse with every verse
the epidemic is, i burn with my words
so try your best to fight it
but we both know my lines will have you dying

So why must we insult the other for such a petulant game?
I'm betting that by the time I'm 20 still no one will know my name.
They'll get confused as to who is what and how they came to be.
When the truth of the matter is, regardless of name, I'm just being me.

I can take you down with my poems and my words that stick to your heart.
It doesn't matter what you think, this is a gentle art.
Of forming words together in patterns that you simply can't understand.
My music comes out from my throat and in the background, there's a band.

However, why fight and insult each other from useless slanders of poems?
Let's just have some fun tonight during this competition before we go back to our homes.

thats no issue to me if thats what you want
i agree theres no need for harsh words or taunts
we both know that honestly we have a fair chance
to have our words catch wind
as in sentences they dance
breathed from our lungs
off the tongue
passed by our lips
for others to hear it
thats all this is
and ill admit,
im not to complex
in short im only metaphoric
but this is what i propose and what i provide
ill write my heart out like this until all the oceans dry
or until the light fades as the sunshine dies
but still the wind will echo my words in those dark lands for all time

I shall keep writing too, that a promise I can and will keep.
All the more waiting for the moment I shall leap.
Trying to catch my dreams in the stars, and swim away to the moon.
I'm hoping that we can meet soon.

You truly are my best friend.
The smile we make the other produce will never truly end.
Our words are unique and stated in rhythm and rhyme.
I love to write, I do this all the time.

So instead of spitting out venom when we talk,
How about we go for a friendly walk?
And speak your mind of what you love and like,
Because then this poem off will end for tonight.
There shall only be one, and one there will always be,
But who in this challenge shall emerge in victory?

Well if I talk of what i Iove there are few things
But no, its not the common best friend found in diamond rings
its people who i care for who care about me
in reality, i can profess,
i've only found three
of course this doesnt include my family
just maybe except for my sister natalie
she's one who is, just as i can be
our manner and behavior is like the water of a river flowing steadily
with actions as a mirror upon each other we're reflecting
with moments in time we've just acted parallel simontainiously
then there is my love dani, who always has had me laughing
and i melt into nothing when he says sweet somethings
i also have a friend,
his name is dee,
hes been my spine through thick, thin and inbetween
in all times good and trying
they mean more then anything
but my mind is weary and im gaining heavy eyelids
sleep sounds like a dream right about now
for i wouldnt mind it
so im going to hit the hay before i hit the ground
good nite seireisora
this is all i can say .for now.

Well that truly does hit home and hit hard.
Has our friendship all this time been nothing but a game of cards?
A game of chance and betting money,
I thought I could be recognized as someone who cares for you, but that's something I'll never be.

Now no need to be worried, I am not cut that deep.
I know that dreams sound good to you right now, so I will let you sleep.
But tomorrow is a brand new day and mind you we'll go on,
Everything seems so far, like I'm running a marathon.

That is, I think everything is fine when it really truly isn't.
So tell me what I mean to you: A royal prince or worthless peasant?
I care not what you think of me if it is so bad,
But if it's something that does with love, I will get real mad.
However that is not how friends should act, so I'll conclude this too.
I never thought that my thoughts would be wrong of how close I am not to you. ~