(Darth Vader Sample: You should not have come back...)
I'm done with touch type, I'm bout to rush right
through you - you might surive or just die (die)
round one dead now we leave it to mics
It's over, sit down I'ma teach you to write
take note and focus, my flow and process
will make this boy vanish like hocus pocus
I've beaten you before so I left this open
hopin' to end it with 4 legs, 2 necks broken
I'm, a heartless bastard
who marked you simply for target practise
and crimson bub you know when you suck (you suck)
when you think writer's block is a poetry club
you aint showin' me up, with shakespeare rap
bring more show than you can shake speares at
allow me to lay the last half of this
tell Mel I got a spot for her as well - catch my drift
your rhymes, they aint worth understandin'
come back when you reach a third of my standard (go away)
without breakin' a sweat, I'm makin' you dead
verbal bullets to heart which he's takin' to head
he's makin' his bed, an open grave in the yard
this dude's turned on when he thinks that he's hard
the news is you's about to lose, (you lose)
this aint the first time you been abused, I'm back!
(Outro Sample: Darth Vader Breathing)
