We've gathered to dishonor the soon-to-be dearly departed:
He was begging me for mercy before the match even started.
I'll give the last rites now, for once you've been outsmarted
A weak-ass fool and his life are inevitably parted.
And the Miracle never happen- you know there will be no upset
Taki' you down with my rappin'- son, I aint even warmed up yet
Once my synapses start zappin' you won't even know what's up, get
A clue, get to clappin', 'cuz this is gonna be game set.
I'll be having my way with you all over the boards
Gonna ruin your day like raiding Mongol hordes
Every single day my rap is winning awards,
But even Fighter would say that he doesn't like swords.
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Think you got the stuff? Think your moves are vicious?
Well you're wrong, KrahenProphet's Bololicious.