Verbal Warfare

[Verse] Thou art a base, rascally codpiece, Thy rhymes be weak like a newborn's knees. Thy flow is as dull as a butter knife, Thou wilt not last in this rap life. [Verse 2] Thou art a knotty-pated fool, Thy rhythm lacking, thou art just a tool. Thy wordplay is but a mere jest, In this rap game, thou art unimpressed. [Chorus] Verbal warfare, I'm on a crusade, With Shakespearean insults, my rhymes shall cascade. Thy feeble insults, I'll gladly evade, For in this rap realm, I shall never fade. [Instrumental] [Break] [Bridge] Thou art a despicable knave, a lowly cur, Thy wretched flows lack any form of allure. Thy rhymes are feeble, like a summer's day, While mine be sharp, like a blade in fray. [Verse 3] Thou claim'st to be a wordsmith, yet a charlatan thou art, Thy verses lack substance, they're a barren art. Thy rhythm is as crooked as a serpent's spine, While I deliver lyrical blows like a viper in rhyme. [Chorus] This rap battle, a Verbal Conquest we wage, With words and insults penned on this stage. Thou may spew thy weak lines with might, But I'll leave thee dazed, defeated come night. [end]