Verbal Warfare (Alternate)

[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] Hark, the battle commences, a clash of wits and tongues, I step into the spotlight, where the bard's work is hung, Thou art a knave, and I, the master of verse, Prepare to be struck by my lyrical curse. [Verse 3] Thy rhymes are feeble, thy insults but a jest, Thou canst not contend with the best of the West, Thy flow is weak, thy vocabulary shallow, I'll slice through thy words like a poetical arrow. [Chorus] Oh, Shakespearean showdown, the stage is set, Let the words fly, as we duel, no regret, With poetic prowess, we'll slay this game, Rapping with Shakespeare, fame is our aim. [end]