It's comforting to see you're so frightened of me
To the point you choose words that rhyme so easy!
Demolition, ignition you even used definition?
What about rendition? Or even coalition? For a geek you at least should have used the word partition.
The truth behind this is you lack all ambition
Try put some more thought into this competition
You rhyme every line with the exact same word, that's absurd!! Can't even blame booze cuz your speech isn't slurred
Now it's time to pull up your sox cuz I'm quick like a fox I won't stop I'm like shock rock, battling me is a waste just like ergo-dox.
I can get meaner but not any cleaner you should use dental tabs to whiten your wiener.
But hey that's enough with corny **** jokes it's a keyboard rap battle so get on with it folks.
Just please take your time and don't come off lame. After reading my lines you probably came while screaming my name.
So in the next 4grabs before you hit send just remember you'll never be as good as YM.
But hey let's move on at least for a bit
Release your teeth from your grandmothers tit
Why is it just us who seem to give a ****
Let's give someone else a few minutes to spit.
If a ***** so fool to call me scared
Better hope that he prepared
Cause you know he won't be spared
From rhymes, that can not be compared
You went dissin on the dox
And opened up Pandora's box
Freed all the evils of my slang
And now they fire at you like glocks
Come all this way and end up shot
Yo chambers racked and hammers cocked
But when yo dead, it ain't mean squat
*records scratch and music stops*
CWD: I think it time.
SS: Yo sure bout that hacka? He just a boy an all...
CWD: He think he wanna **** wit us, it time.
SS: Then let the Soviet Shaman do what he do best.
*new beat starts*
SS:
The Shaman's in the house and he kickin you out
Watch yo back, there ain't no more steppin down
**** with me sir, and you're dead
Grab my Razer, chop yer head
Gonna paint my wagon, blood red
And drive that **** ta town
Parade yer corpse around
Lettin hackas know, they **** wit me they gettin torn down
CWD:
Runnin 40 group buys
Sellin caps and doin drive-bys
In typin test I thrive
You nose dive, can't even survive
Plans, I contrive
Of you life you gonna be deprive
Kill ya once, I win
Operate and revive
Just for a chance, to do that **** again
SS:
The SS roarin, marchin down yo streets
There's no hidin anymore, feel the rumble from my feet
Preach the rap manifesto
Magic rhymes shockin hackas, presto
And teach ergo truths through lyrical speech
Your defenses I breach, walk out leavin you impeached
Soarin Space Cadet high, too far out of reach
You try to fly this high and I knock you off you feet
In the world of rhyme you ain't nothin but a leech
So I crush ya, let the blood flow, I run the show
And woah, whatcha know? My rhymes glow
Oh, oh, oh, oh, leave ya cryin in woe
